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Lil Skilz – No Salt Lyrics

LilSkillz — Sun, 03 Feb 2013 17:23:28 +0000

Hook/Chorus (Lil Skillz) Dats supposed to be yo friend but you thank she want yo man Now you doing all you can, spreading rumors bout yo friend Don't throw no salt on ha Don't throw no salt on ha Dat's supposed to be yo chick but she wouldnt let you hit Now you lying on yo dick talkin' bout she sucked yo shit Don't throw no salt on ha Don't throw no salt on ha Verse 1 (Lil Skillz) Mane I swear to god, I can't stand dese niggas I can't stand dese flippas, they needa mind dey business I swear these hoes be trippin They think they friend want they Boy but he playin ha like a toy That shit crazy, she steady callin him baby Talkin' bout ha friend, dat's fugazzi Mane these hoes fake, stripper weave Will I trust one of em? Ha, nigga please These hoes don't deserve love So I wake up every morning like fuck love Lil Angie broke my heart way back So every chick afta dat was straight payback These hoes sum'n else they'll bring da pain out They swear dey cool wit you but den dey rat yo name out A real nigga told me friends is hell A real bitch or nigga would neva tell Hook/Chorus (Lil Skillz) Dat's supposed to be yo friend but you thank she want yo man Now you doing all you can, spreading rumors bout yo friend Don't throw no salt on ha Don't throw no salt on ha Dat's supposed to be yo chick but she wouldnt let you hit Now you lying on yo dick talkin' bout she sucked yo shit Don't throw no salt on ha Don't throw no salt on ha Verse 2 (Lil Skillz) It's always dat one nigga lying on his dick Sayin he fucked a bitch when he neva touched da bitch Three hunna doe, mane dats some lame shit Niggas will lie just to boost dey fuckin name quick Ha dese niggas funny Claimin dey got dis but dey ain't een got no money Shawty wont let him fuck Now all of a sudden mane she a duck nigga what Yall do shit dat yall ain't suppose ta She made ya mad now ya tryna expose ha But ya ain't doin shit but exposin ya own Keep exposin hoes and ya gone be alone And dat ain't fun dude Cuz when ya want some ain't nobody else to run to So quit lying on ya dick sayin ya gettin dis when ya ain't really hittin shit uh Hook/Chorus (Lil Skillz) Dat's supposed to be yo friend but you thank she want yo man Now you doing all you can, spreading rumors bout yo friend Don't throw no salt on ha Don't throw no salt on ha Dat's supposed to be yo chick but she wouldnt let you hit Now you lying on yo dick talkin' bout she sucked yo shit Don't throw no salt on ha Don't throw no salt on ha

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coKane – So High (No Lie Remix)

KaneM2S — Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:48:04 +0000

(Verse 1) I am smoking spidermans bitch im kobe with the blunt i dont need to pass i dont need a skateboard to stunt let me make this shit last bottom of my shoes clean but i still run shit flow is just to mean punchlines legit, time to go and get wasted but the moment im never wasting im just tasting fine wines way to late you niggas its your bed time damn we so high we so damn high im the type to look down on the sky the chosen one and marry i choose you now tell jane to come through shooter leave a whole in your bitch i guess she wearin see through (Hook) Yea we smoking at this party got these girls all acting naughty now the clothes fallin off her body so high so high so hiiiiiiiiigh 2x in hale then exhale 4x Coll@ got that good, down to smoke it all we so high so high (Verse 2) Hollow Flow and coKane you want the best well here it is codiene in my sierra mist my therapist is sayin shit but im just way to faded just way to faded i dont want to say shit now smoking while im rappin smoking while im trappin re up then move it all get my stacks tall and hit the mall now who wants to test like i said we the best no peace for these rappers might as well get your rest your career is dead break bread no crumbs no sticks no seeds straight green thats what i need shoutout to them smokers shoutout to them drinkers pull up to the scene with my ceiling missing my neck piece be the blinker (Hook) As im rapped up in this high i look up to the sky feelin the clouds are beneath me out of the corner of my eye it comes as a surprise that the beauty of the world seems real to me my questions have been answered i see now, i dont have a care in the world leave me be now smoking till im senial clean up on ile, 9 clouds all over the floor this feeling cant be ignored cant be bought in stores yep, smoking for sure it dont matter if its a roach we hittin it some more till we, so high so high so high, so high

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coKane – Hold Up (ft Junior Reign)

KaneM2S — Tue, 22 Jan 2013 03:39:50 +0000

(coKane Verse) ok now i like rockin polo choclate bitch rolo niggas screamin yolo bitches sayin hello niggas blow that la la, carmello for all you rap fellows im on the top you bellow got more guns than halo spanish bitch j lo a hundred of my dogs, curella gettin to the bread nutella gettin to the money when ever where ever how ever it always comes back like a teather ball murder em all huge or small when im wantin some head yo bitch i will call im the shit you a stall i like that girl body add another O thats boody steven speilberg crib, we gone make a movie staring a couple bad groupies they my bitch snoopie hahaha yea look im the best verbatium cause i make magic on the mic niggas call me channing tatum hhahhaa (Junior Reign Verse) they say hold up as my bemer drove up these hoes tryin to eat me like my meat be fruit roll up but i think i told ya i dont knock these hoes up all about my paper you can go and get your ???? up ha now she ????? cause she wanted that body to body but nobody aint wanted the molly now she jumpin all on to the trolly aint that sad man she was gone off that patrone aint you mad man? got her cussin on the phone i am the throne leave me alone tryin to turn all of my records to chrome oops i mean platnium haters i have em when they alone i come through and attack em no they dont want it swear that im on it and the beast the creature of the mome now what im on i am not clear but my name as long as you here ill be here pull up a chair junior reign is all in your ear rapper the year man i swear i am the rear end your career ???????? till i die its middle finger to a beer my body will be gone but my music will never disepear yea

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Real Ish – Lyrics

KaneM2S — Tue, 22 Jan 2013 03:18:25 +0000

(cokane verse) repeat what i say like a mother fuckin parrot way to much money i promise to share it this aint horse play but a nigga love carrots i swear everything aint what it seems bitch named mackensie she stay in my jeans matter im pretty sure she just turned 11 she not in her teens but what did i say before its not what it seems meanin i got a mac 11 stuffed in my jeans so we got 9's like romo finger prints for the promo we got glocks instead of clocks cuz we g's and your time is up we got riffles and shotguns sit back and watch a skinny nigga pop one it will frikin leave you leakin no longer speakin now dont make me cock it on you chickens get it why do i do this and do this till your career diseapear greatly influence the children and stundents until your career disepear murder and murder and criminal criminal tied up your niggas while pullin these triggas and making 6 figgas till your career disepear hollow flow nigga our time is near my bitch is snow white that pussy is so tight give you niggas the poisin apple cause we got them macs right? ha (Drago Verse) Fuck everything you stand for we bout them ???????? that theirs a standoff (BANG) take his man off ill get your grams off just to get my mother fuckin grams off that 19 hits like a steam engine boss head shots (BAH) guess his train of thought got lost you never walked the streets with ghost talkers when the suns missin dead niggas speakin in tounges until the lord gets em i want you to die slow in the eyes of muhammed blood mixes with his vomit whats that called, poisin omlets you a fuck nigga get ???????????? nigga that heat will turn you into pig skin get trucked nigga buck nigga shoot you in your celtic fitted till you loose a clover thats just bad luck nigga (HUH) this is nothing new to me i had people shoot at me just because they team members would see me in the streets and they would salute at me me and my cousin(Coll@) done been through that you think you had a rough back in your day come circle around the hood cause we could show you where them shooters lay dont ever cross my path fuck the vest hit your chest for the points lazer tag (Mayhem Verse) Look its Mayhem with that batman we work for it like that trapman yellow diamonds call me that pacman ill hit you from behind with that 5, backhand ill bag em up jansport no straps man god king Drago blessed me with his right hand no mercy with these gats i do damage and this time it aint Coll@'s we married the game like we laid out the mat's were cookin up the pussy but we aint in F.A.C.S. Hollow Flow is the best we continue to keep buryin em to rest how you gona fuck with us when you cant even contest so cop this track to invest for we are the best in the lands of our crest arms crossed against my chest we keep that pussy wet like its hydro we coming for the game so keep your heads up and your eyes low (Coll@eral Verse im from the home of the red sea place where the led flies no one can test me cuz boy ill make your head fly i was ?????? ?????????? they probally didnt know that i was a potential wife beater cause ill go to your wifes crib eat her pussy and let my dick beat her im so mike tyson on the beat and ill right hook your ass mcknicken street ???????? ???????? ?????? grand ass feast, beast death from arrogance my niggas like mortal combat niggas wanna act tough but aint ready for any combat i ?????? where the stove at the block ???????? i spilled lasaugna on the floor mat so where your moms at im a ace of greatnesss no idea where im gona take this cause this rap, is like a ??????? nigga you could end up with that ?????? flow my niggas, stack dough put your bitch head to the floor her ass up, afro

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Sip Tha Kid: Wake Up

Sip Tha Kid — Sun, 06 Jan 2013 22:19:32 +0000

Chorus “ Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, open your eyes and just let your mind feel up, won’t be nun I ain’t seen, before my time is up. X2: Verse 1: Woke up this morning, nun on my mind but bread, breakfast was great, Kush and a side of eggs, you would be amazed by the shit that’s in my head, gotta be the next great thing to grace dead. Could fall off, but shit I’m a man of balance, it’s about what you do we all born with talent, I look up at the sky so I can see something higher, everybody in front of me is some motherfuking liars. Every day we making business plans, when I pull up in that drop, don’t be surprised ya bitch get in, all she see is the jewels, she can’t help if she choose, have a million or more, have them looking confused, the game is in my veins, yes I’m cold blooded, I spit from the heart, yes the people love it. you talk but you ain’t saying shit, I’m all about my money, so that’s what you need to recognize bitch. Chorus X3: Verse 2: I’m so annoyed with niggas and their philosophies, New World a path to greatness come on follow me, can’t blame my pops for being stuck in the 70’s, times is fucked up, I mean where is the love. It even use to be loyalty when they sold drugs, now niggas snitching, be back in the hood the same day. I never sold a pack but that’s just the way I was raised, I’m one man no need for being two faced, my music change your whole mood like a tooth ache, hope my music fill up your head like a taupe, You better stop me before it’s too late, New World we taking over the world you niggas too late, I spit these flows just to give em something to think about, hopefully give the kids something to dream about. We all walk a dark path trying to get it right, but I ain’t stopping until I see the light.”

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Sip Tha Kid: Used To Know

Sip Tha Kid — Sun, 06 Jan 2013 22:17:21 +0000

Verse 1”Let’s go back to the days where we loved and didn’t know why, all we really knew that when we see them that they lit up in our eye. Way before the intimate all we did was share candy, climbed the monkey bars just to show you I was manly. I grew some confidence and I swore that you would never leave me, you got older and got colder and really start seeing. Everything turned to lust and you ain’t care about the feeling so I started caring about my kicks more than ya feelings. Break : Bet you wonder where the love at, bet you wonder where the love at, you lost it X2. Say money the root of evil what about these hoes? You mess with the wrong one she’ll take ya soul, lets change the subject I don’t feel like talkin bout these hoes, I’m in love with my main chick her name bankroll. Chorus w/ Gotye sample: Maybe one day, probably so but now you just somebody that I used to know. You can leave me baby, I won’t go cause… Break X2. Verse 2: Wish we could have work out now I wish we never was so I wouldn’t think about what we could have been, just the thought of you got me sippin on this gin, should have known you ass was all about the ends. Something told me watch my back, devils come in disguise, should have known she wasn’t true she never looked me in my eyes, but it all got to come to an end so I’m gon spend the rest of my life chasing ends. Chorus w/ Gotye sample. Break X2.

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Sip Tha Kid: Issues

Sip Tha Kid — Sun, 06 Jan 2013 22:13:47 +0000

Verse 1: “Live it up, all I’m thinking is bucks, would have more friends but it’s so hard to trust. I’m only down for me and this New World team, hoes flocking around wanna know what it mean, I tell her pay attention, baby girl just listen. Realness to a t, I ain’t thinking bout Lipton. I’m finna get me a Benz, spend some bread with my kin and then let my hair blow in the wind, but that’s the hard part. Niggas don’t wanna see you live, my whole life I been trying to stay on some better shit, you work hard hell you can be the president, they wonder how I kill these niggas with no evidence. Making that money fast, that’s how you hurt they ass, they gon be sick when you pull up in that new Jag, and tell them you ain’t got nuthin on these and you can get it too if you grind like this. Chorus: They say I got issues, but they don’t really know what I been through. They say that I’m insane, they wanna know what’s thinking in my brain, man I’m just me X2. Verse 2: Man they swear it’s something wrong with my mind frame, would you rather me rap I could iron slang, but they don’t wanna see a nigga do well, they rather see a nigga down bad taking a L. Pops used to be in Chi-Town taking a L, then he moved to the Sip where it’s country as hell, but that’s me, that’s what made a nigga, having nothing put that drive in my belly nigga. In that water man they don’t wanna see you float, so I dream high and let my nuts hang low, I feel like it ain’t nowhere that I can’t go, I’ll find a pot of gold show me the rainbow. So you don’t know, that we making major moves, we ain’t sitting on our ass like the rest of ya’ll dude, and I can’t really lie man this is what I do, spit real behind the mic I ain’t got shit to prove. Chorus X2. Verse 3: They say the more money, the more problems, fuck it deal with the problems. It’s too many niggas in my city still starving, and I ain’t finna be one of them niggas, I got to hustle hard I gotta stack figures. Cause you can shoot a gun don’t make you no realer, cause you shoot outta fear don’t make you no killer, sell one ounce and he swear he a drug dealer, these rappers screaming bricks don’t mean you can sell them niggas. Get to the point where it ain’t no more real niggas, you dudes lie to yourself man I can’t deal with ya, cause I be on some other shit, see a different picture, besides myself feel it ain’t nobody realer. I’m trying to get more money and more money, I’m trying to make a hundred million dollars no money, See Sip gon hustle to his pockets real lumpy, New World is the fam I don’t put shit in front it. Chorus X2.

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Sip Tha Kid: Issues

Sip Tha Kid — Sun, 06 Jan 2013 22:13:39 +0000

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Sip Tha Kid: Issues

Sip Tha Kid — Sun, 06 Jan 2013 22:13:32 +0000

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Sip Tha Kid: Show The World

Sip Tha Kid — Sun, 06 Jan 2013 22:05:26 +0000

Verse 1:” Fresh out the Sip been waiting for too long I’m finna add up my tips, blowing on green grass a bad bitch on my hip, thinking back on my life like man it’s a trip, I remember I didn’t have shit. Now I’m holding on to dreams hoping to keep my grip, looking back on my hater like man ya’ll a trip, why niggas so worried bout me all I ever tried to do is try to stack my cheese. Now I’m out here trying to find a better me, I really do believe you can be all you can be, but I can’t forever preach to you niggas food for thought I put together a feast for you niggas. It’s Tha Kid nigga welcome to my playground, New World still up you niggas lay down., so I can see the sky everybody talking Sip you finna know why. When you had no way, all you really need is to do things your way, you really can’t care what somebody gon say, cause the truth is they gon hate anyway. Chorus: Imma show the kids how to turn nothing from something, imma show the people how to turn nothing to something, imma show the world how to turn nothing from something. I’m making my own lane this is Sip Hop. Verse 2: Some wouldn’t even come back if they had the chance to fly, but I put people on my wings, show them what I have seen. You may think I’m jiving cause it sounds good, but you don’t understand how it feels to be misunderstood. Family from the hood I couldn’t escape it I embraced it, now sit back and what me turn nothing to greatness, as a young nigga I was taught get this cash, doesn’t mean that she love you cause she give up the ass. All it takes is another nigga to come with more cash then she is out of ya hands, she did canceled ya plans, now you walk around feeling like less of a man, do you devote every day to gon stack up ya grands? Is it wrong that I’m all about the big bank? Never looked down on a nigga, kno my shit stank, so I can see the sky everybody talking Sip you finna know why. When you had no way, all you really need is to do things your way, you really can’t care what somebody gon say, cause the truth is they gon hate anyway. Chorus. Verse 3: Love me or hate me a different person I can’t be it, I wonder how Stevie sung about love and couldn’t see it, partied hard last night saw a chick I stuck my d in, wouldn’t call this a rap still throwing up the Segrems. I got dreams and haters acting like I can be it, look where you at progress I don’t see it, I got money on my mind and I don’t think it’s gon change, I’m motivated by niggas on corners asking for change. Was raised in the struggle so I know the game, I learned how to survive, I learned about the game, but what you don’t know a lot of these rappers lame, don’t just listen to the beat nigga peep the game. I’m a step ahead of you niggas our speed ain’t the same, the last of a dying breed our breed ain’t the same. You getting money, well shit I’m doing the same thang; before I go broke I’ll end up in a chain gang. New World.

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Ro$KA Da$h-Holy Water

RoskA Dash — Tue, 01 Jan 2013 07:22:49 +0000

(Intro) dropper II mixtape lil draino A.k.a tidy boi [Verse 01] Holy water yeah Bitch am from east side, I dedicate dis swagg to my grand paa peter gone, But am never had a love'before i take the shit I'on, my shit I'moving can you buy my hastle" pull my dick, you shit talk sense but my life is over cash, I make my time clean before the castles came around, I make my bitch moving holy ghost holy water, I make my dropper2 mixtape overdose, Dat shit scream oh! god, I make tha big bong castle dat shit is over bastle, Yuo never castle but my shit is over baslten, I make my time swagg whats your bitch call you monster, You mother f*king team but your mama called you stanlye, dat shit is over banley'I amke triplle drine, I when my rome what dat shit called holy water, Bitch am killer but i'ad never tripple been tripple chainz tripple bitch, mo-fucker am in my king, digger dat shit is bigger m-fucking digger,you haslte every time, I make my black gidder.dat shit take dat Iphone I take smart phone, I fuck bitch like trigger whats your m-fucking bigger, make my time clean before I pick you hard Clean, haslter for my team but your m-fucking crybn, ten jesus pieces on my neck, what you haslter hard for my team, I call dat shit Holy water. (bitch) (interlude) ooh! yeah! (verse 02) I atend two shit but you never make mm, bitch m-fucker made my time over jem jem, follow me on twitter @lildrainohdq, like i make my time over seens,got dropper II, bitch am king bitch ama monster, called you bitch call me monster your m-fucking castles, shit i'n my neek but bitch call me king, but your mo-fucker hastler hold my team call me monster, You fuck enough bitch but you never had castles, Thi shit call me tidy, call jesus pieces is on my neck, That bitch moving copy my nigga is copy for ragger, page down you Put dat ass down like maryle, that shit she goes gallery am nigga from eary, her nigga hold me shit but your bitch call it cale, that shit it over keeny but am over kane, shit she ovo dance on my nigga hands, dat shit bang, shut my nigga civil shut up my nigga tucci, am make my team over seens dropper II mixtape, shut to my Team awesome boyz all i do is their, nigga hold my teen but you never had team their, that shit talk namsence I talk shit I known, but you never had my level, dat shit it overdose, namber 2 in da game but you never had the same, sale DJ ovo to my nigga call me bang, my bitch call me monsterbut your(lover) bitch call me baby, but am never had da same dea your bitch call me dairly, Bitch!. (Autro) dropper II mixtape ooh!

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Mz. Champagne – CLICK CLACK lyrics (Land Of The #BADBITCH)

MzChampagne — Sat, 22 Dec 2012 13:23:37 +0000

[Verse 1] Yah gots to be a tardy for the party sippage and chickens filled with Bacardi, I meant a Blondie ah named Goldie ah I bet her nooky got a real goldteh gha gha gha gha gha My game is something like a futuristic I Betty crocker chicks huh, make em linguistic narcissistic with on thoughts call me a halogen and I'm artistic with the darts call me a pessimistic you challenging my swag is really something unrealistic optimistic I'm testing for a rap chick to try to mention this ah give em french kiss ah then I'll dismiss them welcome to the abyss I'm tighter than a garter your just a squatter on my dick I flips birds better than a tantrum flips kicks, I rip competition and sink em like battleships the sippy got me tipsy and I'm ready to get it in I'm moving like a a gypsy on a chick spree begging all the haters in the joint to try to get me I bet in the mist of it They'll find a live banshee an og on my thrown see, looking at the gummies I'm nibbling as I'm winning and I made ya'll an amputee from the beginning and I'm not human that's how I spit out this venom and then rap you round my finger like a ring cause I'm pimping en them, now what [chorus] A click clack bang bang show me how them things hang A click clack bang bang show me how them things hang A click clack bang bang show me how them things hang A click clack, a click clack gha gha gha gha ghaA click clack bang bang show me how them things hang A click clack bang bang show me how them things hang A click clack bang bang show me how them things hang A click clack, a click clack gha gha gha gha gha [Verse 2] Watch what you say I'm on top like a toupee tripping like a rufee in the membrane I'm insane with the flow call me the hit man the it man I'm something like the glitch man you understand Call me something super like the aquaman I hold dudes up, like an m and fing kicks stand leave them soak and wet bursting like a sweat gland cause I demand a bad chick on my left hand with a loaded middle finger on my right hand I'll show you how a true baddy do I'm stuck on your dudes mind like gorilla glue I misuse my sex appeal to play with these fools, cause I got more tap tap than duck duck goose and I gots more blap blap than my deuce deuce My swag is sicker than ah a chucked up deuce, you're a goof troop and ah I'm the bomb oooh [chorus] A click clack bang bang show me how them things hang A click clack bang bang show me how them things hang A click clack bang bang show me how them things hang A click clack, a click clack gha gha gha gha ghaA click clack bang bang show me how them things hang A click clack bang bang show me how them things hang A click clack bang bang show me how them things hang A click clack, a click clack gha gha gha gha gha

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Mz. Champagne – GHETTO lyrics (Land Of The #BADBITCH)

MzChampagne — Sat, 22 Dec 2012 13:20:18 +0000

[Verse 1] I'm a cheater cheater winky beater I'm a baddy couldn't keep her body so killer grim reaper, watch me play em like a big leaguer ring leader nani gate keeper yeah I rocks skirts but got big balls like Madea, I'm an animal giving you chicks something like swamp fever eager beaver chewing on you rap chicks like a little ceaser, gah gah gah gah, I've been had money I got the old geaser block teaser put me in a cypher call me man eatter wife beater, on my tatas huh looking like a sky scrapper pulling capers watch me mold this game like origami paper, I can't help it I taie big dumps give me toilet paper, I can battle ten hood dudes I'm a gang raper, see you later alligator what you need a respirator, I'm the illest thing that you've seen since the terminate why... Cause this is real music. [Chorus] I'm bringing that ghetto, that ghetto, that ghetto I said I'm bring back that ghetto, that ghetto, that ghetto I'm I'm I 'm I'm bringing that ghetto, that ghetto , that ghetto I said I'm bring back that ghetto, that ghetto , that ghetto I'm bringing that ghetto, that ghetto , that ghetto I said I'm bring back that ghetto, that ghetto, that ghetto I'm bringing that ghetto, that ghetto , that ghetto Ba Ba Ba bang [Verse 2] I'm an intimidater stop swagger jacking you impersonators I'mma regulator get more to than an escalator let a real boss be your demonstrator ah ah ah I'm the bomb huh like a detonator I gets more bribes than an m and fing legislator to this game I'm something like a ventilator you's a speculator on my jock get your weight up greater I'll always be your labels renovator, chick crusader now what you can do is bite me like an m and fing rutabaga you're a bodega I got more chains than a lion tamer I keep chicks in their place, huh like a retainer I got a container with a few shells and a no brainer you can't blame her yeah, I'm firing shots just like I'm cupid Stupid I'm taking over it's undisputed ruthless I got the suited and booted muted included is a bad gal here to ruin and I said a what [Chorus] I'm bringing that ghetto, that ghetto, that ghetto I said I'm bring back that ghetto, that ghetto, that ghetto I'm I'm I 'm I'm bringing that ghetto, that ghetto , that ghetto I said I'm bring back that ghetto, that ghetto , that ghetto I'm bringing that ghetto, that ghetto , that ghetto I said I'm bring back that ghetto, that ghetto, that ghetto I'm bringing that ghetto, that ghetto , that ghetto Ba Ba Ba bang

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Jack Da Union – Wrong Turn

jackdaunion — Sat, 22 Dec 2012 12:08:37 +0000

INTRO Amp this is crazy! Yeah thats what, thats what I mean man like, Man are from the same place but they ain't from the ill side of town So, like them man can just stand like they're repping the ends But boy we all know the truth like They're going overboard like....... VERSE 1 Fuck a sailor, CD on sale without a mast One man show he don't even need a cast, But still able to put your body in a cast He does it physically not with a spell that he casts He does it whether your full or half-caste Cos most of these rappers these days is half-assed You can see me when you see me or can see me with the semi attached Hopping in to your semi detached, And its the the real ting fam not a fake one silly There's only one of you but your nine milli vanilli Which means you an imposter, You don't have to say a word I can assess you wear a dress by your posture Lyrics are deft defying as well as self gratifying I straighten niggas out when I'm applying the iron, So thats full steam ahead with a little bit of spray And you know where I rep all day What more should I say?........yeah. MIDTRO Them man don't even know the ill side of town They don't even know about nothing man They all fucking playing in videos like they do And they fucking don't. VERSE 2 To capture the rapture to fracture the rapture they snapped ya Inebriated with your jewels alleviated, and they can't believe he ate it How's he washing down his meal? With oasis off the shelf on another level still! The lyrical skill is sexual pleasing He won't wash his willy so he's easing the cheese in And she's on her knees and outside is freezing, But he's still rock hard distributing rock hard, It's embarrassing harassing him for clashing then They only wanna verbalise he'll end up mashing them, They won't get the lyrics its embarrassing Like "5,9" my competition pale in comparison, Put the beat on i'll do my thing to it Me and rap's is a marriage what I say has a ring to it, A lyrical imprint now that never fades I got this forever... like aids, What more can I say......yeah. OUTRO Boy i'd like to say I'm back and all that shit But thats some bogus cliche'd shit man You niggas done know like. VERSE 3 See cos I'm a beast that's about to have a feast That's word to my niece my rhymes ain't phat they're obese, You might have trouble trying to work them out You see they're lazy as well as fucking crazy, My spontaneity will destroy all your gaiety See I'm the party pooper that appears with the shooter, See I'm black and I will screw the black Victor Meldrew Leaving bodies with mildew I don't spit I do spew.

