Dj Khaled - I Don't See 'Em Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled ft. Birdman, Ace Hood and 2 Chainz - I Don't See 'Em Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[Hook: 2Chainz]
If I stand next to ice, then I'm camouflaged
If I stand next to lights, then I'm camouflaged
My future's so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads
I don't see you broads, I don't see you broads
I don't see you broads, I don't see you broads
My future's so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads

[Verse 1: 2Chainz]
I'm criminal minded, winter coat climate
Cold. Fucking up your sinus, bitches might
Choke, I'm giving them the heimlich, I'm a
Pimp in my own fucking rhyming, you my side bitch
UGH... Two chainz, two pinky rings
I like to play with Lucille's: B.B. King
You don't fuck with us, we don't really fuck with y'all
Stunna bought some Yatchs, We in the ocean playing bumper cars
Pocket full of money, bitch, and my crew eating
Got a nigga shining like a brand new nickel
Plated pistol, this's my last shot
Just left the dealership and the cashed out

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Black shades, gold chain, and a Versace scarf...
Swear you haters couldn't see me if I glowed in the dark...
What it be like nigga? What it look like ho?
Still shining a nigga, two chains looking like it's lightning doe...
No love for you bustas, keep on steady stuntin'
Mo' bottles of Rosé, yeah you know who run it...
Thousand dollar shades on, all gold frames
Mister Fuck-your-bitch-and-leave-her, that's my code name
I'm blowing money in this bitch, I think I'm Birdman
Trapping ain't dead, getting money like the bird man
Bad bitches, whole lotta ass
Make you famous in this bitch soon as the camera flash...

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Birdman]
In the kitchen and we cooking up that raw hog
Dry when shining, I'm a movie star
Open up the bank bitch, bring em large
Flip em and we bust em, then we ship em off....
Perpetrating'll get your head bust
A hundred million, 'll get you dope flush...
A new Bentley, you get a ho rush...
Big money shit, we popping cause we came up
Hella choppers, on them new thangs
Big yachts, brand new wings
Them hoes yapping, cause they know the frame
Cardinal, Ten Carats on my pinky ring...


[End]
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Eminem Ft. Dr Dre, 50 Cent,Jay-Z - Syllables Lyrics

Lyrics : Eminem Feat. Dr Dre, 50 Cent & Jay-Z - Syllables Lyrics
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[start]


If we gotta dumb down our style and ABC it
then so be it
cause nowadays these kids, jeer us
don’t give a shit bout lyrics
all they wanna hear is a beat and thats it
long as they can go to the club and get blitz
pick up some chicks and get some digits
and the DJ’s playing them hits
oh this my jam, this my sh-t
we dont know a word to a verse,
all we know is the chorus
cause the chorus repeats the same four words for us
and the songs ginormous, the whole formula’s switched
cause we don’t know anymore, what are hits
is it the beat, is it the rap
is it a finger snap or the same 808 clap
and how do we adapt and get TRL votes
when 13 year olds control the remote
and Ashley’s got a brand new nose
we gotta put some new em-phasis on our syllables

If the emphasis on the compact disc isn’t the beat
than I’m gon feature EM and get rich
and let Dre mix the shit and drive off in the Range Ro
cause everywhere I go they love the bling bling flow
bang bang look at the way my chain glow
the ring on my fing’ cost Jermaine a lot of dough, oh
the f-ck am I busting my brain for?
its just the way the game go, it takes 2 to tango
you call this a lame flow
you bought the shit
I guess you to blame too
I just felt the angle
no more reality flow
I’m tryna time my album drop with a reality show
cock the Mac 11 in front of Hot 97
and call my publicist tell her we impressed heaven
no one gives a shit except for kids who just got into sex on the internet
so you want the chat room or the house of Malibu Em?
Your emphasis is on the wrong Syllable

They said 30′s the new 20
funny, must mean 40′s the new 30
interesting cause ever since then it’s been innocence
an extension for veteran rappers that are better than half
of the shit coming out right now
its all trash
the torch is gonna burn out before it gets passed
Jay said it’s his last and 50 and Em
then what? Detox drops what we got then
so now our whole camps running around scrambling over what to do
gambling everytime we put a record out
just looking for that hook

Wait Dre look
Shorty I love you
and you love me too
we were meant to be cause shorty
you love me
and I love you too
and I promise I’ll be true to you....