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Kyle Young – Core Lyrics

thekyleyoung — Thu, 20 Dec 2012 16:50:01 +0000

Everything I do I just let my mind go Let my mind go as I'm set to find hope Everything I do I just let my mind go let my mind go as I'm set to find hope set to find gold like I play for san fran rebel cyclone yes the game is set fam make a threat damn, I will make ya head slam take a bet fam, you gon need a bed pan imma fuck ya wife while you bang ya best man imma take a knife and leave the place with red hands I'm guilty filthy richer than Nuttella so feel me real G, there isn't any better kill spree chill breeze its ending niggas weather hit a spliff and gettin cheddar with a bitch expensive leather privileged bitches cinderella givin' pussy lips to fellas niggas swear they Mayweathers, 16's resemble feathers everything I do I just let my mind go let my mind go and I'm settled by smoke cuz im nasty, flashy, doper than a crack binge I smoke os and poke hoes with my rap friends I've thrown bows and broken noses of my whack friends I'm rollin over all your toes inside this black benz uh what the fuck the actors want from me swagga jackin rappers give back what you robbed from me international, launched from a lost city nigga call diddy, tell him I'm the small biggie Super Nova shit, focus on the tall slimmy I am the champ, they don't blog these things honestly this just in, it's a wrap if you don't rock with me everything i do I just let my mind glow.

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Thee!General-Bobby Storm

theegeneral1 — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 19:14:01 +0000

(1st Verse) I am the second of five, first of four, put my fam before all And I want this even more, than ever before (get me) Simply, because I know, they can't get wit me You get excited for what!?, not me I'm over here, in my own world I carry, the gift and the curse, gifted with verses the game was thursting for so I really don't care, about what you hear, cause if it ain't me, it's usually, along the same lines, of the majority Attention on my priority, keep writing these lines, exciting the minds, with eyes and ears outside of the mainstream Mainly just majoring in reality, can't wait to pull out my imagination, colorful, wonder Ya'll guys, a little to light on the saturation This is that needle, Don Cheadle needed, playing the goat (that's dope) I could've said it way easier but that ain't gone work Too many of those type, I got one shot to make you a believer Everybody can't rap, so they made another lane Get yours while it's hot, I stay over my flame (Bridge) Shot from the rifle, shot from the rifle Shot from the rifle, shot from the rifle Shot from the rifle, shot from the rifle Shot from the rifle, shot from the rifle (2nd Verse) Whether you call nice, hot or cold, I am both Tell a nigga find the nearest noose, pull it around his neck, hang himself Cause he can't hang with me, too nifty, too crafty, too witty I get kinda ugly, my patience is thinning, not winning Been loosing too long, but I fight like a prize fighter Just a prize spotted, if you caught me sighted You've sighting exciting, oppose to your liking Opposing the nicest, for rights to my props It's not for no set, undeniable fresh, don't feel you, no braille Raise brows, with these styles, they hate when you wow They hate when you lose, They hate when you win A loss on this chin, is hate into heat, frustrated by flaws And clouded with steam, just wait til it clears, and don't let it (freeze: hold 5 secs.) (You)

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Bu Son El Lyrics

Mami Soldier — Sun, 09 Dec 2012 09:49:36 +0000

ben mamisoldier yan?mda musa var bu adam zordur sizin için olduk ?sparta da west side ben buyum dostum her zaman hey yav hayatta hiç bana destek olan olmad? art?k i?ine bak buna gerek kalmad? hahahah dostum çok komiksin tamam tamam kabul ettim daima en iyi sensin hey baksana beni dinle bana baksana nigga ben iyiyim i?te sen onlar? bo? ver bize kat?l dostum ben hep senin için ko?tum yeeaahh ben böyleyim ,sak?n bana kar??ma tavsiye verme , kar??ma ç?kma yorum yapanlar, kendine baks?n bunu yapabilirsen , adams?n

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DaveneJayo – Rehab

DaveneJayo — Thu, 06 Dec 2012 20:56:55 +0000

[Verse 1] Just another day up at the studio Tryna come up with a crazy mutant flow Mean I'm experimenting with it nigga Bill Nye Add dirt cause I'm trying build a empire rewind Add worth cause my life fucked up right about now Add drugs I'm loved everything all good with it Decisions decisions I shouldn't of did it I shouldn't of done it what happen has happened Since all that I had was [Hook] TP and this rap shit TP and this rap shit After everything that I been through I needed TP and this rap shit All these drugs and this alcohol All these drugs and this alcohol All these drugs and this alcohol Woodstock we'll knock it off Ayo I needs that cause niggas tryna hold me back Can't get off that green that's why my momma said I need rehab I'm gone Yeah momma said I need rehab I'm gone Yeah momma said I need rehab I'm gone [Verse 2] And that's so true after float 13 I'm fucking outty By the way I'm DJ from Philly if you don't know bout me By the way I might joke but know I got real ass problems And if I drop the middle son effect Bet you'll hear all about them But for right now I'm floating I'm doing my thing Tryna stay focused while playing this game Tired of digging in sofas looking for change Just to catch the train Cause the next one I'm not coming back That's why I be writing these raps Recording these tracks I'm gone off that [Hook] [Bridge] All my real niggas (Smoke) All my real bitches (Smoke) All my trill niggas (Smoke) All my trill bitches (Smoke) All my niggas (Smoke) My Woodstock lifers (Smoke) We on this shit (Smoke) That stoner shit (Smoke)

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Jack Da Union – Perspectives

jackdaunion — Sun, 02 Dec 2012 17:27:04 +0000

[Intro] You know what I don't get yeah? I don't get how man can be in the same town as man And not see the things that man sees, like Like what type of life are you living man Like, what angle are coming from man But I guess it's just a matter of perspective innit? [Verse 1] In music, I had confidence and conviction 'Cos I was confident, I'd be hindered by my conviction So when I spray rhymes, there's a flair and distinction You see its all mine, similar to fine wine But...This ain't no fermented grapes A proper analogy would be demented apes See I, do my contemplating at night when I see bed My thinking can go as deep as the depths of seabeds But you know that pressure can kill So I try not to focus on the negatives I feel See my metaphors and similes, are similar to no one And if they're similar, then he ain't got no gun There's a big gulf, he ain't holding gun He ain't on a par with me, I'll put a hole in one You can say that I'm one under the greenery There's drugs and guns and this is not your scenery And niggas always quick to judge me in a hurry 'Cos im truthful to the fact that I can relate to Murray I'd show more than reluctance to bow to the Queen And make disparaging remarks about the football team Then a motherfucker wanna tell me to go home I said I am home, I'm just dejected Cos I know I will never be accepted And never be respected So no, I won't except it Its perspective [Verse 2] You shouldn't fear fate, though fate ain't fair And life ain't a fete nor a fair If I talk about the country negatively, then it's obvious I care Even though I know that's shit, that these people don't want to hear But...You know what I find strange Is if a politician does it, then he's talking about change If a nigga seems to do it, then that shit gets rearranged And he can become a target on the firing range Reality and truth, they refute that But this target on the range, he will shoot back They need to know, that its the ting that I produce I don't care if there's bare niggas, they should gummy berry juice Now thats a metaphor to dissect, vivisect and bisect I don't care what you do with it, just show respect Not the neglect, that was shown to us Then you want to wonder why niggas prone to cuss Cos this island where we livin', isn't home to us When the powers at be, give us the drugs and the chrome to buss And single mothers always end up having lost kids And even if they still alive, they're still lost kids 'Cos they're ambling, deprived of direction Then we want to act surprised when they handling protection Let me take this moment, bask in my reflection Of course you cuss the country, thats the point of an election

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DaveneJayo – Float

DaveneJayo — Sat, 01 Dec 2012 04:18:53 +0000

[Hook] Why me and my niggas be rolling and blowing that smoke Blowing our money on ganja in God we float It's Woodstock my nigga we on it if you ain't know Oh that's ya bitch yeah she on us she tryna go As a matter of fact you can have her Said she don't roll Matter fact bitch don't call me If it ain't bout that doe Matter fact nigga don't call me If it ain't bout that doe Why me and my niggas be rolling and blowing that smoke Float [x4] [Verse 1] Fucked up I'm fucked up Super high just fucked up Fucked up I'm fucked up Can't blame us we fucked up I am the human drug And the high life ain't new to us Why wine & dine when you can Grab a lighter and get to it yeah [Hook] [Verse 2] Know everybody gone feel this shit And It's way far from my realest shit Feel the effects of the pill Still gotta kill all of the witnesses Witness as I twist it Headed towards lifted Chillin' when a nigga get there Potion any kind of liq that's near I'll take that next thing I'm maxxin' [Bridge] Woodstock, Living Sheesh, Life Life, Sheesh, Life [x2] [Hook]

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Music Between Us

J.LEE — Fri, 09 Nov 2012 15:38:25 +0000

Music Between Us

[OG3 Verse]
Don’t want your pity I don’t want you to feel sorry for me
I got what I deserved; she’s hurt now I’m all alone
I know what’s wrong, but I’m trying figure out
How I can go and fix it cause it’s been
Cold since she’s been gone
And I need her back home with me
Right where she needs to be

[Chorus]
The music got between us
I mean you should have seen us
Oh boys are from Jupiter girls are from Venus
But it ain’t no telling where we was

[OG3 Verse]
Use to be all hugs and kisses now its fuck you and disses
Communication wasn’t there we didn’t chose to listen
You thought I was committed who are kidding?
I was Bill Clinton you were Hilary Clinton
Now I realize the mistakes I made couldn’t see it I had eyestrains
All that work to find fame giving you migraines
Love you more than music sorry but I can’t
And it’s a crying shame crazy and insane
Hate is a disease yours inflamed
Easy to see like a big stain that I’ve changed Uh you know it’s serious when I sang
Come on don’t make me start a riot 2 Chainz
Hate to use names time runs fast like Usain
Bolt calm down hulk glad you came by lets work it out now u talk

[J.Hall Verse]
He don’t deserve my pity don’t tell me won’t feel sorry for him
He got what he deserved he’s hurt now he’s alone
Everyday just a different song
Call him won’t pick of the phone
Ringtone your baby’s gone
Music between us you never needed me
I’m right where I need to be

[Chorus]

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When I Think of You

J.LEE — Fri, 09 Nov 2012 15:35:49 +0000

WHEN I THINK OF YOU FIRST VERSE WHEN I THINK OF YOU, RELALIZE THAT LOVE IS TRUE,BELIEVING EVERY DAY, THANK GOD YOU CAME MY WAY. TELL ME THAT IT’S REAL , THE FEELINGS LANGER STILL , DEEP IN MY HEART, I HOPE WE NEVER PART SECOND VERSE WHEN I THINK OF YOU,RELALIZE THAT LOVE IS REAL, THE FEELINGS THAT I HAD, GIRL I HAVE THEM STILL TELL ME WHAT YOU NEED ,YOU’LL FIND THAT IN ME, DEEP IN MY HEART ,I HOPE WE NEVER PART CHORUS SENSE YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE ,THERE IS NOT A CLOUD IN SITE, ONLY BLUE SKY SENSE YOU CAME INTO MY LIFE THERE IS NOT A CLOUD IN SITE, ONLY BLUE SHYS, YOU ARE MY LITE THAT SHINE BITE.

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HOLD ME

J.LEE — Fri, 09 Nov 2012 15:33:12 +0000

J.Hall Verse 1 I can give you more than 25 reasons why I’m still in love/wasn’t looking around but somehow I found you/Baby, Im here to stay/ aint no way I will ever leave you, I know you feel the same/Cause you give me all the reason to be and I love it when you just Chorus Hold me, Hold me, Hold me never let me go (2x) J.Hall Verse 2 This is true love for sure/all my life I been waiting for someone like you/and I’m so glad you’re mine/I appreciate you so let your lady cater 2 you/you deserve every good thang, boy we got a good thang/So imma show you how much I love ya/promise me that you’ll always hold me/in your arms never let me go Chorus OG3 Hold tight don’t cry tonight/Bang Bang dynamite/ call up my pilot that is if you feel like flying tonight/Anything you feel like trying tonight?/wife you up I just might yea you heard right/wish you would like termites/homerun don’t wanna first strike/not even having our first fight/fell in love when I caught first sight/hold my babe yes sir that’s right/caressing enough stressing/come closer less distance/need me be there in an instant/call me when you need that bizness/got my suitcase with your cute face/what do you say?/well that’s what I’ll do today/love in the air why they tryna fumigate/ I’m the man girlfriend that’s what you can say/have you coming back boomerang/when you blew a kiss I just blew away

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Jealousy

J.LEE — Fri, 09 Nov 2012 15:30:48 +0000

JEALOUSY 1ST VERSE J.LEE: Jealousy J.LEE: I’m wondering girl what you’re doing tonight J.HALL: Just thinking about the time that we both regret J.LEE: Why couldn’t we work it out J.HALL: You didn’t stop me from storming out the house J.LEE: How did we end up this way J.HALL: I’m going out tonight hoping I don’t see your face J.LEE: The jealousy just has to end Bridge J.HALL: You say I’m jealous but I don’t think so You say I’m jealous but I don’t see it that way You say I’m jealous but I don’t think so You say I’m jealous but I don’t see it that way J.LEE: Why are you jealous no need to act that way Why are you jealous no need to act that way 2nd VERSE J.HALL: I’m wondering boy what you’re doing tonight J.LEE: Just thinking about the time that we both regret J.HALL: Why couldn’t we work it out J.LEE: You didn’t stop me from storming out the house J.HALL: How did we end up this way J.LEE: I’m going out tonight hoping I don’t see your face J.HALL: The jealousy just has to end Bridge J.HALL: You say I’m jealous but I don’t think so You say I’m jealous but I don’t see it that way You say I’m jealous but I don’t think so You say I’m jealous but I don’t see it that way J.LEE: Why are you jealous no need to act that way Why are you jealous no need to act that way J.LEE: Jealousy, jealousy, jealousy J.HALL: You say I’m jealous but I don’t think so You say I’m jealous but I don’t see it that way You say I’m jealous but I don’t think so

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Jack Da Union – Greeze Grizzle and Gas

jackdaunion — Sat, 27 Oct 2012 01:05:25 +0000

Intro "Ayo its for D kizzle yeah, your brother and cuzzy on a track bruv VERSE 1 While your chilling at the party, its me and little t this aint a tea party/ its more like rock and the heavy metal, we used to distribute rock with the heavy metal/ at our side its black or its chrome with our hands down our pants cos we hold our own/ so fucking persistent wont leave you alone and we act the same if we leave you a loan/ this aint a bank you need to show interest in paying back the loan plus intrest/ cos if i invest i expect the money back at my behest or you in vest (bullet proof)/ invest in straps also cos there no point protecting your torso/ yeah b k im a have it my way cos i aim for the head like foreplay Intro ungh ungh little t, jack, d kilo, ep, they screaming who me, stressed, say nothing Verse 2 stressed out so my raps stay blatent i wanna clap but i gotta be patient if not its dead or the station/ dog i gotta think fast i see friends snaking, state no name stay ahead of the game/ they say they wan' pepper me but they jus pepper my name bad boy!/ doggy doggy you better watch what you doing your eyes are too big for your belly watch what your chewing/ respect yeah you should show dat or expect to get your wig blown back fuck a younger dog i hold my own strap and im good anywhere i make my own trap/ cos how you gonna beef with no money you gotta gun with no teeth your so cruddy/ i laugh at you niggers begging o's off me running round town telling niggers your shotting for t/ who me? Intro hahahahahahaha they crazy crazy, kilo, ok, get ready for this one innit its just plain and simple uh Verse 3 i heard your life's what you make it wanna see me vex i might take it/ ungh i stack chips and theres none for you while im repping on my own god bless my crew/ gatlings snap dem backs in two torsos i got shells for your friends and co's/ im not nice im nasty never put it past me double bags i dead a head just ask me/ this is from the top of the dome i bring the chrome to your home catch you home all alone like macauley culkin i aint doting i dont need to grab a kid and choke him/ more time im grinding with the dust tina into slabs turner into bags/ what you know about the code talk if you dont understand reload, just take a walk.

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Poeta Callejero – Baby You (Letras/Lyrics)

djpao — Wed, 17 Oct 2012 22:21:32 +0000

Yo no se si suena complicado o si tu captas lo que digo pero dejaria sola a mi madre para mudarme contigo princesa este pordiosero quiera mudarte en un castillo al lado de tu dos niñito quisiera ponerte un anillo baby you , you and me nooo baby you , you and me baby you , you and me quiero que sepas que no hay nadie como tu tu eres mi cielo tu eres mi luz como tu ohh como tu tu baby yo cambie mi vida desde que te conoci deje de ver televisor prefiero mirarte a ti baby you and me i love you ta controlando mi vida como un juego de game cube me voy del universo cuando contigo converso yo quiero hacerte un coro contigo al lao con 2 versos tu ere una barbie que salio de un casting de lo que se ta perdiendo ricky martin balbara como tu puede ta tan buena cuando te miro me pongo malo dame el numero de tu novio pa felicitarlo baby you , you and me nooo baby you , you and me baby you , you and me quiero que sepas que no hay nadie como tu tu eres mi cielo tu eres mi luz como tu ohh como tu tu tu ta demaciada buena mami tu ta abusando tu me tiene cantando malo pero cantando tu ta demaciada buena mami tu ta abusando tu me tiene cantando malo pero cantando como tu como tu no hay dos tu eres diferente mama a la anterior tu eres la television a la cual admiro tu eres mi biscocho por el cual suspiro como tu busque busque y no encontre y aunque no quiero cafe yo sigo queriendote you and me i love you como quieres que te diga que no hay nadie como tu baby you , you and me nooo baby you , you and me baby you , you and me quiero que sepas que no hay nadie como tu tu eres mi cielo tu eres mi luz como tu ohh como tu tu tu ta demaciada buena mami tu ta abusando tu me tiene cantando malo pero cantando tu ta demaciada buena mami tu ta abusando tu me tiene cantando malo pero cantando

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Calvin Crabtree – Wishing For Tomorrow (Feat: Jeromeo Melo)

calvincrabtree — Thu, 20 Sep 2012 03:16:48 +0000

[Verse 1: Calvin Crabtree] Laid back. Lost and lonely. Feeling Like I'm drifting Where's all my true homies? Memory's and it's just left at that Right handed player stepping up left on bat But who's next? Who lasts? Past made me grow cold but it was a blast, just a kid Not knowing if my life would be A paradise where everything is lavish Or a pair of dice like I'm lucky to have it I still don't know but when a good moment comes I grasp it Known for mashing like 195 proof Spitting the truth, only to lie in the end Six feet deep with the rest of my friends Now is there truly time for thinking back? End up slipping? Just trying to make it right The world is cold when come a time to forget Better yet not get in that position Wouldn't they still be here? Might of done some wrongs but no fears, No Regrets [Hook: Calvin Crabtree] so im here wishing for tomarrow got nothing on my mind forgetting all my sorrows if the world shuts me out i will still be around so im here praying for tomarrow got nothing on my mind forgetting all my sorrows when the world lets me down music will be around still [Verse 2: Calvin Crabtree] Just a G. Keeping it real BC give me that beat I'll show them how I feel Calvin Crabtree still holding that top spot We taking over so let me reach your heart I'm trying to be that spark that reaches the world Make me do the best like when I'm with my girl They say I got heart but when do the pain stop I'm just trying to reach the youth The proof, Just listen Life sometime so hard but still I strive It's my destiny. I'm gonna survive Trying to live life to the fullest. And when I die Hope it's from old age and not from a bullet Fin to be like one of the greatest But I don't want to end up just like them A true friend is what I am to those who accept it I count my blessings cause it's easy to keep track And when it come time to reminisce Wish I could laugh my past filled with pain you know what im saying,.... after all this, after all these years im still in it and shoveld more shit..... i guess it the curse of the thug ill be a ghoast haunting looking [Hook: Calvin Crabtree] so im here wishing for tomarrow got nothing on my mind forgetting all my sorrows if the world shuts me out i will still be around so im here praying for tomarrow got nothing on my mind forgetting all my sorrows when the world lets me down music will be around still

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JoJo – Demonstrate Lyrics

IHHM — Fri, 17 Aug 2012 21:40:42 +0000

JoJo Demonstrate Lyrics, in addition to being beautiful young R&B singer exuberates sex appeal, and she has the lyrics to match. In her new single JoJo lyrics display that she can Demonstrate just how freaky she can get. Noteworthy: I'm arrested by the night and only you can set me free Guilty but I'm not ashamed, I'm exactly where I wanted to be (yeah) I leave the door open wide in hopes that you will sneak inside JoJo Demonstrate Lyrics [Verse 1: JoJo] I live in this fantasy Where everything is amplified Senses hiding in a flash And everything just comes alive This pressure all inside of me Is sexual anxiety [Hook: JoJo] Baby there’s a lot of freaky shit Running in my mind that I can’t say But I know I can demonstrate And I can let my body explain I know I can demonstrate so I’mma make It simple and plain You just need to come over I can let my body explain I can just demonstrate [Verse 2: JoJo] I’m arrested by the night And only you can set me free Guilty, but I’m not ashamed I’m exactly where I want to be, yeah I leave the door, open wide In hopes that you will sneak inside [Hook: JoJo] [Hook: JoJo] I’m thinking, come over, come over Come over, I’m thinking Come over, come over, I’m thinking [Hook: JoJo] [Outro: JoJo] Demonstrate Come over I can let my body explain So I can demonstrate Come over, ah

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RAP HARD FOR AFREEKA

Sir Negryon — Thu, 16 Aug 2012 14:39:32 +0000

"Françafrique" By Sir Negryon //Cameroon//Central Africa Je viens indexé la france et sa tour eiffel venèr chauque fois de la façon dont elle nous malmène la france pue l'Afrique et son désordre la france pille l'afrique de son trésor l'afrique ma zone trimballer à roissi charles de gaulle nos leaders ont vendu l'afrique sans duplicata nous font croire que paris nous attend dans ces consulats le système france - afrique nous endore tu veux savoir ce que pille la france, imagine dabord l'afrique au bord de ses doléances quand prendra t- elle soin de ses richesses comme la france prend soin de sa tour eiffel j'emmerde ces leaders qui ne font qu'exécuter ses dirigeants qui obéissent aus ordre de l'élysée depuis combien de temps la france use l'afrique malgré le vent - malgré la pluie l'afrique est toujours solide au bénéfice de paris la france nous à trompé nous et nos aîeux traité de maillon faible de la planete devant le bon DIEU. REFRAIN (x 2) que pue la france , le pétrole de l'Afrique que bouffe la france , la banane de l'Afrique que boi la france, le café de l'afrique que joue la france , le football de l'Afrique Ce que pille la france c'est la peau black dans toutes les rues de marseil pourquoi l'afrik sue t'elle pour les français rien à foutre de cette blanchitude car le mental d'afrique est baptiser de la négritude la france pille la fierté et le futur de l'afrique face à l'immigration choisi de sarkozy paris tient nos leaders par les cornes à qui la france vient elle en aide cedar senghor face au monument charles de gaule de douala le lycée général léclerc chez les nfandéna la france nous baise pour nos diamants noiro imagine le pays de ségolène dans notre cacao sera - t -il la capitale de l'unité africaine quel rôle joue l’Élysée eaux élections safarienne qu'apporte t-elle aux négriers des temps modernes l'afrique est prisonniere la france de son système la bible et les larmes sont l'héritage de la colonisation de la droite à la gauche la france n'à qu'une intention se cacher sous l'uniforme de brutalité raciale ces génocidaires antiques ruinent l'afrique centrale REFRAIN (x 2) que pue la france , le pétrole de l'afrique que bouffe la france , la banane de l'afrique que boie la france, le café de l'afrique que joue la france , le football de l'Afrique Vient voir quand la france poursuit ses immigrés quand elle indexe l'africain de sans papiers oubliant qu'elle pille les diamands de l'afrique trop de mains libres à cette blanchitude avariste qu'à prend la france à nos pauvres leaders comment démeurer au pouvoir pour mieu piller nos valeurs nous pousse à privatiser nos structures étatiques pour venir jouer les docteurs économiques la france est dingue de ta banane de ton coton ouvre les yeux face à la tromperie de ces colons quand l'afrique réclamme ses fils de Ndjamena la france parle de l'arche de zoé et de l'orphelinat paris et ses magouilles nos leaders et leur mandat imagine quand Khadafi s'oppose à nicola la france veut tout puisé chez les blacks comme georges et sa clique visaient en iraq je viens rompre le contrat des années coloniale signer l'acte de décès de la France - Afrique minable gabon , sénégal , cameroun et mali l'afrique est l'acte de naissance de l'univers qu'on à sali. REFRAIN (x 2) que pille la france , le pétrole de l'afrique que bouffe la france , la banane de l'afrique que boie la france, le café de l'afrique que joue la france , le football de l'afrique sirnegryon@musician.org

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Aaliyah – Enough Said Lyrics (feat. Drake)

IHHM — Wed, 08 Aug 2012 04:33:35 +0000

Aaliyah Enough Said Lyrics: It's the arrival of the first track from a much talked about Drake produced Aaliyah project that's in the works. Below you'll find the lyrics to the "Enough Said" song, some of Drake's sound like it's directed at someone. "That shit’s embarrassin’ They even bring up these niggas make the comparison They just got to forgive me, this watch is a 150 Still ain’t got the time for a bitch to be acting iffy Running through the city with niggas I’d give a kidney Selling under 150 you niggas gotta be kidding"

Aaliyah Enough Said Lyrics (feat. Drake)

[Intro: Aaliyah] Cause I, ooooh Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah [Verse 1: Aaliyah] I can tell you something But you tell me do you wanna talk about, talk about You say you got a lot on your mind, sit down lets talk about it (talk about) I hate to see you feel this way So tell me what can I do to make it better for you Make it better for you babe Hey [Hook] Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah (wassup) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah (wassup) Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah (Yea wassup) [Verse 2: Aaliyah] Baby tell me what I gotta do to get you to talk about (talk about) Cause we’ve been together a little too long for you not to talk about So tell me what you would like me to do, to help you, help me, help you Cause I don’t really want to tell you without you Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah Tell me why… [Hook] [Verse 2: Drake] Went from my nigga serving it by the tele To venues in Manchester just swerving with Balotelli The fuck are you trying to tell me? Bothers me when you got to play therapist That shit’s embarrassin’ They even bring up these niggas make the comparison They just got to forgive me, this watch is a 150 Still ain’t got the time for a bitch to be acting iffy Running through the city with niggas I’d give a kidney Selling under 150 you niggas gotta be kidding Is this even still a discussion? Don’t you ever wake up disgusted? Every million I gain an enemy or a cousin And people’s feelings have changed ever since I became somethin’ Girls that becoming ladies And my friends are having babies And babies are dropping dead in my city This shit is crazy And I don’t know if speaking on it helps This the shit that’s on my mind I just keep it to myself You know Can’t you talk to me Lets talk about it, talk about it Tell me what you need Just tell me baby, tell me baby [Hook] [Outro] Came too far to give up Gotta try, cause I can’t do it on my own Can’t you talk to me Tell me what you need Can’t you talk to me Tell me what you need

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Rick Ross – 3 Kings Lyrics (feat. Dr. Dre & Jay-Z)

IHHM — Fri, 20 Jul 2012 05:39:24 +0000

Rick Ross 3 Kings Lyrics: Check out the lyrical word play from one of the most anticipated tracks from Rick Ross' "God Forgives, I Don't" album, out now.

Rick Ross – 3 Kings Lyrics

[Dr Dre] Yeah, classic hip hop shit Dr D-R-E, Rozay and Jay Lets get ‘em We started out mopping floors Now we front row at the awards Number 1 for the last 20 years If you real muthafucker scream cheers Muthafucker scream cheers And it is what it is He wanted to shine at the swap meet Til the white boys got him in that hot seat Only love it when her hair long You should listen to this beat through my headphones Money long, number 1, 20 years strong Fuck a gym, I am him, Andre Young G5?s to ’64?s, Dre got ‘em If the bitch bad I got her in red bottoms Great weed, nice homes, bread proper Tech 9, long chamber, top shotta Bentley coupe, new yacht, my helicopter Born broke, real nigga straight outta Compton The fuck you magazine niggas want from me? I rewrote the game nigga, now talk money All black on my Al Capone shit I built the house, nigga get ya own shit I only love it when her hair long You should listen to this beat through my headphones [Rick Ross] See yall niggas Hit the switches on that shit one time Lay the top down I came along way from the weed game 20 stack seats at the Heat game And I’m still strapped with the heat man And we stepping’ on a nigga feet mayne 8 pair of sneakers, came from the d-game Cousin was a crip said it was a c-thing Brown bag money in a duffle bag Fuck ‘em all, wet ‘em, yeh we gotta double bag The homie whipping chickens in his momma kitchen On a mission, say he get it for son’s tuition Real nigga’s dreams coming to fruition Stumble but I never fall leaning on my pistol I only love her when that ass fat We used to listen to this track in my Maybach I’m just tryna be a billionaire Come and suck a dick for a millionaire [Jay-Z] It’s just different, I know it feels different I only love her if her eyes brown Play this shit while you play around with my crown King H-O, yall should know by now If you don’t know Millions on my wall in all my rooms Niggas couldn’t fuck with my daughters room Niggas couldn’t walk in my daughters socks Banksy bitches, Basquiats I ran through that buck 50, Live Nation fronted me They working on another deal, they talking 250 I’m holding out for 3, 275 and I just might agree Ex D-boy, used to park my Beemer Now look at me I can park at my own Arena I only love her if her weave new I’m still a hood nigga, what you want me to do? Been hoppin’ out the BM with your bm Taking her places you can’t go with your per-diem Screaming carpe diem until I’m a dead poet Robin Williams shit, I deserve a Golden Globe I take an Ace in the meanwhile You aint gotta keep this, it’s just a freestyle Fuck rap money, I made more off crates Fuck show money, I spent that on drapes Close the curtains, fuck boy out my face I whip the coke, let the lawyer beat the case Murder was the case that they gave me I killed the Hermes store somebody save me Stuntin’ to the max like wavy Ooh shit, stuntin’ to the max I’m so wavy Used to shop in TJ Maxx back in ’83 I don’t even know if it was open then I aint know Oprah then Had the Xl80 bike, loud motor They be like, damn when I’m coming through Had a grill in ’88 Ya’ll niggas is late You got all that right? I love this shit like my own daughter And spray these niggas baby just like daddy taught ya Young, it’s just different

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Ryan Leslie – Rain in Australia Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 10 May 2012 18:11:43 +0000

"Rain In Australia" (R. Leslie) Lookin' out at my city I just can't help but wonder How I made it to the top and kept from going under I'm eating every day and still I got that hunger Play these keys, wear these shades - word to Stevie Wonder I started from the bottom - not a pot to piss in Now I'm applauded, I outsmarted the competition And being rich was a by-product and not the mission Know my ticket price is high, it costs a lot to listen 25th I'm at the Metro Theatre in Sydney I ain't flyin out alone I got my homies with me You see the way we move under sparkler's light What's worse on you Aussie girls - the bark or the bite? I'ma find out - Melbourne at Alumbra Finna taste it for myself, I'm going down under And you can't help the way you scream, I'm bringin the thunder Bringin the thunder And we gon' make it rain all night Make it rain in Australia, yeah all night And we gon' make it rain all night Make it rain in Australia, yeah all night I'm addicted to winning, she's addicted to winners Heard the season's opposite in the summer it's winter It's warm when it's cold, cold when it's hot You can feel it when it's real and you know when it's not I'm the real deal baby keep the cameras on Out at Bondi Beach I've seen some amazons Looking good - you're a good look But what's under the surface, hope you're a good cook I'm speaking to your heart, can you feed my mind? Top back - see the stars when the seats recline On the way to the after-party at Marquee Pardon me I'm finna make it rain all night Make it rain in Australia, yeah all night I'm finna make it rain all night Make it rain in Australia, yeah all night

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Kanye West – Theraflu Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 05 Apr 2012 08:54:56 +0000

(Unh, can the headphones go louder?) (KANYE WEST!) (Swag King Cole) (DJ KHALED!) [Kanye West] Can’t a young nigga get money anymore? Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws Come to meet me wit’out no drawers? Dinner with Anna Wintour, racin’ wit’ Anja Rubik I told you ma’fuckers it was more than the music In the projects one day to Project Runway We done heard all that loud-ass talkin’, we used to it I’m from where shorties fucked up, double-cupped up Might even kill somebody and YouTube it So whoever think they words affect me is too stupid And if you could do it better than me, then you do it We flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, we made it to the Paris news! Don’t talk about style, ‘cause I embarrass you Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrass you Can’t a young nigga get money anymore? Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws Come to meet me wit’out no drawers? And the whole industry wanna fuck yo’ old chick Only nigga I got respect for is Wiz And I’ll admit, I fell in love with Kim ‘Round the same time she had fell in love wit’ him Well, that’s cool, baby girl, do ya thing Lucky I ain’t have Jay drop ‘im from the team La familia, Roc Nation We in the buildin’, but still keep it basement Flyer than the parakeet, floatin’ wit’ no parachute Six thousand-dollar pair of shoes, I made it to the Paris news Don’t talk about style, ‘cause I embarrass you Shut the fuck up when you talk to me ‘fore I embarrassed you G.O.O.D. Music, we fresh, we fresh Anything else, we detest, detest Bitch-ass niggas got ass and breasts All that said, lemme ask this quest’ Can’t a young nigga get money anymore? Tell PETA my mink is draggin’ on the floor Can I have a bad bitch wit’out no flaws Come to meet me wit’out… Don’t talk to me ‘bout style, nigga, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you Talkin’ ‘bout clothes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you Hollin’ ‘bout some hoes, I’ll ma’fuckin’ embarrass you Way too cold, I promise you’ll need some Theraflu (Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh) Get the Theraflu (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh) Get the Theraflu (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh, uh-uh, uh-uh) (Uh, uh-uh, uh-uh uh) Get the Theraflu

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Nicki Minaj – Masquerade lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 22:39:37 +0000

Feel the beat at the drum Move like you really wanna be number one You could beat out the comp Run like you really wanna be at the top Stop, adrenaline by cause You have been identified as a hustler Topical discussion repeat it like a percussion Chuck the douce up, and tell 'em is just love Damn digged a dug Like 'em run state mag cause we living it up Shelve tops is on And I pop it, like i'm popping Like a popping sin call And now, I don't wanna take you If we fall dow Don't get upset, and now it's just the beginning And we'll figure it somehow Right now masquerade, master the mary go round Right now masquerade, master the mary go round Right, now, it's something you created It's never ever too late It's never ever too late Right now Okay to make a mistake Yeah baby this is your day It's time to masquerade Bass bass Feel the bass in ya face Hit the finish line First place in the race Yes, king kong on ya chest Running and i'm coming up Baton to your left Yup, you could be who you want You could be who you is Never be who you aren't Never ever fall on the pressure Desperate times, get desperate mesure Damn digged a dug Like 'em run state mag cause we living it up Shelve tops is on And I pop it, like i'm popping Like a popping sin call And now, I don't wanna take you If we fall dow Don't get upset, and now it's just the beginning And we'll figure it somehow Right now masquerade, master the mary go round Right now masquerade, master the mary go round Right, now, it's something you created It's never ever too late It's never ever too late Right now Okay to make a mistake Yeah baby this is your day It's time to masquerade I'ma call ya afro cause you never bald F-ck all you bitches and i'll never call Next day, suck my test day I aint' playing games Bit my check mate Ring 019, ring 019, ring 019 All my party people let me ya one time Right now masquerade, master the mary go round Right now masquerade, master the mary go round Right, now, it's something you created It's never ever too late It's never ever too late Right now Okay to make a mistake Yeah baby this is your day It's time to masquerade Right now

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Nicki Minaj – Va Va Voom lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 22:37:51 +0000

Just another boy, just another boy band He can come inside on my paypen Cause he look like a superstar in the making So I think i'm going in for the taking Head to great band that he caking We could shoot a movie he could do the taping Boom boom pow, this thing be shaking I ain't even tryna find out who he dating Cause I know he gonna buy the home But I need just one night alone If he keep playing all of them games Am I runaway, am I runaway I wanna give you one last option I-I-I wanna give you one last chance If you looking for the main attraction Just hold on tight and let me do one dance If you want it, I'm gonna be va va boom boom If you got it, you got it, you got that boom boom If you want it, I'm gonna be va va boom boom If you got it, you got it, you got that boom boom Just another boy, just another boy win He could become my little problem Cause he look like he modeling clothes in dublin So I think that he can't agree in a goblin Head to great band that he hang low We could shoot a movie feel bang like bambo Boom boom pow, this thing so bingo Wonder if he could understand my lingo Cause I know he gonna buy the home But I need just one night alone If he keep playing all of them games Am I runaway, am I runaway I wanna give you one last option I-I-I wanna give you one last chance If you looking for the main attraction Just hold on tight and let me do one dance If you want it, I'm gonna be va va boom boom If you got it, you got it, you got that boom boom If you want it, I'm gonna be va va boom boom If you got it, you got it, you got that boom boom Boy i'm in this club, slow now Don't mind if I do And I can tell you feeling from the jump I wanna ride too You got that hot sh-t Boy you blessed, Let me feel ya upon your chest Flexing, you the man, You the man, one hundred grand the same power Game down, guess I play it terrible Boom baby let down, let me stay down Lemme show you how I run taking my playground Come and get this va va boom boom I wanna give you one last option I-I-I wanna give you one last chance If you looking for the main attraction Just hold on tight and let me do one dance If you want it, I'm gonna be va va boom boom If you got it, you got it, you got that boom boom If you want it, I'm gonna be va va boom boom If you got it, you got it, you got that boom boom

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Nicki Minaj – Turn Me On Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 22:35:31 +0000

[Nicki Minaj] Docta docta, need you back home baby Docta Docta, where you at? Give me somethin' I need your love I need your love I need your lovin' You got that kind of medicine that keeps me comin' My body needs a hero Come and save me Something tells me you know how to save me I've been feeling weird (oh) Oh, I need you to come and rescue me [Chorus] Oooooooooh! Make me come alive Come on turn me on Touch me, save my life Come on and turn me on I'm too young to die Come on and turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Make me come alive Come on turn me on Touch me, save my life Come on and turn me on I'm too young to die Come on and turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Turn me on [Nicki Minaj] Oh you make it right My temperature is super high If I scream, if I cry It's only 'cause I feel alive My body needs a hero Come and save me Something tells me you know how to save me I've been feeling real low Oh, I need you to come and rescue me [Chorus] Oooooooooh! Make me come alive Come on turn me on Touch me, save my life Come on and turn me on I'm too young to die Come on and turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Make me come alive Come on turn me on Touche me, save my life Come on and turn me on I'm too young to die Come on and turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Turn me on [Bridge] You've got my life in the palm of your hands Come and save me now I know you can, I know you can [Rap] Don't let me die young, I just want you to fatha' at my young I just want you to be my docta, we can get it crackin' chiropractor, I, I, I, I know you can save me And make me feel alive [Chorus] Make me come alive Come on turn me on Touch me, save my life Come on and turn me on I'm too young to die Come on and turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Turn me on Turn me on

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Nicki Minaj – Stupid Hoe

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 22:31:57 +0000

“I get it crackin like a bad back Bitch talkin she the queen, when she looking like a lab rat I’m Angelina, you Jennifer C’mon bitch, you see where Brad at Ice my wrist’s and I piss on bitches You can suck my diz-nik, if you take this jizz-ez You don’t like them disses, give my ass some kisses Yeah they know what this is, givin this the business Cause I pull up and I’m stuntin’ but I aint a stuntman Yes I’m rockin’ Jordan but I aint a jumpman Bitches play the back cause they know I’m the front man Put me on the dollar cause Im who they trusting Ayo SB, whats the f-cks good? We ship platinum, them bitches are shipping wood Them nappy headed hoes but my kitchen good I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish a bitch woooooooooooooooooould [Hook] You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (x3) You a stupid hoe, (yeah) you a, you a stupid hoe You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid) You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid) You a stupid hoe, you a, you a stupid hoe (stupid, stupid) (stupid, stupid) Look bubbles go back to your habitat MJ gone and I aint having that How you gon’ be the stunt double to the nigga monkey Top of that I’m in the Phantom looking hella chonky Ice my wrist’s and I piss on bitches You can suck my diz-nik, if you take this jizz-ez You don’t like them disses, give my ass some kisses Yeah they know what this is, givin this the business Cause I pull up in that Porsche but I aint a Rossi Pretty bitches can only get in my posse My name is Roman, last name is Zolanski But no relation to Roman Polanski Hey yo, baby bop, f-ck you and your EP Who’s gassin’ this hoe? BP? Hmm thinks, 1,2,3, do the Nicki Minaj blink Cause these hoes so busted Hoes is so crusty, these bitches is my sons And I don’t want custody hoes so busted Hoes is so crusty, these bitches is my sons And I don’t want custody [Hook] If you cute than your crew can roll If you sexy eat my Koo-Koo-Roo Put ya cape on, you a super hoe 2012, Im at the superbowl Stupid hoes is my enemy stupid hoes is so wack Stupid hoe shoulda befriended me Then she coulda prolly came back! Stupid hoes is my enemy stupid hoes is so wack Stupid hoe shoulda befriended me Then she coulda prolly came back! You’re a stupid hoe You’re a stupid hoe F-ck you stupid hoe I said f-ck a stupid hoe, F-ck a stupid hoe I said f-ck a stupid hoe, F-ck a stupid hoe I am the female Weezy!

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Nicki Minaj – Gun Shot Lyrics (feat. Beenie Man)

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 22:23:51 +0000

Dem man, he say, nough... Mi know, the truth, but that don't bother me So tell dem gyal den Ooooh, and tell ya friend dem Oooo My gun go shot, give dem all blood clot Make dem gyal den know So tell dem gyal den know My gun go shot, give dem all blood clot Make dem gyal den know So tell dem gyal den know Dem man, you say, I'm crazy over you baby No man, ...what's ... they can't get in between us So tell dem gyal den Ooooh, and tell ya friend dem Oooo My gun go shot, give dem all blood clot Make dem gyal den know So tell dem gyal den know My gun go shot, give dem all blood clot Make dem gyal den know So tell dem gyal den know Baby ma, I'm a G, ...provider ...for my key You alone, they are ...you fulfill all my desires So tell dem gyal, ... oooh I love it, ... plus I care about ya, ...oooohooo My a gonna tella gyal Cause I love it when you ..., plus a nigga ... My a gonna tella gyal, my a gonna tella gyal Hey pretty Nicki, ...friend and ma tell me, ... this thing is sticky Ya know yall, tell you sexy and pretty me ... picky, but it's not every girl in my life I ... You are the gyal I man choose to give honor So when some kid is ... and silly drama Tell him pars ... Make you visit my ... for a romantic setting in the middle of the summer Ya love is in di air, ... I love it, ... plus I care about ya, ...oooohooo My a gonna tella gyal Cause I love it when you ..., plus a nigga ... My a gonna tella gyal, my a gonna tella gyal.Unfortunately we don't have the Gun Shot lyrics by Nicki Minaj yet. We know this might be annoying but are doing our best To keep up with the latest music that is being released And writing correct lyrics takes time. But if you feel like you are up to the challenge You can add the lyrics yourself with the 'correct' button below. It would be much appreciated by us and other visitors. Check back within a few days or weeks and the lyrics Should be here correctly.

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Nicki Minaj – Fire Burns Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 22:18:49 +0000

You shoulda left, the other day You let me beg, for you to stay This is a sickening joke that you play with my emotions And so I pray you burn in hell and you never find the ocean I hope your fire, fire burns baby I hope your fire, fire burns baby I hope you lay down in your sleep and you choke on every lie you told And when you're reaching out for me you'll see you reap everything you sowe You piece of sh-t, you broke me down Thought you said you, would hold me down But I can see it in your eyes that your blinded by the flashing lights And you's a stupid muthaf-cker for letting this thing pass you by I hope your fire, fire burns baby I hope your fire, fire burns baby I hope you lay down in your sleep and you choke on every lie you told And when you're reaching out for me you'll see you reap everything you sowe

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Nicki Minaj – Young Forever Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 22:15:59 +0000

I used to think that we'd run away Whenever date, pretty summer day I remember when you would say We'd be okay, come what may. I never knew you would lie to me Took everything, from inside of me You're so lone in the doorway But before you walk away Don't say goodbye, look in my eyes So that I always will remember Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy you'll be young forever I'll be over here, you'll be over there I might shed a tear but I really don't care Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy you'll be young forever I used to think when we re-unite I'd be your wife, in a real life I thought that you'd come back for me And you would take me away I never knew, only as a teen You'd re-appear, only in my dreams You're so lone in the doorway But before you walk away Don't say goodbye, look in my eyes So that I always will remember Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy you'll be young forever I'll be over here, you'll be over there I might shed a tear but I really don't care Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy you'll be young forever This is, my, last, cry Is this the only way? This is my own prison I'm frozen in time, in time, in time Don't say goodbye, look in my eyes So that I always will remember Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy you'll be young forever I'll be over here, you'll be over there I might shed a tear but I really don't care Frozen in time, always be mine Baby boy you'll be young forever

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Nicki Minaj – Marilyn Monroe Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 22:12:11 +0000

I can be selfish, be so impatient Sometimes I feel like Marilyn Monroe I'm insecure, yeah, I make mistakes Sometimes I feel like i'm at the end of the road I can get low, I can get low Don't know which way is up Yeah, I can get high, I can get high Like I could never come down Call it a curse! Or just call me blessed If you can't handle my words You ain't getting my best Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? Well, must be how Marilyn Monroe felt It's like all the good things They fall apart like, like like Marilyn Monroe Truth is we'll mess up til we get it right I don't wanna end up losin my soul I can get low, I can get low Don't know which way is up Yeah, I can get high, I can get high Like I could never come down Call it a curse! Or just call me blessed If you can't handle my worse You ain't getting my best Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt? Well, must be how Marilyn Monroe felt Take me, or leave me I'll never be perfect Believe me, i'm worth it So take me, or leave me So take me, or leave me Call it a curse! Or just called me blessed If you can't handle my worse You ain't getting my best Is this how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt? Must be how Marilyn Monroe felt, felt, felt, felt! (x2)

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Nicki Minaj – Beautiful Sinner Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 22:07:24 +0000

South Africa is where I come from Get me my banjo, get me my drum Kidnap career and don't take ransom Don't let me come out of my dungeon Chu wan me to leave then take it d-down You see me come out of England at dawn You say the pattern come from Kingston Trinidad Trinidad, my island I see you in here dancin' Your preview is quite romantic I envy your perfect kind of life Who knew you'd be so sexy I think you're quite fantastic Screw your flaws You're prefect in my eyes And maybe I'm naive for loving you You're a cheat and a liar But tonight you're everything I desire You beautiful sinner I love your wicked heart Beautiful sinner It's such a work of art I didn't know that bad could love so good You are the type of bad that feels so good Beautiful sinner I bet you're heart of stone Living in your world alone I hope you let me in tonight They want me to beware Dangerous I don't care I can't wait to have you in my arms And maybe I'm naive for loving you You're a cheat and a liar But tonight you're everything I desire You beautiful sinner I love your wicked heart Beautiful sinner It's such a work of art I didn't know that bad could love so good You are the type of bad that feels so good Beautiful sinner

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Nicki Minaj – Automatic Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 22:05:12 +0000

[Nicki Minaj] I can't control the way I'm moving hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit Now I know it's automatic, it's automatic It's automatic I'm a runaway train And it's likely that I tear up this place When I go, I go hard I'mma show this side tonight It's automatic my condition's unknown There's no remedy, and no antidotes It's just the way that I am Nicki, Nicki, so bad tonight, ah ah ah ah I can't control the way i'm moving hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit Now I know it's automatic, it's automatic Eh eh eh eh eh eh It's automatic Eh eh eh eh eh eh It's automatic It's automatic some may call it insane I assure you I'lll be stuck in your brain You be falling for me boy Yeah just like a domino tonight It's automatic when i'm rockin the beats Systematically i'm dropping pure heat It's just the way that I am Nicki, Nicki, so bad tonight, ah ah ah ah I can't control the way i'm moving hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit Now I know it's automatic, it's automatic Eh eh eh eh eh eh It's automatic Eh eh eh eh eh eh It's automatic Press rewind, press rewind Einstein, i'm looking for that Einstein Whales, London, Ireland, Scotland, I get idoled in, South Africa, and Brazil Shut the club down, bring the bill Bring the bill, bring the bill Shut the club down, and bring the bill I can't control the way i'm moving hips Bet you never ever seen me like this I'm a monster on the floor I can't quit No I know it's automatic, it's automatic Eh eh eh eh eh eh It's automatic Eh eh eh eh eh eh It's automatic

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Nicki Minaj – Whip It Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:58:42 +0000

Hey, you, jump in this ride It's real nice, and slippery inside Rise, eyes, come get this pie Ride it style Said it a minute ago, I did it a minute ago I drop it, I pick it slow, I want it, I kick it though Cause they know that I got that gucci Said i'm bad, but I could be a gucci Please my body, rock my body, Roll, you make me go Na na na na na me go Please my body, heal my body Roll, you make me

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Nicki Minaj – Pound The Alarm Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:55:00 +0000

Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Doe, what I gotta do to show these girls that I own them Some call me nicki, and some call me roman Exkeeza, pleeza, i'm in Ibiza Just snap it and I be my own sneaker Sexy, sexy that's all I do If you need a bad b-tch Let me call a few Pumps on and them little many skirts is out I see some good girls, i'mma turn 'em out Ok bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle I'm a bad b-tch, no muzzle, hey? Bottle, sip, bottle, guzzle I'm a bad b-tch, no muzzle, let's go Music, makes me, high Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Pound the alarm! Pound the alarm! I wanna do it for the night, night So get me now, and knock this over I wanna do it like you like, like Come get me, baby we're not getting younger I just want you tonight, night Baby we won't do it for life Music, makes me, high Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get up, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Pound the alarm! Pound the alarm! Pound the alarm! Oh, oh, oh, come fill my glass up a little more We 'bout to get hot, and burn this floor You know we getting hotter, and hotter Sexy and hotter, let's shut it down Pound the alarm! Pound the alarm!