Go shorty its your birthday
you made it just in time to hear my wordplay
its the kid who flip flows
used to flip O’s
and run G for days
used to see how I get hoes
I’m international, I get my dick licked round the globe
I’m sick right into show, riding on lolo’s
puffing on coco, my bitch in Manolo’s
don’t f-ck with the dodo’s, I sling for dumb hoes
I playing, I aint got time to joke, joke
you f-ck around, you could get your ass smoked
look, its not a game, me B, I aint playing
beep behind me player, so you here anyway
you don’t hear what I’m saying
me fin-nini-na
fee-fee-diddee-ya
just give me my check and I’ll be on my way
sunny bunny money and funny
you aint even listening and I just took your money

There once was a time everywhere he turned
shady aftermath was all ya heard
but they say 50 sang too much
and Em got soft
and they say Dre just fell the f-ck off
well f-ck the f-ck offs
all y’all eat soft, be mad, we bad fresh up outta the vault, oh!
new syllables eat ball, ya f-cks off’s
your house, your bitch I’m getting sucked off
East, south, midwest, even up north
falling victim to wax, spitting, bring out the white chalk
all for the gingerbread, we get it and get lost
catch me if you can, I’m running while y’all walk

Shady made me for bringing it back
for the history of rap
it’s gone with a snap, a sneer and a clap
what happened to just spittin about living in the muthaf-cking city you at
in the grimiest condition, I breath in drama
King Mathers and Cashme, thats freak karma
I’m everything, anything, you could never be
its a hitting, rhyme in the month deep.
I speak with a piece, no peace on my mind
I repeat every evil deed done of mine.
no rest contest, contract to sign.
by blood I’m in this squad for life
hear out my wind pipes and I just chime
I’m the reason you guys won’t say that line
I’m crazy renegade like Em and Jay-z
I’m Rosemary’s baby...

Shorty I love you
and you love me too
we were meant to be cause shorty...
you love me
and I love you too
and I promise I’ll be true to you...

It is not about lyrics anymore,
It is not about lyrics anymore
its about a hot beat, a hot beat
its about a hot beat, a hot beat
a hot hot hot beat
and a catchy hook
a hot hot hot beat
and a catchy hook
nobody gives a damn about them syllables, sillyle-ables, whatever they are
I don’t care if you gotta rhyme smo, joe, toe and glow
now get out there and sell some God-damn records...


[End]
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50 Cent : Sunday Morning Lyrics

Lyrics : 50 Cent  - Sunday Morning
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[start]


[Chorus]
Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning

[Verse 1]
I make so many mistakes, so many corrections
I'm so far from perfect, so many imperfections
But I'm a go getta, I get up and go get it
So if you're preaching prosperity, I wanna hear it
I make the hood look good, turn the base into base line
Punch lines to white lines, run from the one time
My verse is like a graphic scene, close your eyes
Now you seen the dope fiend lean
And you seen the pimp pimp hoes
The 4-4 blow and niggas puff dro
Like there's no tomorrow
Hit that pass that, that's the motto
You know jail's like vacation for my friends
They go away, come home and do the same shit again
You think I'm bad, man they don't give a fuck
They trying do what they gotta do to get a buck

[Chorus]
Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning

[Verse 2]
I take the line out the good book an eye for an eye
Shoot me I shoot you back, I don't care if you die
First the sun comes down, then the sun goes up
And the coke price too when the Ds make a bust
It's freeze nigga, get the fuck on the wall and
Everything you worked for, they come to take it all..
Man it's like they don't know what they taking..
Hit you with the tazer, I'll have you sizzling like bacon.
When you pray say a prayer for me, a nigga could use it
Through my pain there's a piece of me in all of my music
Go head you can judge me, I'm hoping you love me...
I see I got it mastered, muh muh muh magic
Hocus pocus keep the bitches focused
Before we pop up on that ass with toasters
Lord forgive me I'm regressing again
Forgive me for that line and the rest of my sins...

[Chorus]
Me, I ain't got to send a usher around with baskets or talk to a choir
But nigga I'm cleaner than your motherfucking preacher on sunday morning..
Me, I run the streets all week, hustle hard, I do work to get by
But bet I be the cleanest motherfucking in the service on sunday morning...


[End]
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50 Cent : When It All Goes Down lyrics

Lyrics :50 Cent - When It All Goes Down
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[start]


It go down, It go down, It go down
It go down, It go down
It go down, It go down, It go down
It go down, It go down

When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history
I bet I make history

When it all goes down, and the cops come round
That murder’s a mystery
That murder’s a mystery

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
It’s that gangsta shit, it sound stupid don’t it
Feel like Fifty, Flocka and Gucci on it
Move grams of this, move O’s of that
Move the muthaf-cking bricks, where the money at
Bitches scared huh, p-ssy, hold ya strength
When the beat pop off no controlling that
You wan’ call the cops
Run call the cops
Look n-gga we don’t care if they comin’ or not
Got the pump in the trunk, n-gga biting a lot
One buck shot clear the whole block
Had this bitch taped off make it so hot
N-gga with a 12 gauge I’m a sure shot
Call it shell shock when ya ass drop
Get it shakin’ like a muthaf-ckin’ rattle n-gga
Go ‘head f-ckin’ with me and be a casualty
You think a n-gga bullshittin, then come and see.