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Nicki Minaj – Starships Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:51:41 +0000

(RedOne) [Verse 1] Let’s go to the beach, each Let’s go get away They say, what they gonna say? Have a drink, clink, found the bud light Bad bitches like me is hard to come by The patron on, let’s go get it on The zone own, yes I’m in the zone Is it two, three? Leave a good tip I’mma blow off my money and don’t give two shits I’m on the floor, floor I love to dance So give me more, more, ’til I can’t stand Get on the floor, floor Like it’s your last chance If you want more, more Then here I am [Hook] Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky Can’t stop cause we’re so high Let’s do this one more time Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky Let’s do this one last time Hands up… (We’re higher than a motherf*cker) [x3] [Verse 2] Jump in my hoopty-hoopty-hoop I own that And I ain’t paying my rent this month I own that But fuck who you want, and fuck who you like Dance all ya life there’s no end inside Twinkle, twinkle little star [Bridge] Now everybody let me hear you say ray ray ray Now spend all your money cause they pay pay pay And if you’re a G, you a G-G-G My name is Onika, you can call me Nicki Get on the floor, floor Like it’s your last chance If you want more, more Then here I am [Hook x2] Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky Can’t stop cause we’re so high Let’s do this one more time Starships were meant to fly Hands up and touch the sky Let’s do this one last time Hands up… (We’re higher than a motherf*cker) [x3]

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Nicki Minaj – Sex In The Lounge Lyrics (Lil Wayne & Bobby V)

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:48:01 +0000

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] i think i gave him a discrete name, he replied with a street name pr at the heat game, no ball, repeat game he addicted to hustle; i’m addicted to fame though he packin’ that muscle, i’m addicted to brain i’m addicted to chillin’, make a hell of a killin’ don’t i stunt on these b*tches? man i’m bad as a villain get the gun, i’ma hunt ‘em; when i’m done, i’m a don ‘em when we leaving the lounge, i’ma keep it a hundred it went down, enough said, pull off in that thing, and it’s blush red [Hook: Bobby V] sex in the lounge, girl, i’m gon’ take ya down i’m gon’ have you screaming, girl, they gonna hear the sound of our sex in the lounge i can’t believe this has happened to me, girl happened to me, girl [Verse 2: Bobby V] so caught up in this girl shawty, got me hooked right now keeping true to myself, cause i’m so into her cause we doing it like nobody’s around and when we doing it, i can hear her make a sound shawty was singing like me had that girl singing, singing like me she be like, ooh, oh, oh, oh, ooh, oh she looking at me like she want it i’m over here she climbing on top of me i’ma make her scream, her scream [Hook: Bobby V] sex in the lounge, girl, i’m gon’ take ya down i’m gon’ have you screaming, girl, they gonna hear the sound of our sex in the lounge i can’t believe this has happened to me, girl happened to me, girl [Verse 3: Lil Wayne] sit that pussy on my bottom lip then after that you know we gotta switch my house so big that b*tch came with a lobby we didn’t use a rubber, but i came on her body i laid her down and kiss her neck and talked dirty to her like i get that pussy wetter than a dirty sewer f*ck with me, turn around and bust it open for me get on that d*ck and get that money, go oprah for me all you girls don’t like me, cause they know you love me but if you scared, go to church, it’s open sunday i-i-i dig, i dig in that pussy, guess what i found tunechi lee and nicki, sex in the lounge [Hook: Bobby V (x2)] sex in the lounge, girl, i’m gon’ take ya down i’m gon’ have you screaming, girl, they gonna hear the sound of our sex in the lounge i can’t believe this has happened to me, girl happened to me, girl

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Nicki Minaj – Right By My Side Lyrics (feat. Chris Brown)

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:42:26 +0000

GO! [Nicki Minaj] It all comes down to this I miss your morning kiss I won’t lie I’m feelin' it You don’t know I’m missing it I’m so gone I’m must it It’s too much to hold it in I can’t say no more than this I just hope your heart hear me now I let you know how I’m feeling You own my heart he just renting Don’t turn away Pay attention I’m pourin' out my heart oh boy [Chorus] I-I, I’m not living life I’m not living right I’m not living if you’re not by my side Oooh-ohhh I-I, I’m not living life I’m not living right I’m not living if you’re not by my side Oooh-ohhh [Chris Brown] Lets meet at out favourite spot You know the one, right around the block From a nice place, lets look to shop Can you get away? Care to sit down, lets talk it out One on one, without a crowd I wanna hold your hand Making love again, I need to be near you Gotta let you know how I’m feeling Own my heart, and she just renting I’ve been away, pay attention I’m pouring out my heart girl [Chorus] I-I, I’m not living life I’m not living right I’m not living if you’re not by my side Oooh-ohhh I-I, I’m not living life I’m not living right I’m not living if you’re not by my side Oooh-ohhh [Bridge] I can’t eat I-I-I-I I can’t sleep I-I-I What I need I-I-I Is you right by my side I can’t eat I-I-I-I I can’t sleep I-I-I-I What I need I-I-I-I Is you right by my side [Nicki Minaj] It aint your spit game, it’s your dick game That got me walking ’round ready to wear your big chain I only argue wit’ ‘em when the Lakers on Other than that I’m getting my Marc Jacob’s on When my pussy game so cold that he always seem to come back Cause he know that it’d be a wrap When I’m riding it from the back Wait, oh, let me see your phone Cause all them bitches is ratchet And let me get in my truck Cause all them’ bitches’ll catch it Wait wait wait, there I go again I be trippin’, I be flippin, I be so belligerent Man this shit that we be fighting over so irrelevant I don’t even remember though I was probably hella bent [Chorus] I-I, I’m not living life I’m not living right I’m not living if you’re not by my side Oooh-ohhh I-I, I’m not living life I’m not living right I’m not living if you’re not by my side Oooh-ohhh [Outro] I, ohhh, ohhh, I, ohhh, ohhh I, ohhh, ohhh If you're not by my side I can’t eat I-I-I-I I can’t sleep I-I-I What I need I-I-I Is you right by my side

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Nicki Minaj – Champion Lyrics (feat. Drake, Nas & Young Jeezy)

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:26:46 +0000

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj] This a celebration, this is levitation Look at how you winning now? This to dedication; this is meditation Higher education; this the official competitor elimination I-I-I-I was taking trips with Webs to move weight Came back to Queens to hit up a new state Bitches don’t know the half, like they flunk they math Bitches ain’t half cut up crack up in the stash 50 Cent Italian, icy flow This is that Run-and-Get-a-Dollar-for-The-Ice-Cream-Cone Cause they killed my little cousin Nicholas But my memories only happy images This is for the hood, this is for the kids This is for the single mothers; niggas doing bids This one is for Tee-Tee, Tweety, Viola, Sharika Candice, Temby, Lauren, Aiesha [Hook: Nicki Minaj] It’s a celebration (For the ghetto) It’s time like these (Ooh, ooh) They know who we are (They know who we are) Champion, the champions (Champion, champion) [Verse 2: Drake] Yeah, okay We made it to America I remember when I used to stay with Erica Labor transferred 20 million to Comerica It’s fucking terrible, it’s got me acting out of character Young T.O. nigga, either riding range The Ferrari top down, screaming, “Money ain’t a thang!” Tell me when I change, girl, but only when I change Cause I live this shit for real, niggas know me in the game, they know! Making hits in three acre cribs Cooking up tryna eat niggas, steak and ribs I made a couple stars outta basic chicks Nowadays blow the candles out, don’t even make a wish Having good times, making good money Lot of bad bitches, but they good to me I make them do the splits for a rap Wish you niggas good luck, trynna get where I’m at Straight like that [Hook: Nicki Minaj] [Verse 3: Young Jeezy] Straight balling in this bitch, Jeremy Lin; ‘Melo Tell me one thing you won’t do: Settle Give me one word for each chain: Yellow Pocket full of money, black card; ghetto Critics say I ain’t in the game, A.I This is how you deal with the fame: Stay high Stay putting on for the town; may I? What you call a crib in the sky? Play high 4 Mill in three weeks, y’all did it like a champ Momma taught me pride, yes, she did it with the stamps Wait a minute, everybody pause for the photos Somebody tell these local hating niggas, I’m global Tell me what I gotta do to get this champagne going What I gotta do to get this coconut flowing? Don’t let me hear Sean Carter, I’m the ballest of the ace Let me hit up Sean Comb money case thats on my place, let’s celebrate [Hook] [Verse 4: Nas] I saw my first two million dollars, I was 23 I’m barely a man, yet, I had some killers under me This ain’t rated PG, this rated PJ Cause that’s where a nigga from murder on replay My 24th b-day, I’m sailing to Bermuda, you can see me on a yacht Blasting Pac, little not, I ain’t greedy I’m back to thugging, bitches Back to making them kiss other bitches My man sister like me, I don’t fuck my brothers sister I just aspire and desire to be different My ten year old plan is just one year to finish My list went like this, first thing discover The difference in pussy, white, Black, Latin or other Here’s a man who clearly isn’t basic Waiting lists just to hear me or witness the greatness Loud laughter, while writing my next chapter Fast Cash Life, happily ever after Champions [Hook]

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Nicki Minaj – Roman Reloaded Lyrics (feat. Lil Wayne)

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:23:07 +0000

Bang my sh-t bang, it bang bang Bang my sh-t bang it bang bang I guess I went commercial Just shot a commercial When I flew to the set though I aint fly commercial And the ad is global, yep Your ad was local Where we shot it was a lot of different agriculture’s So I laugh at hopefuls Nicki pop, only thing thats pop is my endorsement I, f-ck around I have to go and reinforce the glock Bang my sh-t bang, it bang bang Bang my sh-t bang it bang bang Is it me or did I just put these rap bitches on the map again You mad cause I’m at the grammy’s with the Vatican You in the booth, but I’m who you be channelling Why they never bring your name up at the panel then? Hottest MC’s, top five! You need money, I got mine More knots than Eric from Basketball wives (yaaa dig?) Bang my sh-t bang, it bang bang Bang my sh-t bang it bang bang I couldn’t do your TV show I needed ten more mill Not 10 on the back, I need 10 on signing Give that sh-t to a wash up, bitch I’m winning If I had a label I would never sign you hoes Take you bitches to school than I Columbine you hoes I hear the slick sh-t, bitch you washed All you hoes cryin’: Christopher Bosh Bang my sh-t bang, it bang bang Bang my sh-t bang it bang bang Ayo, now when I tell ‘em it’s Barbie bitch Yes I really do mean it’s Barbie bitch Ask Mattel, they auction my Barbie bitch Raggedy Ann, could never be a Barbie bitch You at the bottom of the barrel scraping I’m out in LA, at the Ice Age taping I’m chillin’ at the top I got ample time Bite me, apple sign Bang my sh-t bang, it bang bang Bang my sh-t bang it bang bang [Lil Wayne] Kush on my breath, cocaine on my tongue Eat that pussy make it numb She can’t feel herself cum Got a body on my gun F-ck the world with my thumb Pop a molly smoke a blunt That mean I’m a high roller My ex wanna work it out, bitch try Yoga Two hoes in the bed, tell ‘em hoe slide over Excuse my French, two bitches and moi That’s a Nicki Ménage à Trois Ha Bang my sh-t bang, it bang bang Bang my sh-t bang it bang bang [Lil Wayne] My sh-t so cold man, it don’t even stink Destructive ass n-gg-, watch me break the bank Weezy F, and the F is for Fill in the blanks And I say shout out Mack Maine Back yard bully And the weed purple like a black girl pussy Word, middle finger on the trigger Uh, so that it mean, f-ck a n-gg- Bang my sh-t bang, it bang bang Bang my sh-t bang it bang bang [Lil Wayne - Hook] Bang bang-bang, my bitch bang She bang bang Well thats cause my bitch is Nina Ross and She bang b-bang bang Bang bang, she go bang, bang (bang-bang, bang, bang-bang) We bang, bang-bang Bang, b-b-b-bang, bang we blood gang

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Nicki Minaj – HOV Lane Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:20:56 +0000

Zippin I'm zippin I'm zippin Soon as they come out I'm dippin Big ass closet I'm trippin Big booty stippers I'm tippin Big ass chain I'm heavy An it didn't cost me a penny They pay me to rocket Dam I got niggas in pocket Superbowl grammys Where the hell is the jammy All these bitches my sons I'm a get em a nanny Argentina for pepsi Orlando all star F*ck you said b*tch F*uck you p*rn star I ont do shot gun I be droppin my own car I ont do shots eva I'm buyin the whole bar Holy moly G cop me a roly I ain't catchin the puck But iced out like a goaly (Hook) I'm in the HOV lane I'm in the HOV lane (And you y-you-you, you? Soul train) I'm in the HOV lane I'm in the HOV lane (And you y-you-you, you? Soul train) I'm in the HOV lane I'm in the HOV lane (And you y-you-you, you? Soul train) I'm in the HOV lane I'm in the HOV lane (And you y-you-you, you? Soul train) I traveled more than you walkin with a basketball I'm out in Spain runnin games with to the Matador I'm in my own lane, You ain't in my category You like a raft 4 I'm like the en ventilador Perks and bags man, I murk them ads When I re up on reloaded I'm a hurt them bad Every shoot is hot When I'm out I'm spotted They gone frame the receipt If I sign the dotted N-niggas on banshees is speedin Dirt bikes are out for the season Back break wheelin and leadin Dam a bitch late for a meeting Nypd comin Bellbock way we gunnin Double our engine hummin Actin a fool we dumbin I'm in the HOV lane I'm in the HOV lane (And you y-you-you, you? Soul train) I'm in the HOV lane I'm in the HOV lane (And you y-you-you, you? Soul train) I'm in the HOV lane I'm in the HOV lane (And you y-you-you, you? Soul train) I'm in the HOV lane I'm in the HOV lane (And you y-you-you, you? Soul train) Intendo we in the end zone I dont give a f*ck ho* Like we in the friend zone What the f*ck it look like What the f*ck it's hittin foe Tell them bitches you ain't about that life Intendo we in the end zone I ont give a f*ck hoe Like we in the friend zone What the f*ck it look like What the f*ck it's hittin foe Tell them bitches y-y-y-you ain't about that life I'm in the HOV lane I'm in the HOV lane (And you y-you-you, you? Soul train) I'm in the HOV lane I'm in the HOV lane (And you y-you-you, you? Soul train) I'm in the HOV lane I'm in the HOV lane (And you y-you-you, you? Soul train) I'm in the HOV lane I'm in the HOV lane (And you y-you-you, you? Soul train)

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Nicki Minaj – Beez In The Trap Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:18:53 +0000

Yo, Man, Man, Uhh [Chorus] Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothing A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothing I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’ A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’ I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap [Nicki Minaj] Man I been did that, man I been popped off And if she aint tryna give it up she get dropped off Let me bust that U-ey, Bitch bust that open Might spend a couple thou just to bust that open Rip it off, no jokin Like your name Hulk Hogan Niggas move weight and sell but live in Houbouken Bitch, I spit that crack like I’m in that trap So if you need a hit then I’m with that bat [Chorus] Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothing A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothing I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’ A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’ I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap [2 Chainz] Okay now Nicki Nicki Nicki, put it in your kidney Got a new LS 450, ain’t no keys in this do-hicky If I weren’t rappin’ I be trappin’ If I weren’t trappin’ I be pimpin’ If I weren’t pimpin’ I be gettin’ it, period I don’t smoke no Bobby, but my denim be from Ricky Got your girl Amalie and we smoke loud and drinkin’ Got my talk back so you can see what I been thinkin’ If you know me then you know I’ve been think Franklin Money, thousands, True Religion trousers Got a private home, started from the public houses Hair weave killer, causing her arousal Audi A8, told them Audi 5000, uh [Chorus] Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothing A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothing I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’ A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’ I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap Damn, damn what they say about me? I ‘unno man, fuck is on your biscuit If I get hits swingin on a big bitch I ‘unno man, I’m shittin on your whole life Bitches aint shit and they ain’t saying nothin’ A hundred mothafuckaz can’t tell me nothin’ I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap [Nicki Minaj] Man, I’m out in Texas Man, I’m out in A-Town Then I’m up in Chi-town or Miami shuttin it down This that New Orleans, it’s LA or the Bay It’s New York, Philly And the whole DMV I’m a Detroit playa, man it’s north south cats Ohio Pittsburgh, got St. Louis on deck It’s Delaware, Connecticut, it’s New Jersey got hella bricks It’s Queens, Brooklyn and yeah they wildin’ Bronx, Harlem, and Staten Island [Hook] Bitches ain’t shit and they ain’t saying nothin’ A hundred mothafuckas can’t tell me nothin’ I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap I beez in the trap, be-beez in the trap Damn, damn what they say about me? Iunno man, fuckers on your biscuit If I get hits swingin on a big bitch Iunno man, I’m shittin on your whole life Damn, damn what they say about me? Iunno man, fuckers on your biscuit If I get hits swingin on a big bitch Iunno man, I’m shittin on your whole life

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Nicki Minaj – I Am Your Leader Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:16:34 +0000

[Nicki Minaj] Look sucker, this my gun butter Street fighter b-tches, this the up cutter Nun-chucker, no time to ducka' Sign little course 'cuz this is her last suppa' Play with me, check who came with me I bought a couple 9?s, plus the K's with me I breeze through Queen's to check some bad b-tches I stunt so hard, assess the damages Cause this that aw, this is that aw And yes the party b-tches go get the bandages Young yummy, fuck you got from me I hate a phony b*tch that front that chunk chummy I'm me top shotta' drop the top toppa' Big fat pussy with a icy watch [Hook] I am your leader, yes I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck [Nicki Minaj] When I fly, it's one letter and one number You act hoes could get hot for one summer After that the queen will still reign here, I'm center course to these hoes without a reindeer Saint Nick, Ross, hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850 Now I'm in the hood, nigg-s is getting woodies Hit the hot topic, nicki minaj hoodie I'm a prin b-tch I'm a prin Go to harlem, and kick kim It's dipset, get your d-ck wet Boarded the big jet, and got a big check Now you tell me, who the f-ck is winning I'm on my Russel Simmons, Nicki denim, nicki leanin [Hook] I am your leader, yes I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck Jealous nigg-s is gossip, watch me tie up my laces B-tches be jocking, tell by the look on they faces 8 digits I'm clocking, a lot of gold in my bracelet 7 figures on watches, I told my mama I made it Made a deal for my project, just give me 10 mill I'm gravy I went back to the projects, and 2 mill in mercedes I get hit from your lady, have her bill me later I'm on school with the hustle, just gave rihanna my pager Heart break hotel, I'm in the 8 rise suite Rolls royce wood, I'm talking play off seat Know that boy busy balling I like to play all week Monday night with the raw,... with the beat Power slamming them hammers I get you handle for free So where the f-ck is her manners, she gives brain while I tweet Dm, in the bm, you cm, you... you love it Motherf-ckers on my d-ck, suck it [Hook] I am your leader, yes I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck x 2 See the car is european but god imported from tokyo Looking like a shark, the nose call it pinocchio Well off, well f, lv, logo Middle of july but the wrist on snowfloor Only do the aspens, y'all got a poking nose I'm sunny and you must... Ride the whip, 5 on the hip, live with the pies got 9 for the flip High with a b-tch, she cry for the d-ck, oh my know why... get Now I need an aspirin She said you're only cam'ron, Girlfriend you don't know cam'ron from nowhere So don't go tampering, you're just a nail I hammer Never girl that's on my camera My name you cannot slender, adult girl watch your manners She run and tell here mama, I think I love her... Because you say upon my lap, Nah, I ain't saying... hope they call me my... Even do... why would I fight her, don't even like her [Hook] I am your leader, yes I am your leader You're not a believer, suck a big d-ck x 2

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Nicki Minaj – Come On A Cone lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:14:14 +0000

B-tches they serious Yeah these b-tches delirious All this b-tches... I just pimp my interiors I just picked up the... Might pick up a hoe Might kill conversations If you kick up the dough Never mind my money Never mind my stat Every bitch wanna be me You can find them in sacks Pink Friday to Melee Superbass triple plat When you see me on Ellen Just admit that I'm winning Do a show for Versace They request me by 9 And if they don't get Nicki It just won't be the same When I'm sitting with Anna I'm really sitting with Anna Aint a metaphor, punchline I'm really sittin with Anna Front row at Oscar De La Renta, posture Aint a bitch that could do it, not even my imposter Put these bitches on lockout, where the f*ck is your roster I pull up in that new new, marinara and pasta Shake my head, yo I'm mad, aint a bitch in my zone In the middle of nowhere, I just feel so alone Got the certification, cause it come with the stone But this ice is so cold, that shit come on a cone That shit come on a cone, that shit come on a cone And my ice is so cold, that shit come on a cone That shit come on a cone, that shit come on a cone Cause my ice is so cold, that shit come on a cone 7up went and gave my commercial to Cee-Lo But dont tell 'em I said it, lets keep it on the d-low If you need you a look, just put me on your song But you know it'll cost about 6 figures long But you bitches ain't got it, where the f*ck is your budgets

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Nicki Minaj – Roman Holiday lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 02 Apr 2012 21:10:31 +0000

Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman You'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break From your silencing There is so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday) A Roman holiday You done, you tight? You suck at life? You don't want a round three? You done suffered twice Worship the queen and you might could pass Keep it real, these bitches couldn't wipe my ass Anyway, stylist, go get Bvlgari I am the ultimate Svengali These bitches can't even spell that You, you hoes buggin' Repel that Let me tell you this, sister I am, I am colder than a blister Cause my flow's the sickest And I'm a lunatic And this can't be cured with no Elixir Cuz y'all know who da fuck, what da fuck, I do I done put the pressure to every thug I knew Quack quack to a duck and a chicken too And put the hyena in a freakin zoo Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman You'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break From your silencing There is so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday) A Roman holiday Bitch, twitch, bitch! Motherfuckers right, this is World War 6 This right here might make a bitch die And this right here gon make a bitch cry And if we're being honest, I am such a great guy And this what I do when a bitch breaks flock I'mma put her in a dungeon under, under All these bitches ain't eating They dieing of hunger Motherfucker I need, who the fuck is this ho And yes maybe just a touch of tourettes Get my wigs terrence go and get my beret Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman You'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break From your silencing There is so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday) A Roman holiday Come all ye faithful Joyful and Triumphant I am Roman Zolanski x3 Talking bout me, you talking about me? I dare a motherf*cker, be talking about me These bitches must be smokin' a couple of OC They want the outline, I give them a goatee G* motherf*cker they talking about me? I dare a motherf*cker, be talking about me These bitches must be smokin a couple of OC Ha ba ba ba ba gum goatee Take your medication, Roman Take a short vacation, Roman You'll be okay You need to know your station, Roman Some alterations on your clothes and your brain Take a little break, little break From your silencing There is so much you can take, you can take I know how bad you need a Roman holiday (Roman holiday) A Roman holiday

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The-Dream – Kill The Lights Lyrics (feat. Casha)

IHHM — Fri, 24 Feb 2012 20:40:47 +0000

VERSE 1 THE-DREAM Girl you’re so Wonderful Hold me never let go I love you like that What we got Phenomenal I’ll go wherever you want to go I love you like that HOOK Kill the lights Kill the lights Kill the lights Kill the lights I want to set fire to the darkness I want to lay flames where your heart is tonight Kill the lights VERSE 2 Take my hand lover They’ll be no other I love you like that Let me take it from here CASHA: Talk that shit Roc Me Back and froth Let me love you back Ooohhh Hook Repeat CASHA BRIDGE DREAM/CASHA Lay your hand on me Put your heart there on me Fire take us from here Ignite us Don’t let them divide us Every kiss Every touch Girl I love you so much Let me touch Love you so much

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J.Cole – Grew Up Fast Lyrics

IHHM — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 22:28:06 +0000

[J. Cole - Verse 1] Nigga I grew up fast, then blew up fast, Money falling out my pockets, I got too much cash, Can’t fit nothing in her pockets, she got too much ass Like, god damn, well if you must ask, We from the school of hard knocks, but your crew cut class, Half white but don’t think I gotta Ku Klux past When I’m up in the V, police be fucking with me, No sir, no license, all I got here is this fucking degree, Move along cock-sucker, ain’t got nothing to see, ‘less you talking blockbuster, you niggas in not Russell You more Diggy, Me, I’m more Biggie No diss to the young boy, I’m just rapping, get bored quickly Just to make up for that line, invite him on tour with me Show him the game, let him finagle these whores with me Run through their doors with me, hit the Ritz Carlton for the night Leave ‘em there two dykes, probably change a niggas life, right? Wattup Vanessa? I loved you that one semester Thanks to my profession I ball’d like uncle Festor Thinkin’ about the board I used to have above the dresser Half the shit I wrote down. I did it, it’s old now Got, new goals, plus my money on Manute Bol Funny how my old highs is suddenly my new lows Tired of every chick saying she models before she swallows So I only fuck with hat tricks, bitches with a few goals [Verse 2] Look, look Not even slightly interested in what ya opinion is I gotta greater purpose than a hater purpose Imma stack paper, hustle just to relax later Serve niggas and bring changes that’s a waiter purpose Look how I made them nervous Niggas is shakin’ I know they fakin’ Ok, you a killer, right, And ms. Cleo’s Jamaican, and Bob Marley is Haitian And me and Beyonce datin’ and Jesus Christ be hatin But got mad love from Satan, for fucking Sanaa Lathan While Meagan Good is waitin’ I’m the dead beat father of your little brother In other words, god damnit, I’m a bad mother fucker It’s Cole, it’s only right I brought back the soul Yall got way too electro, damn near techno Half-way homo, way too metro Hennessy XO, Cole flows best yo Style like Tribe Called Quest meets Death Row Learn something boy, grow your ass up Cheap nigga, if you was liquor, I’d probably throw your ass up Matter fact, if you was grass, I’d probably mow your ass up Last call for you old niggas gon’ pour your last cup It’s Cole!

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Rihanna – Birthday Cake Remix Lyrics (feat. Chris Brown)

IHHM — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 22:24:57 +0000

Come and put your name on it (put your name on it) Come and put your name on it (your name) Bet you wanna put your name on it (put your name on it) Come and put your name on it It’s not even my birthday But he wanna lick the icing off I know you want it in the worst way (the worst way) Can’t wait to blow my candles out He want that cake, cake, cake… (You wanna put your name on it) Ooh baby I like it, it’s so exciting Don’t try to hide it I’mma make you my bitch Cake, cake, cake… [repeated] (You wanna put your name on it) I know you wanna bite this It’s so enticing Nothing else like this I’mma make you my bitch And it’s not even my birthday (my birthday) But you wanna put your name on it And it’s not even my birthday (my birthday, my birthday) And he trying to put his name on it [Chris Brown] Legggo Girl I wanna fuck you right now (right now) Been a long time, I’ve been missing your body Let me-let me turn the lights down When I go down, it’s a private party Ooooh, it’s not even her birthday But I wanna lick the icing off Give it to her in the worst way Can’t wait to blow her candles out I want that cake, cake cake…. Ooh baby I like it, it’s so exciting Don’t try to hide it I’mma make you my bitch Cake cake cake cake…. Ooh baby I like it, it’s so exciting Don’t try to hide it I’mma make you my bitch Cake cake cake cake…. [Chris Brown] Doggy want the kitty Give me a heart attack and throw it back Now watch me get it And I knew thiss but you the shit Damn, girl you pretty Blowing out your candles, let me make a couple wishes [Rihanna] Remember how you did it? Remember how you fit it? If you still wanna kiss it Come, come, come and get it Sweeter than a rice cake, cake worth sipping Kill it, tip it Cake, fill it If you sexy and you know it And you ain’t afraad to show it Put a candle on my motherfucking back baby blow it Love the way you do when you do it like that Show up with the stats, bring the racks on my racks Wrap it up, wrap it up boy While I take this bow off Talk That Talk, yeah I know I’m such a show off Daddy make a wish Put this cake in your face And it’s not even my birthday [Hook - Chris Brown] Ooooh, it’s not even her birthday (her birthday) But I wanna lick the icing off (the icing off) Give it to her in the worst way (the worst way) Can’t wait to blow her candles out I want that cake, cake, cake [Rihanna - Hook] Ooh baby I like it, it’s so exciting Don’t try to hide it I’mma make you my bitch

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B.o.B – So Good Lyrics

IHHM — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 22:20:52 +0000

B.o.B – So Good Lyrics

[B.o.B - Verse 1] Drinking a German beer with a Cuban cigar In the middle of Paris with a Dominican bar Great head on her shoulders, she probably studied abroad She transfered to Harvard from King’s College in March She says that I’m her favorite cause she admires the art Michelangelo with the flow, Picasso with the bars She’s well put together like a piece by Gershwin Rennaisaince style, tonight is picture perfect So mmile, and pack your bags real good baby Cause you’ll be gone for a while, while while [Hook] Girl tell me how you feel What your fantasy I see us on a beach down in Mexico You can put your feet up Be my senorita We ain’t gotta rush Just take it slow You’ll be in the high life Soaking up the sunlight Anything you want is yours I had you living life like you should You say you never had it so good [Hook] La la-la la-la la-laaa You never had it so good La la-la la-la la-laaa [Verse 2] Suffering from first class cabin fever Five hour layovers from Norway to Egypt I’m to the point like the pyramids of Giza Still lean to the left like the tower out in Pisa I’m feeling single baby I could use a feature Swagger like Ceaser, I’ll get you a visa We can go to Italy, and maybe see the Colosseum I’ll be Da Vinci if you’ll be my Mona Lisa So smile, and pack your bags real good baby Cause you’ll be gone for a while [Hook] [Verse 3] Well I been feeling singular How about let’s make it plural Spin the globe, wherever it lands that’s where we’ll go We’ll hit up Europe, yep, and spend some Euros And maybe visit Berlin, the wall’s with the murals This is your month baby, sign of the Virgo Private reservations, glasses full of merlo A rose, a burgundy, travel like turbo Brush up on your Espanol We’ll Barcelona bounce So mmile, and pack your bags real good baby Cause you’ll be gone for a while [Hook] [Hook x4]

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Tyga – Kings and Queens Lyrics (feat. Nas & Wale)

IHHM — Wed, 22 Feb 2012 22:17:59 +0000

Tyga – Kings and Queens Lyrics

[Intro] We all dream one day we kings and queens We all dream one day we kings and queens My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream [Verse 1: Tyga] Uh, chandelier ceiling, my couch, don’t sit with denim My marble floors are killing, gold cars are so relentless 5 girls in the kitchen, they cooking something like chemists Monumental shit is, statues like Egyptians God cover my soul, need it, can’t let it go I know you get lonely when I ain’t home, on the road I know I ain’t perfect, I’m out here working for the throne I would take you along, but then that college loan you’ll owe Young girls in cheap dresses, tryna impress us Saying they all different, but I don’t show them no effort Underestimated that R8 , then I test it Had to make investments, honey colored dressed it I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism West shit Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong Go against a bull nigga head-on I’m too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb Army stance, ready for war We used a Andy Warhol to paint the decor Apologizing for my actions, sometimes I get bored They say my music knocks, so I hope it open every door [Hook: Tyga] x2 We all dream one day we kings and queens We all dream one day we be kings and queens My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream [Verse 2: Wale] Never take this shit to heart, I take indo to chest And now a nigga chasing dreams without losing his breath Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best Though I do this to be heard, I’mma do it to death We in cool with all of these niggas I’m through with all of these niggas You fool with all of these niggas You lose like all of these (niggas) Honest, sincere, they seersuckers, lying in suits Anybody riding with young’in will probably recoup Heavenly Father, Martin, Malcolm mixed with them lyrics Finna be king, but I’m way too proud to offer as minion? I just offer a guillotine to my vehicle, nigga And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches Double M-G, Y-M-C-M, B ‘cause we run this you dig? We all kings, give anything to my soft queens I’m lost without them, when they around I am Charles Sheen [Hook] x2 [Verse 3: Nas] You’re in the presence of a majestic, esoteric Message from the most ghettoest king, worldwide respected I can say ghettoest ‘cause I come from where metal spit Praying to God I can slide and slip out the Devil’s grip Won’t pop another pill, can’t drink another sip Tryna slow down with this pussy, I can’t, I love this shit I seem to love these whips – a white Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, I need another hit At night, where they murdered ? That’s the same block Metta World Peace learned to play ball See I’m born alone, die alone, from the hoods to the private home College to prison, understand it, knowledge and wisdom Shout out to baby mothers of niggas who gangbang ‘Cause he could die any day and you still the same thing So that make you a queen, surviving anything Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring Pimp of the year, I could smack your father Not only with my hand, but with a black revolver I been in pressed silk since breast milk Mets cap on tilt, we some kings, nigga

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John Legend – Tonight (Best You Ever Had) Lyrics (feat. Ludacris)

IHHM — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 06:49:48 +0000

[John Legend] Ain’t this what you came for? Don’t you wish you came, oh Girl what you’re playing for? ay Come on, come on let me kiss that Ooh, I know you miss that What’s wrong, let me fix that Twist that Baby, tonight’s the night I let you know Baby, tonight’s the night we lose control Baby, tonight you need that, tonight believe that Tonight I’ll be the best you ever had I don’t wanna brag, but I’ll be The best you ever had I don’t wanna brag, but I’ll be The best you ever had I hit you with the best throw, Freestyle and the breast stroke Til you blowing cigarette smoke And now the bad’s gone So what we gon’ do now F-ck it, round two now Work it out, then we cool down Cool down Baby, tonight’s the night I let you know Baby, tonight’s the night we lose control Baby, tonight you need that, tonight believe that Tonight I’ll be the best you ever had I don’t wanna brag, but I’ll be The best you ever had I don’t wanna brag, but I’ll be The best you ever had [Ludacris] Luda, Listen You aint even gotta text me Knowing me and you got that mental telepathy Me be up at the spot, I’ll be sending over the chauffeur Rich nigga bread, stay popping like a toaster Nobody come close to me and you together Step under my umbrella, we’ll make it through any weather Except when I make it storm, sex in the greatest form And hibernate under my body Yep I keep it warmer than a chinchilla She know I beat it up like the thriller in Manila Flying my private jet to villas in Anguilla Than throw you on a grill Cause seven days a week you’re my 5 course meal Foreal [John Legend] Baby, tonight’s the night I let you know Baby, tonight’s the night we lose control Baby, tonight you need that, tonight believe that Tonight I’ll be the best you ever had I don’t wanna brag, but I’ll be The best you ever had I don’t wanna brag, but I’ll be The best you ever had

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Meek Mill & Wale – The Motto Freestyle Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 06:43:46 +0000

[Verse 1: Meek Mill] Bottle after bottle, model after model Spending all this paper like I fucking hit the lotto All I know is YOLO, nigga, that’s the motto Ricky told me, “Get em,” and I told him that I got ‘em And I got ‘em every day, every day Bad bitch and she gon fuck me every way, never stay Once I hit it, then I’m dipping that-a-way, that-a-way Young nigga from the bottom and I never had a way I really went from whipping 62?s to whipping 62?s Ain’t none of my niggas Crip, and we giving niggas the blues We buying they hoes bags, getting they bitches shoes You wondering why she ain’t fucking, we winning, nigga you lose Yeah, I’m flexing I pull up in a Ghost, hundred on my necklace And all my diamonds clear, they VVS’ing I turn into a toilet on these niggas, they BS-ing Two fingers, did it on ‘em Hold up, I really shitted on ‘em I dropped Dreamchaser and I made a milli on ‘em It don’t matter what city I’m in, I’m going Philly in ‘em With my red P hat, nigga you know we back I’m going to Houston, I heard that’s where they cheap at I done put them Percs down, think I’m ’bout to relapse Just to give her dope dick and ask her for some feedback Like “Shorty, do you love this dick? You know who you fucking with?” Grab her by her weave, smack her ass like you fucking bitch Don’t I talk nasty, she don’t know my government But she gon’ get this dick and chew me up just like some Double Mint Check me I be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute I ain’t gotta lie, they know I’m the truth And I ain’t gotta say I’m fly, this G5 with the crew I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch Took off my Rollie and got on some Audemeer shit I hear these haters talking, but I don’t hear shit ‘Cause we get them bricks and stack them up just like a pyramid Y’all niggas talk like bitches do Same niggas in the district giving interviews I got killers on my team that’ll get at you For a brick or two, really put an end to you [Verse 2: Wale] Black 3 cement, sag jeans sittin -low Effortless flow, a couple sum’n a show Youngin is 21, we playing ? Probably fuck up your budget, yea, I’m playing with numbers Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer Liquor, lot of bottles, tab – you know I got it Spend a night up at Diamonds, ain’t tricking if you got it Designer shit, though I’m modest, astonishing to be honest Obama shit on my arm, a presidential, you got it? Get your revenue popping before you ever do talk on them Niggas who work too hard to not show it off via flossing Double M G harder than anything that you part of This professional ball, the best you niggas Yea I’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit ‘Fore he hit the room, hear the “Vroom!” from the Porsche bitch “On that Yamaha, pardon me, that’s Meek and them” She say she is not a groupie, “I just wanna speak to them!” You lying though, you tryna go Apply smoke and watch the motherfucking pride go These little bitches is little bitches, we never love ‘em To all the sisters with ambition, I see your hustle I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though Stepping on ‘em, they slept on us, Whoever want it, they better note that I’m so focused A message to my opponent: they better off trying to clone us Keep her in Chanel while your bitch is like an L When she out, you looking in?, all she need is like an L That’s why I never trust a ho, no never me I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore I leave Fuck a beef, keep it moving, she easily influenced You niggas keep sleeping, you gon’ need to meet ? I can’t stand no motherfucking Hoover I’ma keep the reefer, you can have the hookah Versace, Medusa, I probably, abuse it Around me, my crew, your bitch probably throw two up Party with bitches that throw parties too much We skip right to fucking, they call you that dulush And what, deuce up

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Frank Ocean – Voodoo Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 31 Jan 2012 06:27:50 +0000

“She’s got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit, He’s got the whole wide world in his pants”

[Verse 1] Darker times They’re telling boulder heavy lies Looks like all we’ve got is each other The truth is obsolete Remember when all I had was my mother She didn’t compromise She could recognize Voodoo Our daughters and our sons Are just candles in the sun Voodoo Don’t let him see divide Don’t you let her see divide Voodoo She’s got the whole wide world in her juicy fruit He’s got the whole wide world in his pants He wrapped the whole wide world in a wedding band Then put the whole wide world on her hands She’s got the whole wide world in her hands He’s got the whole wide world in his hands Let me know what you think of the Frank Ocean Voodoo Lyrics?

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Meek Mill – Faded Too Long (Freestyle) Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 15 Dec 2011 18:01:59 +0000

Twenty-four how could I ask for more I got my deal it's getting real I'm making cash for sure Stuntin every chance I get because I had it poor But every time I go to sleep I hear the devil at my door And I'm on them papers so them courts I'm going back and forth Dealing with probation man they all said I'll be back for sure Mommies turn to zombies from that raw because it's crack the law You wonder why them babies running crazy steady clapping off Getting life before they get pussy Cuz ain't nobody love 'em so they lives get tooken Locked in cages have 'em fighting over cookies And lunch trays, just happy them days ain't never kill me Yea I remember, it was a hot December Niggas dieing top of winter cuz them kids need them toys But Santa Claus don't see the boys or see them girls around here There's jack boys downstairs No man with the big bag just man with the big gat Tryna take his shit back cuz he feel the world owe him And his daughter want a Barbie bike for Christmas He gon show her That the love is still there, no mother there Just her and little brother there We wash our pain with Belvedere And use the drugs they brung us here We get high to get by, hot dogs no ribies Where tears drip from red eyes Where ends don't meet the deadlines The D.A. said she hate me but I don't understand When I just rocked a show in front of fifty thousand fans I think that bitch racist she probably in The Klan She take her pain out on me but she probably need a man I took my mom from public housing, put her in the sticks We came a long way from welfare and getting whipped That shit just made me hungry and now we getting rich And all these niggas getting sick I know they wanna get me hit cuz I'm ballin Yea, cuz I'm ballin

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Nicki Minaj – Roman In Moscow Lyrics

IHHM — Fri, 02 Dec 2011 21:19:48 +0000

[Nicki Minaj] I’m big bully no bike gear I told you b-tches last year I'm a rap b-tch nightmare That's why I call you buzz lightyear Cause by the time you start buzzin B-tch you gon’ have white hair Paparazzi was a fright scare When I landed out in London It was looking like Mike Dare, Mike Jack Who's bad, ain't know my period But I got a new pad Channel 5, news flash P-ssy clean, who smash None of y'all, canary yellow ball These b-tches should be worshipping me in the synagogue Hum, hum, done the prayer B-b-b-b-tch I ball, underwear Hum, hum, done the prayer Did I tell them that I ball, underwear Okay roman, Y'all want the full roman? Y'all want the full roman? Y'all want the full roman? Ya'll want the full? B-tches is insane, these b-tches ain't in my lane Only b-tches in the plane, is b-tches that give me brain Herro this sh-t is lethal, Roman, This is the sequel, Moscow, that's where I came from Under, he's fully charge, Your favorite rapper probably suck, As for me icy hockey puck, Anyway i'm on that new sh-t, Every trend I introduce it, Muthaf-ck you with a big d-ck I'm a racist, i'm a bigot B-tch, i'm thicker than a midget Yeah i'm crazy, just a smidgen Motherf-ck make it my wumble That's okay me am from moscow Hold on F-ck you Brace yourself Bucktooth, Yeah I golf but too Swallow balls Nuts too Camel toe, Roman Y'all want the full roman? Y'all want the full roman? Y'all want the full roman? Ya'll want the full? B-tches is insane, these b-tches ain't in my lane Only b-tches in the plane, is b-tches that give me brain Yeah, ain't no mothaf-ckin bridge b-tch, Ain't no mothaf-ckin hook, Ain't no mothaf-ckin' third mothaf-ckin verse Roman's back b-tch I f-cked up your life last year this time Remember that? Remember that b-tch? Remember that b-tch? I'm baaaaaack I double dog dare you I double dog dare you I double dog dare any one of ya b-tches to come out I triple dog dare ya I triple dog dare ya I triple dog dare any one of ya b-tches to come out I quadruple dog dare ya I quadruple dog dare ya I quadruple dog dare any one of ya b-tches to come out I...uh...five times dare...you..b-tch, a-- hoes, yeah!

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Shanell feat. Lil Wayne and Drake – So Good Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 11:48:05 +0000

[Lil Wayne] Pull up on ‘em bitches, get out, walk Way to many holes, like I play golf She’s somewhere in Wayne’s world, stranded, lost Bitch catching feeling’s like Randy: Moss Young Money shit, got the bathroom door locked Tune go hard, y’all softer than my car top Hank gathers, I’ma ball til my heart stop Nice red bone in a thong and a bra top Looking for a queen from a king-size bed I can make that p-ssy stand up and drop dead F-ckin’ with Lil Tune then a nigga get murked A nigga get kilt like a muthaf-cking skirt I do it like Nike, I’m pyshic I knew you like it Run up in ya ass, than I dash like a hyphen This is priceless, not for sale And I unveil, Miss Shanell [Shanell] The feeling of your arms around me I swear that I can’t get enough I’m staying up all night, wishing you were here with me And when I’m with my girls They trippin’ cause it won’t be long Before you have me rushing home Cause, boy you’re everything I need I don’t wanna see you leave I got time if you got me Don’t you know you make it feel So good, good, good So good, good, good So good, good, good Soooo gooood And when ya gone too long I’m waiting with your T-shirt on Playing love songs You make me feel good You tell me love is crazy I guess that we are too There aint a thing I won’t do to prove that I’ll be here for you [Drake] You know I wake up like a king, get up, stunt Take advantage of the day, this shit wont happen more than once Know I’m ready for whatever, ready for the action I’m still focused on my shit but girl I’m up for a distraction Got a body like a stripper, but tell me she a student But some strippers are students, so I tell that bitch to prove it Ya know, yeah show me all your books and suck my D or somethin I just wanna know that you can teach me something [Shanell] Boy, you’re everything I need I don’t wanna see you leave I got time if you got me Don’t you know you make it feel So good, good, good So good, good, good So good, good, good Soooo gooood Baby our song is on the radio Our song is on the radio Our song is on the radio (so turn it up) Turn it up on your stereo Cause Im dedicating this to you Baby our song is on the radio Our song is on the radio (so turn it up) Turn it up on your stereo Cause Im dedicating this to you Boy, you’re everything I need I don’t wanna see you leave I got time if you got me Don’t you know you make it feel So good, good, good So good, good, good So good, good, good Soooo gooood (Young Mula Baby, Young Drizzy)

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Robin Thicke feat. Lil Wayne – Pretty Lil Heart Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 11:45:33 +0000

[Lil' Wayne] This is for the lovers and the sexy mother, mothers Love is in the air, I pray to God I do not suffer Kay, late night, lights, steam, candles lit She say Weezy flush me harder I say ooh, you the ooh You commit, I commit She say she love me, I’m convinced Don’t need a rocket scientist to see that you and I are meant I meant to tell you, you the reason I smile more Who I fell for, you know I beat that, beat that up Rocky Balboa Girl I’m just playing unless you aint And I can’t think If there ain’t a thought about you Matter of fact that’s all I do I put you first, now tell me that we’ll never be apart Now I say, please girl don’t you go breaking my pretty little heart [Robin Thicke] Tell me something sweet Tell me something nice Tell me something good Baby, Tell me it’s alright Tell me that you love me Tell me you’ll be there I get so worried, sometimes The world will not be there Tell me that I’m sexy Like I was before Tell me I got it That you want it even more Tell me that you’ll never, ever Ever leave me side, side Tell me cause you know I need to hear it every night [Chorus] Baby you got me, don’t worry your pretty little heart I said, Baby you got me, don’t worry your pretty little heart [Robin Thicke] Tell me who you with Tell me where you work Tell me did you go out And start talking to some girl I want to believe it You know how hard I try After all we’ve been through It’s so hard to say goodbye Tell me that the future is getting brighter now Tell me that we’ll make it That we’ll make it somehow Tell me it’s forever That we’ll never burn Tell me that you’ll never break my pretty little heart [Chorus] Baby you got me, don’t worry your pretty little heart And I said, Baby you got me, don’t worry your pretty little heart [Robin Thicke] Tell me that’s the money Tell me I’m a star Tell me that you’ll never break my pretty little heart Say you’ll take me places Everything’s okay Tell me cause you know I need that pump up everyday Tell me that’s your money Won’t get in our way Tell me that the chance I take, won’t blow up in my face Tell me that you’ll do it That you’ll do it real I’ll leave you if you break my pretty little heart, I will [Chorus] And I said Baby you got me don’t worry your pretty little heart I said Baby you got me don’t worry your pretty little heart Baby you got me don’t worry your pretty little heart And I said Baby you got me don’t worry your pretty little heart Don’t you worry, your pretty little heart… I got you, you got me I love you, I love you, I love you baby

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Pusha T feat. Diddy – Changing of the Guards Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 11:43:37 +0000

[Diddy] Heavy is the head that wears the crown These niggas head’s is too light Put the Fear of God in these niggas Pusha [Pusha T] Its like the changing of the guards We changing out the frauds Gave these lions heart like my name ended in oz Long time coming, Sam Cooking up these bars Still Eddy Caning see the fiends sunk in jaws Pusha ton, pledge allegiance to the raw No dope dealer that escape without a scar Im Buddy Lee so lucky me, see I’m home Wish I could jailbreak my team like an iPhone Squilly told me take this motherfucker by storm Get the money and they bitches, bring the prize home So as I embark, this where the begin start I write my own happy ending, nigga pen sharp My life’s a Kodak moment, I need a frame for it The Penthouse’s bed needs a crane for it. Im fuckin on it, exotic bitch out the rainforest So many bitches its a blur, I take the blame for it God in heaven knows what I feel inside Responsible for all this inner-city genocide I’ll be damned if I lay ? camp is villify As I up lift this arch for them ceiling high I can identify with your one death We lose thousands over here, you speakin one breath Outsiders looking in like using one ref My zip cam point of view to you is one step Closer to clarity, not a parody How cocaine single handedly carried me Escaped clever through the fox hole narrowly They kick dirt up on my name until they bury me I just shake it off, then I shake a leg A lot of time to make up is what Jacob said The fans fell for your act, I tell you break a leg Then guns shots going off that’ll awake the dead PUSH!

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Yelawolf feat. T.I. & Slaughterhouse – Hard White (Remix) Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 11:41:37 +0000

[Verse 1: T.I.] G shit, certified, nigga can’t touch him Bosses all love him, haters, well fuck them Bought cribs everywhere, everything custom ?, bougie bitches like “What’s them?” Solitaire clear stones, Maybach, clear dome Blowin’ on that Lyle pack, bank rolls full grown We all know convict?, gone with the dumb shit Thug life wit’ it, like it tatted on my stomach Nigga better pick another number because I am not the one The bigger pictures whats important before all is said and done I bet I get this shit back up under my feet Bullshit decides, what I want, I keep I’m the big bad wolf, and I want my sheep Your birthday cake, I want my piece I’m beefing with MC’s at the meet It seems they’re less then decent I’m a beast, then you’re my feast Apologies, you just can keep it Say you’re winning, yes you’re being condescending and facetious G’s from seat to shine see you may bump this in your Caprice [Yelawolf] I once had a friend named Charlie, and Charlie was always late to school He had a black eye one day, but he wouldn’t say just what happened to him Charlie got mad in class one day, and stood up with a .22 pistol Told everybody that he couldn’t take it anymore, he was over being the victim See, one bullet through the wall, and the history class was interrupted Charlie, foot down in the pool of blood, in the class that made it public He said that the bullies in school, they drove him to be a suicidal Cause the mirrors didn’t reflect the criteria of an American Idol Well, sometimes I feel like I could run through the hallways with an AK too Not sayin’ that I would, but it might feel good, to off me a rapper or two So, I loaded this pen with a hollow tip, and I followed T.I.P To the hollow pits of my heart for shit, for you to role model with Take a fifth of Jack and swallow it, take a point shell and hollow it Don’t be the one with the gun, be the one with the rum, plus two models with All the kids, listen up, Yelawolf don’t give a fuck about a club I don’t wanna see you in school, tryna’ do what I do, telling folks you gon’ pop the trunk Make something of something, or something from nothing, baby wait Ok, radioactive and it’s ready for action, see if I really give a fuck, Shady [Hook - Lil Jon] Up in the club, don’t give a fuck Up in the club, don’t give a fuck Up in the club, don’t give a fuck Up in the club, still don’t give a fuck [Crooked I] 9 millimeter, ride with a heater, drive with a liter I’m finna need a mic and a speaker I’m finna beat a prominent leader, come from the seater Tell competition “Hasta la vista” Dog, you putting my name in the middle of sucker shit It’s something like you gettin’ raped by a stranger Cause you do not know who you’re fuckin’ with Crooked is a product of the S-L-A-U-G-H-T-E-R You, haha, funny, I had money when the DVD was a VCR Niggas about to need CPR when they see the car, pull up, dead I might pull over, fuck my chauffeur, cause my screwdriver’s Philip’s head Them I’mma tell to take me to Yela, getting fucked up, I aint feelin’ embarrassed The feelin’ in the air is the 2.0?s party, like niggas and wiggas in Paris [Royce da 5'9"] Nickle 9, the rhyme, rhyming, the drama, the driver, firing alarmer But a bunch of fly bitches saying Hi to me now cause a nigga said Hi to Rihanna Cause I look (cause I look) and I smell good (It’s a man’s World) Thats right I’m the new James Brown, drunk in an interview, fuck you finna do? What I’m finna do is go to the strip club and order 8 bricks I’m on my T.I.P in ATL looking for a little pretty young thing I can escape with Radioactive, Shady gon make it go Platinum, I couldn’t resist Jump on that Slaughterhouse, Yelawolf, Lil Jon Hard White remix [Hook - Lil Jon] [Joell Ortiz] Lil Jon, let me get a lil bit, I mean a minute, nothin’ crazy It’s just that I’ma lyricist and I’ve been sittin’ with this ridiculous venomous bite And I’m so ready to strike I swing and I miss, my dick swing and you miss I got a missle, can’t call it, I might misdial I’m in Orbit listening to Em’s last album guzzling Gin, Recovering alcoholic Everything looking alright, welcome to the lyricist pub Who want a bar fight in a bar so high cause that your dealing with 4 dope muthaf-ckas and 2 hard whites Deuces, period, crop circle, thats the family that matters, I’m not Urkel But I’m smooth to step on, when I move to step on ya eyeball ya shit’ll look purple I’m a product of the PJ’s, still walk through that muthafucka in my PJ’s Yeah I’m in JP Morgan often but don’t think I can get chased out the PJ So try me punk, bet ya body jump when ya shotty pump then ya body slump Yelawolf let me rip this hard white but, please dont make me pop the trunk [Joe Budden] Roll the window down I start dumping Pull up on whatever rock that ya’ll on Pills got a nigga walking round doing stupid shit My definition of an Oxymoron That aint never stop me from gettin’ a bad one I would tell niggas again but they heard the story Furthermore he got a couple I aint buss But theres no need to rush, they reserved it for me See I’m all about fam’ I don’t f-ck with the rest Goon’s that’ll squeeze till a couple thats left The squad ? smoking ? But I’m grown adults and whether that shit you say you don’t reciprocate respect You get plugged, and you need a doctor to cover your hole ? You probably didn’t hear me staying on the couch? So real I don’t need a hollow to prepare me I’m the first one in the hood to catch a body ? Cause they be thinking that I seen crazy, money motivated, cremate me Way out your league or dream maybe T.I. Team Shady [Lil Jon - Hook] Up in the club, don’t give a fuck Up in the club, don’t give a fuck Up in the club, don’t give a fuck Up in the club, still don’t give a fuck

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Amy Winehouse feat. Nas – Like Smoke Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 03 Nov 2011 11:39:15 +0000

[Hook] I never wanted you to be my man I just needed company Don't want to get dependent on Your time or who you spend it on But I lose it when you look at me Like smoke, I hung around in the unbalance Wooooah, ohh [Verse 1: Nas] It’s not a movie, this is not a script or proofread I’ll spit some untruths to dumb fools and groupies Fun to punctuate, pronunciate the funds I make ? put in your face Oh my mistake, you’re not a floosy? Then excuse me Before I talk, my style introduced me Get your name and phone number like 1-2-3 Y’all know the story, y’all know the commentary I kick the narrative, this is legendary The good Samaritan, hood thespian Like a polygamist, with a twist Will I marry again? Maybe, I guess I hold a lady’s interest, I just met The love scholar, she the teacher’s pet Every other eve we meet and make each other sweat I feel triumphant, no strings Just a fling to have fun with I be out in London, Camden Huntin’ for the answers, why did God take away the homie? I can’t stand it I’m a firm believer that we all meet up in eternity Just hope the big man show me some courtesy Why? ‘Cause I’m deemed a heart breaker Like smoke, girls lean ‘round a player Yeaha [Hook] [Verse 2: Nas] Yo, this recession is a test It’s affecting my complexion Misdirection my affection My concerns are bill collections The facts is the taxes, they after me Chapter three, my property My handlers, they dealt with me improperly I say some things I should probably keep privately Evaluate the world bank trusts like I’m IEG Those fly suites and my boojwazi Tall freak, she wouldn’t protest with me at Wall Street She says, no you’re so deep I said, no let’s go through it Historically so ruthless feds came for Joe Louis She said, my man you need to laugh sometimes Classify me as a whore, I tell her have some wine You colder than penguin poo, ? She’s thinkin’ that’s just so silly to say But if you really think about it hussy See a penguin, he drags his shit on the ground all day And there’s a dragon ? I’m through with you after I crush, so is that humorous enough? The smoke I puff Tell the car to go to Aura, Funky Buddah, Whisky Mist on Mayfair I hope I meet Monie Love so she can show me love NYC to UK I might stay there Everybody in the club tonight say, “Yeah” You know how me and Amy are, straight players [Outro] Ohh, ohh, ooooohh, ohh

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Fat Joe feat. Chris Brown – Another Round Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 13:59:44 +0000

[Chris Brown - Hook] Don’t you be holding back, your love Don’t you be holding back Don’t you be holding back, your love Don’t you be holding back Cuz in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round Only girl you’ll want another round, another round I used to want you, and her and her and her and you and her and her I used to want you, and her and her and her All I want, all I want… Shawty got a mean walk, a mean shoe game The bitch badder than any bitch that you name I’m talking Janet, maybe ? Come on [Verse 1 - Fat Joe] Quit playing girl you know that you want it I can tell just by the way you push it out and flaunt it you bad Something like dirty diana, body dope as heron And the sex off the handle Your ex couldn’t beat it, I hit it like a frito And since I lost some weight you say I got a big ego It’s too strong, you said the drive stick Well baby just peel off Loving how it lasts long, Leave the sheets gushy F-ck you with the mask on, halloween p-ssy Your body shivers and troubles with each and every stroke P-ssy wetter than ever, enough to sink a boat [Chris Brown - Hook] [Verse 2 - Fat Joe (Chris Brown)] Never hesitate, purchasing in every state Transported in foreign cars to larg estates (So believe me, you know you wanna come on girl) (As long as we can kick it with your home girl) Had two on one fast break that’s a slam dunk I know you want it, I can take you where ya man won’t Champs, Alize, think Rolls Royce Yellow Nuvo and Pink ? [Chris Brown - Hook] [Chris Brown - Bridge] Girl you got tha bomb thing on I can’t resist I’mma light some candles girl and then tie up your wrists Then i’m licking chocolate right off your stomach Baby you ain’t handled freaky sh-t like this And I start dripping ice down ya spine (oh oh) And make you mine And now you’re telling all your girls I done tore it up So don’t be mad that they all want me, there’s room for all of us [Chris Brown - Hook]

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Drake ft. Nicki Minaj – Make Me Proud Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 20 Oct 2011 13:57:44 +0000

[Drake] I like a woman with a future and a past A lil attitude problem all good, it’ll make shit last Don’t make it too easy girl, don’t take it too fast Yeah, thats it right there, thats it, do it just like that Only you can do it just like that And I love it when your hair still wet cause you just took a shower Running on a treadmill and only eating salad Sound so smart like you graduated college Like you went to Yale but you probably went to Howard Knowing you, weekend in Miami tryna study by the pool Couple things due but you always get it done Might have been a time when I loved her too But you take that away and you’ll always be the one One, I wonder why the moon looks nice, girl Maybe it’s just right for the night You said niggas coming on too strong girl They want you in their life as a wife Thats why you wanna have no sex, why you wanna protest Why you wana fight for your right Cause you don’t love them boys P-ssy run everything, f-ck that noise [Chorus - Drake] I know things get hard but girl you got it girl You got it, there you go Can’t you tell by how they looking at you everywhere you go Wondering whats on your mind, it must be hard to be that fine When all these muthaf-ckas wanna waste your time It’s just amazing girl, and all I can say is I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so proud of you I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so proud of you I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so, I’m so proud of you Everything’s adding up, you’ve been through hell and back Thats why you’re bad as f-ck and you… [Nicki Minaj] B-b-b-bet I am All of them bitches I’m better then Mansions in Malibu babblin But I never mention everything I dabble in And I always ride slow when I’m straddlin’ And my shit’s so wet you gotta paddle in Gotta ro-ro-row, gotta row ya boat It’s Pink Friday records and OVO Done did the pop tour, I’m the realest deal Best legal team so the deals is ill It’s Mac, OPI and a fragrance too Apparel, I’m dominating every avenue Cobblestone, good view, lil gravel too Gotta pay for the entourage travel too Cause I’m fli-fli-fly, I’m flying high Aint got time to talk, just Hi and bye Baby you can ask me to take a break I’ll give it all away, don’t care what the people say I’ll be a million, billion, trillion miles away He asked my sign, I said a Sag’ I’m a star, Sheriff badge, Whats the point? If I’m guardin’ Double D up hoes, Dolly Parton [Chorus - Drake]

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Jay Electronica ft Mobb Deep – Call of Duty Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 11 Oct 2011 14:38:57 +0000

[Winston Churchill] Centuries ago words were written to be a call and a spur to the faithful servants of Truth and Justice: Arm yourselves, and be ye men of valor, and be in readiness for the conflict; for it is better for us to perish in battle than to look upon the outrage of our nation and our altar. As the Will of God is in Heaven, even so let it be. [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] You know the story, when real see real, we recognize When you see the steel flash, you petrified Steve Jobs seen death after just retiring Takes vision to build, God bless the dead That’s Mac, that’s Pac, that’s Pun, that’s Big Shit, niggas know the sunshine eternal I burn slow like “Disco Inferno” Burn slow like blunts wit’ yayo Uh, I went from MySpace to the top of the food chain The sperm hit the egg like a missle Then nine months later, the celebratory news came “Exhibit C” gave the whole world a mood change Electronic, niggas call my album Detox ‘Cause they know I’m finna bring the next Chronic Roc Nation, Cole World, it’s a wrap, nigga Put yo’ diamonds in the sky, take that, nigga [Mobb Deep] Yeah Put your diamonds in the sky Wave ‘em side to side, get jokes when your shine As time go by, we live by an eye for eye I’ll die for you, your drama is mine Put your diamonds in the sky Wave ‘em side to side, get robbed ‘fore your shine As time go by, we live by an eye for eye I’ll die for you, your beef is mine [Verse 2: Jay Electronica] Uh-huh To whom it may concern If it’s hate, wait your turn, dig a crate, make a urn Please, God, tell Flex drop a bomb on me Tell the minister to tattoo the Qu’ran on me Before the men in black try to pin a crime on me And Rupert Murdoch and his goons get to lyin’ on me The Lord is my shepherd So tell the royal family to order my records And spread ‘em ‘cross Europe in a organized method We could heal the planet wit’ a organized effort The Jews and the Christians and the Muslims and the Buddhists And the Sikhs and Scientologist is all of my brethren Play this on the radio You never heard another nigga say this on the radio We made it out the ghetti-o Brunch with the Rothchilds, dinner with the Carters Jay Elect stop the press, criticalest artist (What the fu…) Yeah Put your diamonds in the sky Wave ‘em side to side, get jokes when you shine As time go by, we live by an eye for eye I’ll die for you, your drama is mine Put your diamonds in the sky (Sky) Wave ‘em side to side, get robbed ‘fore you shine (Shine) As time go by, we live by an eye for eye I’ll die for you, your beef is mine [Prodigy] I done sat around for years daydreamin’ of this Me and Jay biz, green gettin’ twist Kids goin’ to school, we still on the bench Early mornin’ yawning, no sleep, just this Hardcore, rhymin’ like a diamond when I spit Come hell or high water, we gon’ make it out the bricks I done graduated gladiator school, what’s next? From the bottom, only one way to go to the tip Of the top, with these nonstop flows I invent Bars so hard, shit hurt when it hit My bars like prison bars, I’m trapped in the pens Of this wildstyle hip-hop, the f-ckin’ strongest Rappers on the earth, it’s a curse and a gift Black cloud follow my life, how worse could it get? Respect, power, and money, in that exact order I got it all, nigga, I’ll break ya li’l neck Yeah Put your diamonds in the sky Wave ‘em side to side, get jokes when you shine As time go by, we live by an eye for eye I’ll die for you, your drama is mine Put your diamonds in the sky Wave ‘em side to side, get robbed ‘fore you shine As time go by, we live by an eye for an eye I’ll die for you, your beef is mine

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J. Cole ft Jay-Z – Mr Nice Watch Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 15 Sep 2011 13:24:29 +0000

Yeah, everybody got a bad side Drop, let me see that shit What you say Cole aint hot? What! Where you read that shit? You believe that shit? All cause some lame nigga tweet that shit Have you seen my shows, have you seen my hoes? If I wasn’t hot would they be so thick? Guess not, got the game in a headlock I’m blasting at, I’m laughing at you old niggas, Redd Foxx Dont mind me boy, I’m red hot Umm nigga, they not, Im over here, I’m over there I’m everywhere they not (I said) You’ll never play me, nice try Ballin’ in the night spot No more Mr Nice guy, hello Mr Nice watch You don’t want no problems, put yourself in a tight spot so You can look but don’t touch I’ll stay on my toes like them White Sox [Hook] Cause it cost me a lot My chain and my watch They say time is money, but really it’s not If we ever go broke girl, than time is all we got And you can’t make that back, no you can make that back so Lets ball while we here Lets ball while we here Like aint no tomorrow, like aint no next year Drink away all our problems, make it rain with no care Like I’ll make that back, f-ck it I’ll make that back Go Nice watch Nice watch (I know) Nice watch No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch [Verse 2] Stack on black, I aint never been a high roller Now its racks on racks Never thought that I would ride Rover But I’m back on track, add to the fact that I never really drive sober Cole World but I’m hot as shit Do that mean that I’m Bi-polar? Young black and gifted, I rap like it’s Christmas eve Coach wouldn’t let him off the bench, no wonder why they quit the team But, I’m cut from a different sleeve Cole World so the wrist’ll freeze Hurry up with your pictures please I gotta make history [Hook] It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch They say time is money, but really it’s not If we ever go broke girl, than time is all we got And you can’t make that back, no you can’t make that back so Lets ball while we here Lets ball while we here Like aint no tomorrow, like aint no next year Drink away all our problems, make it rain with no care Like I’ll make that back, f-ck it I’ll make that back Go Nice watch Nice watch (I know) Nice watch No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch [Jay-Z] I got a Hublot I call it Tebow I strap that bitch with a Gator band Y’all niggas ball half time ya’ll niggas like the gator band Y’all niggas need a timeout, who got these niggas all wind up Cocksucka I’m 7.30, y’all know where you’ll niggas gon wind up No more Mr Nice Guy, hello Mr Nice Watch Only but a matter of time ‘fore I hit ya’ll niggas with the nice shot Y’all niggas, better not call the law Get no blood on my Audemar Meaning ya’ll better not waste my time When y’all ready I’ll take you all to war Meanwhile I’m just chopping off doors Put the front on the back cause I’m back and forth Put the front on the back of the ‘bach like a boss So I fronting on niggas when I’m backing off Uh, what up Cole, show time Let these niggas know Adjust ya Roley’s on these muthaf-cking hoes Whenever you ready, go! [Hook] It cost me a lot, my chain and my watch If we ever go broke, girl, then time is all we got (Oh yeah, oh yeah)

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Drake – Club Paradise Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 13 Sep 2011 08:46:44 +0000

[Verse 1] They say that all of yo old girls got somebody new I say, “damn really? even Rosemary? even Leanne Seely?” They said, “fuckin right, they were the 1st to go Its nothing personal it’s just that all of them women you slept on were working though, they was saving up New niggas came around, they’ve been waking up with, I swear, you don’t know this city anymore They might’ve loved you before But you’re out here doing your thing They don’t know you..” Sure they do they’re just not as sincere It’s crazy all the emotions forgot in a year She like, “why you even give a fuck you not even here” Well out there there aint nothing for me, and I think I need to come home, [Chorus] Tell me, who did I leave behind? You think you got to me I can just read your mind You think I’m so caught up in where, I am right now But believe I remember it all [Verse 2] I be with my nigga chubbs he in love with street shit No wonder why I feel awkward at this fashion week shit No wonder why I keep fucking up the double cheek kiss Along for that ignorant Young Money, Miami beach shit A couple of artists got words for me , that’s never fun They say its on when they see me, that day dont ever come Im never scared, they never real, I never run When all is said and done, more is always said than done And I was told once, things will change, by a nigga named tip when my deal came Told me its all good, even when it feels strange Now I’m the guy that know strippers by they real names Rochelle, Jordanne, thick bitches, they just talked me out of 4 grand How did a pile of kush become the mountain of truth How did a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all Remember how I used to feel at the start of it? And now I’m living a muthafuckin fairy tale And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it Yea, just lie to my ears, tell me it feel the same, its all I’ve been dying to hear Lights get low, and thats when I have my brightest ideas And I heard my city feel better than ever, that’s why I gotta come home, [Chorus] Tell me, who did I leave behind? You think you got to me I can just read your mind You think I’m so caught up in where, I am right now But believe I remember it all [Verse 3] My mother is back to who she was years ago Its like a new page me and her are beginning on I wish she stopped checking up on women I cant stand ’cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on She thinks I’ve become a slave to the wealth But I’ll never break the promises I made to myself And I would never make up names for myself Then change the names, that I just gave to myself Certain rappers would call me to say, “wat up tho” I used to brag about it to my friends, and now Im feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat And maybe thats all they do, is just pretend, damn But I bought it though, I believed it Yea, I thought it, and I achieved it Yea, so show me love, show me fucking love! ’cause I thought it was all I needed Yea, Clearly I was wrong about it all along And this will be the year that I wont even feel shit They trip about the amount of people I brought along But Im just trying to be surrounded by some real shit Need credentials for everyone of these Toronto kids I promise they see it with me, we just tryna live I told ‘em we bout to get it, and we finally did Listen closely to my shit I swear it sounded like home [Chorus] Tell me, who did I leave behind? You think you got to me I can just read your mind You think I’m so caught up in where, I am right now But believe I remember it all [Outro - Bob Marley] [End]

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Drake – Free Spirit (Ft. Rick Ross) Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 13 Sep 2011 08:26:11 +0000

[Rick Ross] Tat my name on you girl so I know its real Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real [Verse 1: Drake] Tell a bad bitch girl, lets go hang You know me, rolex, gold chain Fuck my young niggas, XO gang Get so drunk you forget yo name Incense, burning, smoking out to my own shit Got black wood in my white Range, Im taking off when that light change Im Drizzy Drake to my old bitches, Voodoo child to my new hoes I miss this and I want it back, So Im all in with these new flows New flows, got new flows, rap is stress but it pays great Pimp flows ‘n screw flows, my shit be sounding like gray tapes, now Lemme go an hit that cup, 1 time before a nigga hit that road These days keep going by too fast, so give anything that make shit go slow Yea, money in my safe, but I’m living dangerous They told me shit would change, but I don’t really see no change in us [Hook: Drake] Tat my name on you so I know its real Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real I know it hurts, But I aint tryna hear it ‘Cause when Im not around, I’ll still be there in spirit You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I fondle the money, fornicate with a fortune I play with her mind, she masturbate in my Porsche Its simple love, it’s simple math Her chest nice, not a wrinkle in her ass Puffin’ purple hash welcome to my power circle Sucker free, no snitching, and we know when cowards working Rolls Royce rollin’, rose gold rollie’s MBA accountants, amounts they get unholy But mama still praying for her rubberband man When them wheels land, Travis Barker drums playin’ Tap dance to my drum roll, I love a bitch that know to keep me one rolled [Hook: Drake] Tat my name on you so I know its real Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real I know it hurts, But I aint tryna hear it ‘Cause when Im not around, I’ll still be there in spirit You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup [Verse 3: Drake] I dont have to work in the morning so I always stay for 1 more fuck what they say, Im telling you theres no side effects Im sure Went from driving up on some old shit, to drivers opening doors This is my town, if you need something just ask for its yours Yea, ask for its yours, if you ask for it its done I could Western Union some money, get your passport and then come You’ll meet everybody I know, at first it might seem like a lot But they’re all playing their role, Put that on everything that I got And all I care about is my city, man I cant say it enough I done heard things about y’all that they cant say about us I just hold it down for my side, I just hold it down for my sect I give everybody a piece of this, and I make due whats left Yea I do this shit to the death, yea I do this shit till Im gone yea, I told you that its our world, and you’re foolish thinking Im wrong Stop asking how the fucking needle feel, tat my fucking name on you, let these niggas know its real, wassup [Hook] Tat my name on you so I know its real Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real I know it hurts, But I aint tryna hear it ‘Cause when Im not around, I’ll still be there in spirit You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup [End]

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Waka Flocka Flame ft Drake – Round Of Applause Lyrics

IHHM — Tue, 13 Sep 2011 08:24:50 +0000

[Intro: Waka Flocka]
(Burp) Excuse Me
Shorty wanna hmmmm
Alright lets go in the club man
aye bro you got a swish
Bro, how many 1?s you gettin bro
Alright fuck wit me Ill see you in then
(Uhhhh)

[Chorus: Waka Flocka]
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
let me see you, bust It, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby drop it to the floor and
Bust It, bust It, bust it, bust it, bu-bust it, bust it
Drop it down and just,

[Verse 1: Drake]
Uhhhhh bust it like you cant afford a car,
You a star, you look in a mirror you know who you are, Right?
Cool, take it low, take it way lower than that
I fly private when I go, aint no layover on that
Yeah I made it to the top, took a seat still sittin’
Man Im up in stadium in DC still tippin,
She coulda paid tuition 5 times, still strippin
I just throw a couple bills and she’ll have a pair a heels? (Ohh No)
There I go, magic trickin on yo ass, throwin every president except for Nixon on yo ass
Make you rich I feel I should make commission on yo ass,
Wonder what you’d ever do If I went missin’ on yo ass, huh?

[Chorus: Waka Flocka]
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
let me see you, bust it, bust It, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby drop it to the floor and
Bust It, bust It, bust it, bust it, bu-bust it, bust it
Drop it down and just,

[Verse 2: Waka Flocka]
Bounce that ass, shake that ass like the twerk team
Hair long, ass phat, shawty mean
That girl look like Halle Berry when Im on them beans
When I hit the scene girls yellin’ and they scream
Flocka can you be my baby daddy?
Pimpin like Im dolemite, hoes jump in my caddy
Smoke like I got Cataract, In the strip club throwin up them stacks
Got racks on top of racks, bust that p-ssy make that ass clap, clap, clap
I aint done wit you baby bring that ass back
Still got 20?s, still got 50?s, even got them 100?s
Throw some money, throw some money, Imma let it go,
Waka Flocka Flame better know as Mr.Let It Go

[Chorus: Waka Flocka]
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
let me see you, bust it, bust It, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby drop it to the floor and
Bust it, bust It, bust it, bust it, bu-bust it, bust it
Drop it down and just

[Verse 3: Waka Flocka]
Bounce that ass, shake that ass like the twerk team
bust it, bust it, like the twerk team
bust it, bust it, like the twerk team
Bricksquad monopoly, shawty thats my home team
All the smokers they gangsta green, Cant do no G talk
I need a classy girl in the bed she aint gotta be a freak hoe
Bust it, bust it, Lay down on that floor girl
Bust it, bust it, gimme some more head girl

[Chorus: Waka Flocka]
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
Round of applause, baby make that ass clap
Drop it to the floor, make that ass clap
let me see you, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it, bust it
Baby drop it to the floor and
Bust It, bust It, bust it, bust it, bu-bust it, bust it
Drop it down and just,
[End]

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Trey Songz – Trigga In Africa Lyrics (Niggas In Paris Remix)

IHHM — Thu, 01 Sep 2011 03:21:50 +0000

(Trey Songz) You Know I ball so hard Atlantic will never trade me And You niggas could never play me I run the game, these lame, no name ass niggas never be where Trey be Ball so Hard this shit dumb I’m so cold, wrist so numb And this for sure as I was born in ’84 That with my whip alone can make a bitch cum Ball So Hard, I’m Amazed, Ya’ll so fired, I’m so paid Ball So Hard, Since I’m On, It’s only right that I put on Go Trey, Ok, I Go OJ, Crazy Shit Sip Some, and then some, I Lynch Some, Can’t Hang With this Ball So Hard, Got a New Safe, Goes well with my new place They Freaking, I’m beasting, Ball So Hard, I’m about lose weight She wanna have sex, screw face, Touche, What You say You heard me certainly, She gave me Top A.K.A Toupee . Mercy me Moi Excuse, Stuff Two Pretty birds in the coup-e I’m in the zone, niqqas better shoot me ‘fore I kill another track It’s getting too crazy. That shit Cray, Aint it Yay? Aint It Jay? I’m nice ass shit, Ya’ll like this shit How I Ike this bitch so Anime [Chorus] Ball So Hard Mu’Fuckas Gotta Pay Me That’s Just Trey (Trigga Stupid) That’s Just Trey (Trigga Stupid) That’s Just Trey Ball So Hard Mu’Fuckas Gotta Pay Me That’s Just Trey (Trigga Stupid) That’s Just Trey (Trigga Stupid) That’s Just Trey (Trey Songs) She said “Trigga thought You said you knew Hov?” (I Do) I turn around an said “I Need some new hoes” (I Do) She said “You f-cking with an Actress I Was Told ” (But You Knew) Remind of that song I got with J Cole Ball So Hard, Set Shit Straight, Out the Gate I Have to say, I’m better then other rappers, Sad to say What She Order (?) I Had the Steak, Ass was great Beat the p-ssy up, Cassius Clay Fronting on me that’s a bad mistake Getting Hard Cause of the shots your ass’ll take Real Eyes Realize Yo Ass is Fake Probably tell lies till you pass away Uhh, actually, Real Nigga I have to be These Lil niqqas is so after me I birth their style so bastardly Now you can report things accurately Boss shit that’s what happening What’s Fendi Mu’Fuckaa ? Tailored Suit with Some Chuckers No I don’t know Wiz Khalifa But I be Blowing the reefer Therapy cause I’m feeling, Post Trauama For Killing Say V8 I’m Virginia, I’m Planet Apeing On you Niggas (Scene From “Blades of Glory”) I don’t even know what that means (No one knows what it means, but it’s provocative) No it’s not, it’s gross (Gets the people going) [Chorus] Ball So Hard Mu’Fuckas Gotta Pay Me Ball So Hard Mu’Fuckas Gotta Pay Me (Trigga Stupid) That’s Just Trey (Trigga Stupid) That’s Just Trey (Trey Songs) You are now f-cking with Songz I’m not the one to front on Tell everybody here I’m gone Think you see me, No you don’t Watch my wtaching stones Talk to the money often I think I gotta Love Jones You not f-cking with Songz You not f-cking with Songz You not f-cking with Songz

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The Dream – Used To Be Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 01 Sep 2011 03:19:33 +0000

[Intro] Say I’m f-cked up, Well, you just might be f-cked up too I might be f-cked up Well baby girl, how about you? [Verse 1 - The Dream] You used to be my nigga You used to be that cool bitch You used to smoke wit’ a nigga But now you on that bullshit You used to sex me crazy You used to call me baby Now all you do it nag me like a 5 year old from the backseat You used to be so confident But all that shit came and went Used to be anti-internet But now you constantly blogging and shit! You used to strip for a nigga Now you ain’t got nothing but lip for a nigga Halfway decent for me, but you dress up for your girlfriends? Listening to what they say god your ass without a husband Put you in a Benz, you did everything to get me Ain’t did nothing since but keep talking about what it should be Car note, daycare, paid all the f-cking rent Know you wanna run the world But first, try running this But yall dont hear me, oh, oh, oh [Hook] (x2) Stop f-cking with me, woman Stop f-cking with me, woman Stop f-cking with me, woman Stop f-cking with me if you ain’t f-cking with me [Verse 2 - The Dream] You used to be so sweet But now you act bitter And just so I don’t hear that shit, I drown my liver in this liquor You used to be like this man You used to be my best friend Now all you do is judge me And scream out f-ck me, but don’t f-ck me Ohhh, hell to the no! Now I’m all up in the clubs Now I’m all up in the mall Now you in my cell phone screaming “who’s this bitch?” She’s just a friend, yeah that’s it And now you wanna trip, ain’t that some shit? Yesterday you didn’t give a f-ck, now you asking where I been And you hating on every girl that walk by Talking about “where she think she going in that outfit?” She don’t even love me, she loves the competition Every man out there: I hope you’re listening Can I be honest? Can I be muthaf-cking honest? [Hook] (x2) Stop f-cking with me, woman Stop f-cking with me, woman Stop f-cking with me, woman Stop f-cking with me if you ain’t f-cking with me [Verse 3 - The Dream] There’s nothing at home, so I’m searching for love Tried to get through, but you dont give a f-ck She can’t love me, when she don’t love herself Feels like I’m sleepin with somebody else Now I’m seeing somebody else Now I’m touching somebody else Now I’m f-cking somebody else But go ahead and blame me if it helps.. I’m just being honest I know, I know, I know, I know sometimes I’m wrong But am I really the only one Real women know that I’m talking real shit And you fake bitches, I’m sure your sittin’ around all pissed All my real niggas know that I’m talking real shit And fake niggas can take notes, or find rope and choke, nigga Yeah, honest-y

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Tinie Tempah feat. Pusha T, Jim Jones & Wiz Khalifa – Till Im Gone (Remix) Lyrics

IHHM — Thu, 01 Sep 2011 03:10:48 +0000

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus] I grew tired of the same, then one night Packed my things, told the one I love I’ll be back one day Through the fight, through the pain Booked a flight, took a plane Told her not to cry I’ll be back one day (Remix) Been dreaming this since I was young So baby girl I’ll be going til I’m gone (gone) Til I’m gone (gone) [Tinie Tempah- Verse 1] Can’t see me bitch, I’m something you will never know I’m a star you need a muthaf-cking telescope Doing numbers, punching in the telephones I give em line after line like I’m selling coke I’m well connected like a nigga with a modem And these bitches know I ball thats why these bitches on my scrotum Flying right across the ocean bumping Frank and Billy Ocean On a private jet, they let a nigga smoke, think I’m joking Come and play, pour out another bottle Bring your girls round and lets turn my apartment to a brothel I do this shit for real, blowing up the clubs And when they see the bottles then them bitches know it’s us, muthaf-ckers [Wiz Khalifa - Chorus] I grew tired of the same, then one night Packed my things, told the one I love I’ll be back one day Through the fight, through the pain Booked a flight, took a plane Told her not to cry I’ll be back one day Been dreaming this since I was young So baby girl I’ll be going til I’m gone (gone) Til I’m gone (gone) Til I’m gone But I wont be gone for too long [Pusha T - Verse 2] Yeah, you see I’m back like I never left The haters stay, see they never left I’m selling ? over treble Wrist looking like a treasure chest Hella pads and hella jets We fly, back seats we drive Hotels attire, next stop Dubai Tell a bitch “bye bye” We getting at this money at the moment Drop SLS is just a bonus Push with Tinie Tempah, better watch ya temper The holder of that ?, got a heart like December So roll with the winners or move out the way of the storm Cause I’m coming for all crowns till the day that I’m gone Never gone. [Wiz Khalifa - Chorus] [Jim Jones] Spent summers, Harlem world, spent summers in Miami Atlanta stripper girls got my ? in the Grammys And I be buying time, just like my Audemar You catch us flying by inside them foreign cars My sneakers from uptown, my diamonds from the district And when I be uptown, you know I got the biscuit So crack another bottle, light another blunt Mommy looking good, see that bitch from the front She going to the back, but that’s not the trunk She had some Louie luggage, put your bags up in the front You catch us in the kitchen, and we be cooking powder These niggas aint freshen if you put ‘em in the shower [Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

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Lil Wayne feat. Birdman – I Got Some Money On Me Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 21:02:10 +0000

[Lil Wayne] I got some money on me I’m ’bout to kill these hoes I don’t be politicing, I’m not political F-ck you talkin’ bout, bitch I’m Kenneth Cole My goons masked up, Ray Mysterio Bitch, eat something, I don’t like skinny hoes I hit her from the back, she on her tippy toes I smoke that Green Day, I’m on my Billie Joe I’m a dog bitch, BINGO I’m a rich ass nigga, you bitch ass nigga I’m from the school of hard knocks You skip class nigga Tell her buss that pussy open Bend it over bring it back Get some brain out that hoe and call that hoe a brainiac I got some money on me I’m ’bout to kill these hoes I got some money on me I’m ’bout to kill these hoes F-ck you talkin’ ’bout, bitch I’m Kenny Cole I’m a dog bitch, BINGO Every bad bitch love me I’m young money, tell em pop that p-sssy for me Pop that p-ssy for me And my niggas got the guns, they aiming for ya skully Tell ‘em pop that p-ssy for me pop that p-ssy for me [Birdman] Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star nigga Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds 1 hundred [Lil Wayne] If you a bad bitch, say f-ck them other hoes I’m in my lane bitch, you a gutter bowl Boogers in the watch, it got a runny nose I like a pink p-ssy, just like a bunny nose And we are Young Money, the untouchables I hit her from the back, I make her touch her toes I’m on that drink baby, I think I’m comotosed I’m feeling real good, Stevie Wonder-ful And everybody with me strapped, tell them hoes adapt Shoot ‘em in his head, he dead before he collapse Young Money we the crap, no salary cap Money talks bitch and mines yap, yap, yap I got some money on me I’m ’bout to kill these hoes I got some money on me I’m ’bout to kill these hoes If you a bad bitch, say f-ck them other hoes I’m feeling real good, Stevie Wonder-ful And we don’t talk about it, we do it, do it, nigga Shit can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, nigga Them niggas can’t see me, but I see through them niggas and f-ck the police, on or off duty nigga I’m on ome other sht, I’m stunting on them hoes Bitch I’m smoking pot, like I’m on the stove I’m in this bitch, bitch, I’m so Holly Grove Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of Gold Boy, you thin crust, f-cking Dominoes I’m laughing to the bank, this shit is comical We do it real big, astronomical I make her fall for me, bitch, Jeronimo Now get it poppin for a nigga Show me what you’re working with I’m fly as a muthaf-cka bitch, no turbulence Please know my niggas got them pistols for emergencies I’m looking for a head doctor for some brain surgery Some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes I’m laughing to the bank, this shit is comical I make her fall for me, bitch geronimo 50 shots in a chopper, break ‘em off proper You niggas can’t see me, f-ck yo binoculars I’ma coconut Ciroc’er, a beast like Chewbacca I’m running this shit, I don’t even need blockers [Birdman] Priceless, fresh off an island, hundred mill Bitch we the bidness, 5 star gangsta, mula, crazy

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Lil Wayne – Two Shots Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 20:47:53 +0000

[Hook] 2 shots of whatever 2 shots of whatever It’s like tug-of-war, tryna pull myself together I could probably do better, but probably’s like never I’m a pimp under pressure, leave my money on the dresser [Verse 1] Goons in this bitch, leave a nigga on a stretcher It’s all there, papa, you ain’t even got to measure Laughing at how all my old bitches look jealous Well what goes around comes around: propellers Money over bitches – mob, goodfellas Cut her ears off, ain’t shit she could tell us Write your name on the bullet, that’s a f-ckin love letter If I ain’t a trending topic, I’m a f-cking trend-setter [Hook] [Verse 2] If you’re scared, go to church, Mason Betha Sometimes the paper chase could be like chasing a leopard The pussy wetter, wetter than it’s ever been But she gone probably try to cross the line like a Mexican I ain’t on that bullshit, shawty fine as f-ck though Now she kiss me on my neck, I hope she ain’t cutthroat Cut down on the syrup cause it made me f-ck slow Shoot so many times Imma choke off the gunsmoke Life, death, love, hate, pleasure, pain Pay me no mind but I don’t have change I cock back and aim at your membrane Broad day, no mask, close range, pop pop. [Hook 2] You can get 2 shots from wherever You can get 2 shots from whoever It be like a puzzle tryna put you back together I should probably do better but probably, whatever… [Verse 3] Your bullshit is stinking up the place Me no tick Can’t let these bitch niggas slide and touch base I make her cum so many times, call her nutcase It’s young money baby, take your clothes off Give me them three holes: bowling ball 2 shots of whatever Keep them bitches coming and she can get whatever [Hook] 2 shots of whatever 2 shots of whatever

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Lil Wayne – Novacane Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 20:19:59 +0000

Raindrops from the clouds Sun lights up the sky Hummingbirds do fly [Lil Wayne - Verse 1] Ooh girl, I love you so Good lord almighty, I’m in love with a whitey I call her aphrodite, I call her when I need her And she give me good love til my nose start bleeding Life is just like moving mountains When I can’t cope, I’m hittin’ that slope That great white hope, and it aint no pressure I can’t feel nothing, but I never felt better Hmm, but you were just no good for me Killin’ me softly, that girl is poison Huh, I had to let you go, take things slow Just so you know [Chorus] I’ll do it all again if I had the chance Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain) Like novacane (like novacane) Like novacane [Lil Wayne - Verse 2] You used to make me feel so good Like I was on top of the World Sorry I gotta stay away from ya…

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Lil Wayne ft Bun B, Nas, Shyne, Busta Rhymes – Outro Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 17:02:58 +0000

[Verse 1: Bun B] Yeah… When I step in the spot, motherf-ckers say “who that? ” Big Bun B, but you already knew that Live from the state where they chop it and screw that You hatin’ on the trill OG, where they do that? (for real!) Motherfckers need to get off the dick, man Fall the f-ck back like a bike with no kickstand Get out my mix man, just go’ get you stuck Deeper in the quicksand, with no easy fix, man (damn!) No tricks, man, those is for kids Kush in my cigar, and hoes in the crib Drank, and the 20 ounce froze in the fridge You f-ckin’ with DA so you know what it is I’m sittin’ on the fours that clack Comin’ down candy in the golden ‘Lac We gettin’ to the money like it’s Goldman Sachs And we do it for the pimps that are holding back… let’s go! [Verse 2: Nas] Look who crept in with automatic weapons, reppin’ QB till the death of him That nigga that inspired lyrical tyrants like Kanye West and Em Track record goes back to “The Essence”, Smack adolescents who ask who the best is I’m nasty like gas from a fat man, attested, I pass it, you gaspin’ for breath and you die fast But I’m like a gastric bypass, Bunch of Nas African actors seemed to get typecast in the same role Since 16 I ain’t grow a day old yet my brain grow, cocaine white Range Rov’ Tats on my body like an art exhibit, I did real good for a project nigga Was once a Bacardi sipper, now it’s Chandon, Fat blunts in the car with strippers Guns in compartments hidden, I was real young, little youth, a novice nigga Blessings, bowed down, respected, chowed down now my food’s digested Pow pow, with my shooters are Techs, bust louder than the noise I just spit Let’s get one thing straight that my crown ain’t for testin’… testin’ Chop heads off like King Henry the 8th, guillotine to ya neck, bitch! I’m a king in this thing, don’t be dumb Been in this shit since ’91 Niggas can’t f-ck with the style I use Your fate is sealed, no Heidi Klum Calm now, was a wylin’ dude, studied cowards that made power moves Watched Wild Planet seen lions devour food, you can say that’s how I move A monster nigga, and I don’t really like doing songs with niggas There go my nigga Wayne, let them niggas hate I love my nigga Drake say “we ain’t got time to respond to niggas” [Verse 3: Shyne] I’m a villain, I’m a villain, all that happens in the street Poverty and desperation made me everything I be I’m a shotta, when I pop up with them poppers burn ya block up Call the judges, call the coppers, we takin’ over Gotham Word to Poppa Blood gang, five! It’s that Blood gang, five, but green is the bottom line I run this town, I ain’t gon’ lie, they run they mouth, they ain’t gon’ fight They actin’ like they ain’t gon’ die until I let them llamas fly Flatbush to Bed-do-or-die, from Watts to Larry Hoover Chi Poverty and heroine, it’s no place for a juvenile Put greed in our heart, it’s the green that we want Cash Money is the company and Weezy the boss! [Verse 4: Busta Rhymes] They say I’m underrated, but un-compete-with-able Understandable, being that my rating levels are unreachable Anything said other than that should be silenced, unspeakable! And the thought of you being nicer than me, unfeasible! They ask is what I do ever gonna stop, this shit will never end That’s when you hear a car crash in the vocal booth got em sayin’ “There he goes again! ” See now they nominated a nigga to come and flatten everything Now let me dominate it, nigga run And they be knowin’ that I be blackin’ on everything And make it complicated like a nigga constipated with a gun I gotta make it what they want and wake ‘em when I come and shake ‘em And bake ‘em and take ‘em to another place Ain’t no fakin’, ain’t no kind of mistakin’ how I be breakin’ up Everything and be creating a s-s-s-situation when I’m done (Damn!) You see I spit National Treasure, discography rich And I done killed more cats than curiosity, snitch! Most of you niggas sorry and owe apologies, quick What the f-ck you niggas still hangin’ around here for, you apostrophe bitch? OK, now enough of that, see now I’m out the door Tunechi, thanks for giving us a whole ‘nother classic with Tha Carter IV

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Lil Wayne – President Carter Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 16:51:14 +0000

[Hook] President Carter President Carter President Carter… [Lil Wayne - Verse 1] Sitting on the world, I got life in my hand So these days I try to think twice when I can Money on my mind as God as my witness Love don’t live here and it don’t even visit I do this for my uptown politicians Walked in the kitchen and found a pot to piss in Niggas ain’t satisfied until they mama missin’ Niggas ain’t satisfied until they mama miss ‘em Uh, I’m a monster, exorcisms Tote tools like mechanics, mechanisms Uh, detrimental on any instrumental I say you rappers sweet I pay the incidentals I’m beneficial, I’ve been official I say you rappers sweet, tiramisu I like my short cake shorter Ain’t no mother f-cker harder than (Carter) [Hook] [Verse 2] Nobody gives you a chance, you gotta take chances Your family tree, I will break branches Cause I don’t give a f-ck, I put the ass in assassin Smoke you like a blunt then it’s ashes to ashes The future is born, put the past in the casket If real shit is dead then nigga I’m a bastard Uh, appetite for disaster I want a full plate then another plate after Uh, yesterday just died Tomorrow never cried, the days of our lives When shit get deep I’m never afraid to dive Let the money pile up and until I’m buried alive Ask who the f-ck want it, I bring it to your doorbell Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale Smoking weed, getting head in the oval office I changed the stars on the flag into crosses [Interlude] Amen.. [Hook] [Verse 3] Ya dead to me, brown grass nigga I just stand still and let the ground pass nigga Bullshit for lunch, brown bag nigga Realitys a bitch and I’mma dance with her 140 pounds, 5’6 from the ground Bitch I’m in the building you ain’t even in the lounge I tried to f-ck the world and couldn’t even get aroused I ain’t looking for the beef but I ain’t seen it in a while Uh, and we all want world peace Murder show, I give your ass good seats Shit, I’m much more than a good speech [Outro] Gorillas in suits The holy war, the spiritual troops Fighting over the mythical truth Drowning in the political soup They shoot missiles and nukes Taking out such a pivotal group The body count is the physical proof And they thought drugs were killing the youth Hahaha Thank you, thank you all I am President Carter!

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Lil Wayne – Abortion Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 16:49:14 +0000

[Hook] I see you with your palms in your pants But me, me, see me, I got the world in my hands I make it spin on my finger, I’m a critical thinker I’m a hell of a smoker, and a bit of a drinker [Bridge] I know your name, yeah Your name is unimportant We in the belly of the beast And she thinking ’bout abortion [Lil Wayne - Verse 1] I woke up this morning, dick rock hard Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award You can save your bullshit on your memory card If this real nigga business, then you niggas unemployed Jumped on the celly, called Machiavelli He says he was gravy, I say I was jelly Looked in the mirror, said “You’s an ill nigga” Then I ran to the money like track and field nigga Now I think I’ll have me a coffee with six sugars In a world full of ass-kissers and dick pullers I’m tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked I’m shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude The hate is music to my ears, I got my dancing shoes Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to But I just built a house on “I don’t give a f-ck” Avenue [Hook] + [Bridge] [Lil Wayne - Verse 2] Down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed Life is a gamble better check the point spread And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head I’m so sick of these niggas, I need meds Smoking on a hallelujah, thank you Jesus Help me focus on the future and not the previous Double R, I’m a rebel with a reason Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees Underground shit, I see myself as a seed Living in the glass, and everybody’s looking How can you get the picture, if you don’t know who took it? This current affairs, but who the hell cares? Everybody’s fighting over positions, musical chairs On the road to redemption, you gonna use a few spares I’m just f-cking ready so I come prepared [Bridge] [Verse 3] And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air Life is a roller coaster, but still unfair A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes But since it is in disguise, we don’t know that it’s there [Hook]

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Lil Wayne – Megaman Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 16:47:24 +0000

[Verse 1: Lil' Wayne] Faded off the kush I’m gone Only 2 years old when daddy used to bring them hookers home Looking like my Grammo, my niggas got that ammo We jack son then light up that “L”, Samuel Tunechi in this bitch nigga, y’all niggas bitch niggas Rats gone rat and snakes gone hiss nigga Baseball rich nigga, do this shit for all my homies Where them bad bitches at? Come and put that p-ssy on me Tunechi you a murderer, boy you just be killing shit Yeah you know that money talk, I am the ventriloquist Tranquilizer in the trunk, put your ass to sleep man Birdman Jr. got the world in my wingspan How you niggas want it? Have it your way, Burger King I get deep in that p-ssy, dig her out, surgery F-cking with a real nigga, f-cking right, certainly Break in your f-cking home, take your life, burglary Woah nigga, die slow nigga, for dear life your holding on En Vogue nigga Unload nigga, reload nigga, tools on deck, Home Depot nigga Well if life is a bitch, then mine a gold digger And all my bitches nasty like a cold dinner Everyday I go so hard and work my ass off I’m good, I’m 100 like a fastball It’s Carter 4! (Yeah) (I’m going back in man) (Yeah) [Verse 2 - Lil' Wayne] We get f-ck y’all money, how you want to play it? That AK sleep on the side of my bed That’s one eye closed, one eye open Your cap get peeled like ibuprofen I’m sick, I’m ill, I ain’t the nigga to f-ck with This a crazy world and life is shorter than Bushwick Young Money man we got this shit by a land slide Boy I send them bloods at your ass like a tampon Uptown shit, wet the whole party, Weezy gone ball Ball like Steve Harvey, the heater I’m a tuck her Tuck her like Dolores, that’s my word like, word like the-saurus I don’t see no future in your fronting, I be stunting hard Rap game dependent on me like a bungee cord Fear nobody but God almighty Shoot that motherf-cker till I get arthritis I’m a beast, I’m a ass, I’m ahead of my class I’m a diamond in the rough like a baby in the trash I don’t talk it, I live it. I paint a picture vivid And them pistols popping like they sitting in a skillet I go so hard, I go so mean, I’m so New Orleans Told the judge I couldn’t budge, it was him or me Forget the bullshit and remember me

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Lil Wayne – Blunt Blowin’ Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 16:39:37 +0000

Yeah I put my shades on. [Verse 1] I live it up like these are my last days If time is money, I’m an hour past paid Ughh, gunpowder in my hourglass Niggas faker than some flour in a powder bag Yeah, I put it down like my hands hurting I’m on a natural high, but I land perfect Some of us are lovers, most of y’all haters But I put up a wall, and they just wallpaper So love or hate me, I stay hate-free They say we learn from mistakes, that’s why they mistake me I got some weight on my shoulders, to me it’s like feathers All hail Weezy, call it bad weather I stick to the script, I memorize the lines Cause life is a movie that I’ve seen too many times You’re on the outside looking in, close the blinds And they say never say never, but f-ckin nevermind I’ve been gone too long True or false, right or wrong Hello Weezy, welcome home [Hook 1] Yeah and I’m a blunt blowin’ Polo draws showin’ I don’t give a lovely motherf-ck ass nigga With my money growing, no matter where you going You don’t need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga I’ma blunt blowin’ Polo draws showin’ I don’t give a lovely motherf-ck ass nigga With my money blowing, don’t matter I got more and You don’t need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga [Verse 2] Stunna, I got em, I’m back on them bitches All about my riches, my name should be Richard Cut the bullshit out, I’m Edward with the scissors Life is a choice, and death is a decision Times have changed, but f-ck it get a new watch I still got the vision like a line between two dots Young money’s eating, the label getting fatter And yea, the tables turned, but I’m still sitting at em I’m a bad motherf-cker, cuz the good die young Everybody selling dreams, I’m too cheap to buy one Man when that cookie crumble, everybody want a crumb Shoot that hummingbird down, Hummingbird don’t hum Big money, big money, deep pockets Money talks, and motherf-ckers eavesdropping Bunch of bloods, you could call it blood clotting East side, My Piru Damu [Hook 2] I’ma blunt blowin’ Polo draws showin’ I don’t give a lovely motherf-ck ass nigga With my teeth glowing, I’m on my Deebowin’ You don’t need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga I’ma blunt blowin’ Polo draws showin’ I-I don’t give a lovely motherf-ck ass nigga With my money blowing, no matter where you going You don’t need a bus pass, for me to bust yo ass nigga [Verse 3] Okay, light that Ashton Kutcher, I’m a limit pusher Y’all dead meat, and me im just a butcher I do it for the money, man I am such a hooker And freedom was my girl, until they f-cking took her You can look into the future, its right behind your eyelids But I don’t wanna know, cuz shit I like surprises Why that, why this, why you on that why shit? Motherf-cker ask me why, I say YM Beach bum, call me ocean drive slim Drop the top, look up and make the sky grin Young moola, skinnies and some supras Belly of the beast till it pukes Motherf-cker [Hook 2] [Outro] I’ve been gone too long True or false, right or wrong [X3] Hello Weezy, welcome home It’s young mula, baby

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Lil Wayne – Carter IV Intro Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 16:37:24 +0000

[Lil' Wayne] Uhh, Man f-ck them bitches and them hoes And them niggas p-ssies, camel toes I got some money on me and the weed nice My shit won’t ever stop, suck my green light Bitch it’s Carter 4, murders all she wrote Now it’s f-ck everybody like a Scorpio Still running shit, I’m on my cardio Boy I’m going in, like my water broke Suicide note, suicide doors I put in overtime, like a tied score Tinted windows bitch that mean mind yours And the weed loud, like a lions roar Stare into the eyes the eyes of forever Hear no evil see no evil, Helen Keller No music on, rock it acapella And I don’t need a watch, the time is now or never Tell my niggas love, I die behind this shit A nigga countin’ money, you niggas counterfeit Real nigga, nigga, proud of what I am Young money is an army, bitch I’m Uncle Sam Them hoes call me Tunechi, mama call me Tune I left the bullshit, in the waiting room Straight to the money, no short cuts Now watch me go retarded, yellow short bus We do drive-bys, we do walk-ups and bitch I be so high, I get starstruck Millz in this bitch he said f-ck them hoes And the jewelry bright, like summer clothes And I keep some bud like Rudy Huxtable I’m bout to slam the beat, nigga, Dusty Rhodes I’m from Eagle Street I go Hercules I get on the beat, murder 1st degree YMCMB, we don’t give a f-ck You faker than some titties, you get tittie f-cked This the best-worst feeling and nigga if I die I die a death worth living This that text book G shit I’ve been in that water but I’ve never been sea sick (Yeah) Knock me, I knock ya face off, life’s a crazy bitch, Grace Jones Mind of a genius, with a heart of stone Ha, C4, Mr. Carter’s home!

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Lil Wayne ft T-Pain – How To Hate Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 16:34:55 +0000

[T-Pain - Verse 1] She owes me everything and she knows it I’ve seen all the scenes in seen this movie, and she blows it at the end She keeps talking to me, cuz she knows that I’m a friend But I can’t keep hearing it over and over again I was the one that you came to when you broke up with your boyfriend Man, f-ck him Girl I was the one, that told you f-ck them other niggas And you still f-cked them other niggas Most people learn from the bad things I hope that you learn And don’t crash and burn in the fast lane But if you read this letter then you caught me This should explain all the ways that you taught me [T-Pain - Hook] How to hate a bitch That owe you everything At least a wedding ring Moving on to better things So don’t you call me talking bout them other fools I’m not good enough for you I thought that we was cool If you need a shoulder to cry on, girl I won’t listen I’m through f-cking with these bitch ass bitches [Lil Wayne - Verse 2] And I don’t love them hoes But don’t f-ck up with Wayne cuz when it “Waynes” it pours No really, I’m on my f-ck that bitch shit You used to be the shit, but now you ain’t shit, bitch I had a red bone, but she be tripping though All that bullshit is for the birds, she was pigeon-toed She used to always say, f-ck my niggas And when I went to jail, she f-cked my niggas Well, I guess I’m single for the night And you can sit right on my middle finger for the night And if I sound mad, then you caught me But this shit explains that you’re the one that taught me [T-Pain - Hook] [Lil Wayne - Verse 3] Coconut Ciroc Forgive and forget, bitch I already forgot I’m over the bitch, and she over the top They say love is the key, somebody change the lock Well, and I wish I never met ya And I heard you’re doing you, and you heard I’m doing better And all I had to do was put two and two together But that just makes four, but not forever, damn So much for being the perfect couple I put in overtime, I was working doubles I wish you the best, good luck boo Weezy F, for f-ck you [T-Pain - Bridge] No ain’t nothing going on Girl I’m moving on, just take your ass home Get away from here, girl I’m so glad you’re gone This is the last song I’m writing for you Now I see how you can be I don’t want you ’round you me All you do is down me girl How many years I tried to get ya Don’t even text my phone when it hit ya, cuz girl your taught me.. [T-Pain - Hook]

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Lil Wayne ft John Legend – So Special Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 16:32:35 +0000

[John Legend - Intro] Ohhhhhhh So special girl, So special So special girl, So special Ohhhhhhhhhhh So special girl, So special So special girl, So special [Lil Wayne - Verse 1] Uh, board shorts, wife beater Now let me see it, I’m a sightseer She was sleeping on me, but she’s a light sleeper I make her cum first, then I follow the leader I talk shit, I hope it matters We climax, without the ladder Can’t desert the future, no Nevada Her body is a weapon, ratatat her I spent the night in heaven, I slept with an angel And when we finish, I swear that p-ssy said, “thank you” I said, “You’re Very Welcome”, I’m so well mannered And I go down south, Louisiana [John Legend - Hook] Baby won’t you spend the night Darling I don’t want to wake up, and you are not by my side (So special girl, So special) (So special girl, So special) And if you promise me tonight, Yeah Baby that you’ll let me in, then I’ma make you feel so special girl (So special girl, So special) (So special girl, So special) Ohhhhhhhh [Lil Wayne - Verse 2] Then we take a shower together, and wash each others back And if she kick it off, I’mma run it back And then she say my name, like I forgot it She crazy about that dick, Lorena Bobbitt Love be the pilot, but it’s kamikaze Yeah, Body language, girl let’s talk about it Freedom of speech, Weezy a beast Open her up like a book, read it and weep [John Legend - Hook] Baby won’t you spend the night Darling I don’t want to wake up, and you are not by my side (So special girl, So special) (So special girl, So special) And if you promise me tonight, Yeah Baby that you’ll let me in, then I’ma make you feel so special girl (So special girl, So special) (So special girl, So special) Ohhhhhhhh [Lil Wayne - Verse 3] (So Special) Yeah, thinking ’bout you girl got my mind on E You know them other niggas ain’t me Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya Just sit on my grill, that’s that tailgate for ya I, put it together, common denominator I tear it up like loose leaf paper I got drinks on chill, my bedroom huge I knock her lights out, I blow her fuse See we don’t even f-ck no more, we make love And now shes on the tip of my tongue, my taste buds Cause she my honey bee, yeah, buzz buzz And now I’m itching and scratching, that’s that love bug [John Legend - Hook] Baby won’t you spend the night Darling I don’t want to wake up, and you are not by my side Yeah, Yeah (Yeah) And if you promise me tonight, Yeah (Promise) Baby that you’ll let me in, then I’ma make you feel so special girl (So special y’all, So special) (Girl I got that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya, that 12 play for ya) (So special girl, So special to me)

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Lil Wayne feat. Tech N9ne & Andre 3000 – Interlude Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 16:28:32 +0000

[Tech N9ne] Heart’s what it is Watch what the kid drops, I’ma get the prop if you’re not wit’ the biz Not only other regions, I really popped at the crib So hatin’ motherf-ckers, you better stop with the jibs All for the dibs, but I’m boss, It’s don’t matter what the cost when I live right across from the Wiz Killa City will have a nigga lost in the Mids Doin’ nothin’ but mothers stackin’ pussy coffin again What is happenin’ is a merger, different levels of murder Lil Weezy cook it and I’ma serve her Further, guess what I’ma go do wit’ this women when we’re eatin’ Gerber? Mama said to kill ‘em all, and I heard her Thank you, baby, for what became Lil Wayne It’s good that all the people know when Strange in the game I been really able to hang in the fame But when he shot at my nig was when it changed in my lane I’m accustomed, f-cking lovin’ nothin’ but to get your brain And I be stuck in lust and quick to a bust a nut and take a nigga’s dame wit’ no shame When they be bussin’ ‘nough, they thinkin’ they thuggin’ tough But never do knuckle up, you in the game, you bang You druggin’, touchin’ everything, you lame? Sucka, you cannot sustain the rain Tech N9ne is such a cuckoo in this Balla nigga, Strange Music, coupe through swishas I know a lot of you prolly never knew who this is Well, you listenin’ to Tecca Nina, soo woo bidness [Andre 3000] Today, I feel electric gray, I hope tomorrow neon black I tell a nigga all those flows are borrowed, it’s the phar-oh, Three Stacks I woke up in Cai-ro, lookin’ at stars so bright in the sky I thought they were marbles No car doors, whatcha call those? A whole carload of raw hoes In a Jeep Defender, please remember, don’t feed the Simba Three’s a symbol like nobody, he’s a symbol of what’s safari Pulled her ponytail to my body, she’s the only girl that was smart e… …nough to call me Mr. Benjamin in the middle of a wild party Skin was cinnamon, I pound it harder, how come the only girls that are thought of Are the light ones? Well, tonight, then, we gon’ do it, do it, do it for the dark ones It’s important that you are more than welcome to the Carter IV and Y’all enjoy it, I will go ‘head, and I’ll kiss y’all on y’all forehead Out

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Curren$y ft Lil Wayne – Smoke Sumthin’ Remix Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 16:25:29 +0000

[Verse 1 - Curren$y] One for the money, yes sir, two for the show But I ain’t steppin on the stage until they count up all my cash flow Oh man, then your man’s going Twilight Zone Want to be left along, again at home, listenin’ to Soulja Slim I spread that dough out, rolling pins slice it up With my closest friends as the grimey globe spins, I’m grinding Trying to keep dirt off my rims and my name Out c’here stay poppin up at the red carpet In my green Tahoe, with my Las Vegas bitch and one of your hoes “Hi there!” I like what she working with, that’s why we hired her We pull up on the set, tattoo calligarphy letter Jets love And respect, we passing you the fuck up And passing you none of my bud that’s why you standing round us bruh! Oh you accounted for, who brung you? You don’t speak the code bro You slick tone and hung you You walking down the aisle with the same bitches we run through I’m in the bank line, empire, I build this for us to eat Inside is the lunch room, outside is looking wild hungry fool Shut the door so they don’t see us, light a joint or two.. [Hook] Got stopped in the mall the other day I heard a call from the other way Where I just came from, some nigga was saying som’n Talking about smoking some’n Stopped in the mall the other day I heard a call from the other way Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something Talking about smoking something.. [Verse 2 - Lil Wayne] Let me go like me wanted for all my trouble I’m chillin with this bitch who think we make the perfect couple But she trippin, I’m sippin on some bubbly with no bubbles It’s me thats who? I put this shit together like puzzles I’m puzzled: is it me or niggas is lame? You’re coward-hearted, yellow, lemon merengue I’m about to change my name from “Dwayne” to “Deranged” To be a billionaire I got a shot like Danny Ainge My gang wear red, your bitch an air head But I still break her off like a f-ckin chair leg It’s Tunechi, ya heard me? You don’t deserve me. Swag so sick So injury reserve me. I’m the God, I should be rapping in a turban But knowing me, I’ll prolly ollie up the curb Then grind down the rail only with my tail Pause.. [Hook] Got stopped in the mall the other day I heard a call from the other way Where I just came from, some nigga was saying something Talking about smoking something.. Got stopped in the mall the other day I heard a call from the other way Where I just came from, some bitches was saying something Talking about smoking something.. [Lil Wayne] Bitch, you aint putting on Smoke somthing? I remember when you couldn’t even smoke shit Couldn’t stay focused But don’t forget it bitch

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Lil Wayne ft. Bruno Mars – Mirror Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 04:16:53 +0000

[Lil Wayne] With everything happening today You dont know whether you’re coming or going But you think that you’re on your way Life lined up on the mirror dont blow it Look at me when Im talkin to you You looking at me but I’m lookin through you I see the blood in your eyes I see the love in disguise I see the pain hidden in your pride I see you’re not satisfied And I dont see nobody else I see myself I’m looking at the [Bruno Mars] Mirror on the wall, here we are again Through my rise and fall You’ve been my only friend You told me that they can understand the man I am So why are we here talkin’ to each other again [Lil Wayne] Oh, I see the truth in your lies I see nobody by your side but I’m with you when you re all alone And you correct me when Im lookin wrong I see that guilt beneath the shame I see your soul through your window pain I see the scars that remain I see you Wayne, Im lookin at the.. [Bruno Mars] Mirror on the wall, here we are again Through my rise and fall You’ve been my only friend You told me that they can understand the man I am So why are we here talkin’ to each other again [Lil Wayne] Lookin at me now I can see my past Damn I look just like my f-ckin dad Light it up, thats smokin’ mirrors I even look good in the broken mirror I see my momma smile thats a blessin I see the change, I see the message and no message could been any clearer So I’m stared with the man in the… [Bruno Mars] Mirror on the wall, here we are again Through my rise and fall You’ve been my only friend You told me that they can understand the man I am So why are we here talkin’ to each other again uh… Mirror on the wall, here we are again Through my rise and fall You’ve been my only friend You told me that they can understand the man I am So why are we here talkin’ to each other again (so why are we talkin to each other again) Mirror on the wall.

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Lil Wayne ft Jadakiss & Drake – It’s Good Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 04:15:16 +0000

[Jadakiss] I’m as real as they come, I follow the rules I’m still in the hood but I probably should move Made enough money, I don’t f-ck around I just felt they needed me, so I stuck around Feds got my man, shit is real son Cause my god son just became my real son Think life is a game but all you get is a turn You live and you learn, either you freeze or you burn Kush in the air, I’m pushing the gears Love turned into hate, hate turned into fear If it aint right, I don’t sign the deal Shoot me in the watch, I got time to kill Gasoline, propane, aint no salary cap in the dope game Aint no collective bargaining on cocaine So in other words nigga, do your thing [Drake] Mind in one place, heart in another Please pardon my brother He’s just angry at you niggas who dont have your heart in your rap shit And got too f-ckin comfy, cause we still f-ckin hungry Young Money, got the munchies Faded, f-ckin faded, aww yeah im f-ckin faded They tellin’ lies about me, aww yeah i must’ve made it Rikers Island on this flow, 8 months for that pistol But at least they had some bad bitches workin’ in that shit hole Ahhh, 3 visits later, I went and did it major So f-ck the judge, and the jury, and the litigator Watchin all these kids who thought they had it figured out And then November came, they let my nigga out [Lil Wayne] Stop playin, I aint with that bullshit Niggas act like bitches. Shanaynay, oh my goodness This is Wayne’s World, and y’all are just some tourists Give me three wishes, I wish, I wish, I wish, you would bitch Brand new p-ssy, p-ssy good as baby powder Two glock 40?s, nigga you got 80 problems Swimmin’ in the money, Imma need some f-ckin goggles Its better to give, but we dont give a f-ck about ‘em I just came home, shit then got real hoe Lil Weezy-ana, the boot nigga, steal toe I aint workin with a full deck but I deal hoe I just touched down, kick the motherf-ckin field goal Talkin ’bout baby money? I got your baby money Kidnap your bitch, get that ‘how much you love your lady’ money I know you fake nigga, press your brakes nigga I’ll take you out, that’s a date nigga Im a grown ass blood, stop playin with me Play asshole and get an ass whippin’ I think you pussy cat ha, hello kitty I just throw the alley-oop to Drake Griffin I lay em down, tempur-pedic This shits a game of chess, you niggas think its cleavage Its young money, yeah ’tis the season I give you the business, bitch this a business meeting My niggas hungry, my bitches greedy Will I die a bloody murder? Dear Mr. Ouija Nigga, Im straight, my girl a faggot Potato on the barrel, pop pop tater salad

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Busta Rhymes – She Will Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 04:12:34 +0000

Busta Rhymes – She Will Lyrics [Lil Wayne - Verse 1] I tell her “now goin pop that pussy for a real nigga I already know that life is deep but I still dig her Niggas is jealous but really I couldn’t care less I’m in hell’s kitchen with an apron and a hair net Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness So on my Libra scale, I’m weighing sins and forgiveness What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet I tried to pay attention but attention paid me Haters can’t see me, nose bleed seats And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap I rock to the beat of my drumset I’ve been at the top for a while and I aint jump yet But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit Now jump up on that dick and do a full split [Drake] She just started to pop it for a nigga And look back and tell me “baby, its real” And I say I aint doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal And she bad, so maybe she won’t Uh, but shit than again maybe she will Yeah, Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, yeah Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, she will, she will Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now She will, she will, she will Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, she will, she will [Busta Rhymes] Go ‘head shawty you can put it on me Smelling sweeter than the cleanest home lavender potpourri She eager just to be alone and do it all for me Mommy working like she tryna take all of this dough from me Yeah, I let her go and get her bread and think about how much she know she f-ckin with the realest nigga Thats why I think she threw the p-ssy at me Til this funny nigga need to be an octopus to carry all this money She looked at me and said “lets get it cracking boo” I wanna f-ck you while you make this music I be dancing to Discreetly she imaginin’ a nigga hurting it For niggling while regulating bitches she be workin’ wit’ The way I murder shit you should call a doctor or should call the cops F-ck a car, my helicopters in the parking lot Shut it, and while you hoping it could fit Do a somersault and land on that good dick [Drake] She just started to pop it for a nigga And look back and tell me “baby, its real” And I say I aint doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal And she bad, so maybe she won’t Uh, but shit than again maybe she will Yeah, Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, yeah Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, she will, she will Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now She will, she will, she will Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, she will, she will [Lil Wayne] Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that p-ssy for me” Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me And you could take that to the bank and deposit that Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine Eat her til she cry, call that “wine and dine” Try to check me and I’mma have ‘em checkin’ pulses They say chose wisely, thats why I was chosen Rocking like asphalt, its the cash fault Looked in the face of death and took it’s mask off Now I like my house big and my grass soft I like my girl face South and her ass North But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit Now hop up on my dick and do a full split! [Drake - Chorus]

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Lil Wayne ft Drake & Rick Ross – She Will (Remix)

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 04:10:50 +0000

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1] I tell her “now goin pop that pussy for a real nigga I already know that life is deep but I still dig her Niggas is jealous but really I couldn’t care less I’m in hell’s kitchen with an apron and a hair net Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness So on my Libra scale, I’m weighing sins and forgiveness What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet I tried to pay attention but attention paid me Haters can’t see me, nose bleed seats And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap I rock to the beat of my drumset I’ve been at the top for a while and I aint jump yet But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit Now jump up on that dick and do a full split [Drake] She just started to pop it for a nigga And look back and tell me “baby, its real” And I say I aint doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal And she bad, so maybe she won’t Uh, but shit than again maybe she will Yeah, Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, yeah Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, she will, she will Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now She will, she will, she will Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, she will, she will [Lil Wayne] Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that p-ssy for me” Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me And you could take that to the bank and deposit that Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine Eat her til she cry, call that “wine and dine” Try to check me and I’mma have ‘em checkin’ pulses They say chose wisely, thats why I was chosen Rocking like asphalt, its the cash fault Looked in the face of death and took it’s mask off Now I like my house big and my grass soft I like my girl face South and her ass North But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit Now hop up on my dick and do a full split! [Drake - Chorus] [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Pandemonium, she cause that Toss it up, and I stuff ‘em where her draws at That’s on everything like feets that’s on my floor mats Red bottoms, spikes on ‘em, that’s yo stacks Speakin’ Spanish while she tannin’, body no fat Shawty body body got me on my 4th stack Pink champagne, order more yak Rollin’ airplanes, where I land at? I levitate over numbers you niggas never make The Columbians callin’, I tell ‘em “perate” Every summer I celebrate with a new estate Let’s get the f-ck out this club, call it the great escape She wrap her lips ’round a nigga, just like a chinchilla Crap table Bellagio, I’m a big tipper My life a stage I need her just to stand on it Everyday she look back, I toss a band on it

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Lil Wayne – Nightmares Of The Bottom Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 04:07:08 +0000

Sleepin’ at the top, nightmares of the bottom Everybody wanna be fly til you swat ‘em But who am I to talk? I ain’t shittin’ roses We in in the same picture but we all got different poses I’m looking in my rear view, I see the world in it I try to slow down, and I get rear ended Pause! Like a red light, I’m dead right! Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights? They say “you don’t know what you’re doing till you stop doing it” Well call me clueless cause I do this Attention all shooters, I’m a shooting star Life is a course and I’mma shoot for Par I’m searching for today instead I found tomorrow And I put that shit right back like I’ll see what I find tomorrow Young Money CMR, I’m Blood like a scar I’m Weezy F baby and the F aint for “Flaw” It’s like I have it all But I don’t have to worry Married to the money, a true love story Only God can judge me, I don’t need a jury Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security Back to my journey, that bullshit don’t concern me I knew I was going to jail I would have f-cked my attorney If you sleeping on me, than I hope you toss and turning I’m so cold I’m hypothermic, ask yo girl she will confirm it Yeah, Now what we doing with it You keep opening ya grill, I’m barbecuing with it I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it Some say this shit is a joke well I hope they get it Ok, I’m walking on needles, sticking to the point Yeah the streets is talking, I’m familiar with the voice I’m a gangsta by choice I hope my son’s choose wiser And don’t call me sir, call me survivor Yeah And I aint doing nothin’ but getting my share Breathin’ this air If Miss Rochelle told me she gon keep me in her prayers So I’m feeling alright I’m tryna stay aware And if you wanna trip than I’mma meet ya there To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer I’m tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear Weezy F baby and the F aint for fear Uhhh

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Lil Wayne – She Will Lyrics (ft Drake)

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 04:05:25 +0000

Young Money [Lil Wayne - Verse 1] I tell her “now goin pop that pussy for a real nigga I already know that life is deep but I still dig her Niggas is jealous but really I couldn’t care less I’m in hell’s kitchen with an apron and a hair net Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness So on my Libra scale, I’m weighing sins and forgiveness What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet I tried to pay attention but attention paid me Haters can’t see me, nose bleed seats And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap I rock to the beat of my drumset I’ve been at the top for a while and I aint jump yet But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit Now jump up on that dick and do a full split [Drake] She just started to pop it for a nigga And look back and tell me “baby, its real” And I say I aint doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal And she bad, so maybe she won’t Uh, but shit than again maybe she will Yeah, Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, yeah Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, she will, she will Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now She will, she will, she will Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, she will, she will [Lil Wayne] Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that p-ssy for me” Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me And you could take that to the bank and deposit that Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine Eat her til she cry, call that “wine and dine” Try to check me and I’mma have ‘em checkin’ pulses They say chose wisely, thats why I was chosen Rocking like asphalt, its the cash fault Looked in the face of death and took it’s mask off Now I like my house big and my grass soft I like my girl face South and her ass North But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit Now hop up on my dick and do a full split! [Drake - Chorus] She just started to pop it for a nigga And look back and tell me “baby, its real” And I say I aint doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal And she bad, so maybe she won’t Uh, but shit than again maybe she will Yeah, Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, yeah Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, she will, she will Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now She will, she will, she will Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, she will, she will (Ladies and gentleman, Drizzy…) [Drake - Chorus] She just started to pop it for a nigga And look back and tell me “baby, its real” And I say I aint doubt you for a second I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal And she bad, so maybe she won’t Uh, but shit than again maybe she will Yeah, Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, yeah Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, she will, she will Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now She will, she will, she will Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now She will, she will, she will

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Fabolous feat. Red Cafe & Trey Songz – Sicker Than Yo Average Lyrics

IHHM — Mon, 29 Aug 2011 04:00:55 +0000

[Hook] (Huh, sicker than ya average) Sicker than yo average (sicker than ya average) Sicker than yo average (sicker than ya average) [Fabolous - Verse 1] Ha ha, sicker than yo average Oh you think you hot I’ll come through quicker than a maverick Shut ya heat down, you’ll quickly be embarrassed Come through where you live, flick it up like Dallas Stick to living savage, I’ll stick to living lavish Picking up a bad bitch, the chick look like my ad-libs (niiice) She calling me Fab Pitt, you can be my Jolie Swing big sticks, shorty you can be my goalie You ask too many questions, yo, you can be the police You know what time it is girl, you can see my Rolie My car like a hospital, with the windows tinted cause You can’t see me but you know a sick nigga in it right [Hook] (Ha, sicker than ya average) Sicker than yo average (sicker than ya average) Sicker than yo average (sicker than ya average) Sicker than yo average (Ha, ha, sicker than ya average) Sicker than yo average Nigga working hard just to have it Tell you like I told my last bitch Sicker than yo, sicker than yo, sicker than yo Sicker than yo average [Red Cafe - Verse 2] Sicker than yo average Euro gang crazy, I’m in the sickest fabrics High every day like I’m living in the attic Psycho, psycho, my living room padded I’m sicker than magic, oh Stuntin’ in the sickest air max, oh Now I’m finna pose for the flashes, hoe Still I put it down in the mattress So make that girl the opposite of Go-Go Go, go, dippin’ from behind doing the sickest blue jays and I aint talking Toronto Sicker than yo average, there he go, the finisher Sick hot, 200 degrees, check the temperature [Hook]

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