When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history
I bet I make history

When it all goes down, and the cops come round
That murder’s a mystery
That murder’s a mystery

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
Now while you waitin’, all debatin’
Shouldn’t you n-ggas be retaliatin’
We laughin bout it, you cryin damn
Hit ya muthaf-ckin’ homie when his gun jam
His chest red, his back red
Man, that n-gga there damn near dead
He coughin’, he weezin’
Man that n-gga finna stop breathin’
His momma there, his daddy there
Hit him by the Escalade, get a caddy there
His shines on him, his dimes on him
Had hoes all in the club grindin’ on him
N-ggas talkin’ bout it, keep talkin’ bout it
Cause they know n-gga don’t give a f-ck
Quit talkin’ bout it, for you talkin’ bout it
When the muthaf-ckin pigs show up....

When it all goes down, and the clips run out
I bet I make history.
I bet I make history.

When it all goes down, and the cops come round
That murder’s a mystery.
That murder’s a mystery.


[End]
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50 Cent : 6 Out Of 6 Lyrics

Lyrics : 50 Cent - 6 Out Of 6 Lyrics
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[start]


I guess this is 6 out of 6 muthaf-ckers

[Hook]
Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
You running, I'm coming to get you boy
You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
Times running out, I'ma get ya boy

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
I threw a b-boy style, bullet wound in my smile
That beef I cook it, n-ggas I gets down
Call it what you want, the clip, the ladder, banana
I bet when I squeeze it, n-ggas scatter
The hoes, thats a whole different story
Find out the baby aint mine, right there on Maury
Me I make the whip fishtail, trunk full of fishscale
Raw market itself, sucka the shit sell
Thats 36 o's of love, give me kiss, give me love
Get to talking in codes, the phones bugged
This Ferrari I get to the green, half man, hald machine
*Tu, tu, tu* I'm on ya head with the beam
So focused ferocious, I shoot ya pretty ass out them Gucci loafers
You're f-cking with the wrong one
The strong one that God gave the gift
Stop the hater shit, you wanna make it
Why would you be mad I dun made it bitch

[Hook]
Tell me how do you want it, the knife or the razor
You running, I'm coming to get you boy
You can hide if you want but nothing can save ya
Times running out, I'ma get ya boy
(Freeway)
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
Get get gully, g-g-get gully
We get gully and we get money
Them schemin' ass chicks can't get shit from me

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
Rain drops from heaven the angels cryin'
It's raining outside, envision my gun firin'
Red and white flashes, the police coming
N-gga you aint hittin' none, why the f-ck are you running
I make your momma wish your ass was a stillborn
When that eagle get to chirping on the front lawn
Where's teh love, I don't know but here's the snub
Sucker barrel swallow the slug, die like a thug
You know it's really not worth it
To f-ck with me, you'd rather tongue kiss the serpent
Don't cry we all die
It's just a matter of time
N-gga one shot from the nine will shatter your spine
Uh, the last of my breed, criminal tendancies inside of an emcee
F-ck around I will line you
Run from me, I will find you
Forgot I'm nice, I will remind you...

[Hook]

[50 Cent]
One, two, fifty coming for you
Three, four, better lock ya door
Five, six, grab ya crucifix
Seven, eight, don't stay up late
The monsters back
Yeah, I need a target
So I can smash their head
I'M NICE!!

[End]

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50 Cent & David Guetta - Bullshit & Party Lyrics

[start]

"Bullshit & Party"
(with David Guetta)

[50 Cent - Chorus]
All we do is bullshit and party then bullshit some more
All we do is bullshit then party around the globe on world tour
That’s that bullshit, let’s party
That’s that bullshit, let’s party

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Look bitch its 50, you know its hot
number one on the billboard spot
You must be high saying it’s not
You must be drunk, you must be drunk
I got Guetta going ghetto now
I suggest you don’t fuck around
Everybody know how I get down, you know how I get down

[50 Cent - Chorus]
All we do is bullshit and party then bullshit some more
All we do is bullshit then party around the globe on world tour
That’s that bullshit, let’s party
That’s that bullshit, let’s party

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
Man I get the club jumping, yea it’s nothing
I do this all the time
Now bartender bring 10 bottles I’m ballin’ out of my mind
Wait the bitches on me, bitch get off me
You fucking up the flo’ you got the go
Don’t trip, don’t trip, this that certified rich nigga shit

Sound like a tech over techno (It’s on)
From New York its sexual (It’s on)
Give it yo you from the get go (It’s on)
Every position (It’s on)
Girl slow it down, matter of fact turn around
Back it up, break it down, you know how we get down

[50 Cent - Chorus]
All we do is bullshit and party then bullshit some more
All we do is bullshit then party around the globe on world tour
That’s that bullshit, let’s party
That’s that bullshit, let’s party

[50 Cent - Verse 3]
Till the sun come up, till we all fucked up, till the Champagne gone
This is celebration, till the music stop, and the lights come on
Till everybody gone, where’s everybody gone to?
To my house, it’s the after party, better grab somebody
Come and move your body, now let’s make a toast
To success, you’re my guest I’m your host, 50

Sound like a tech over techno (It’s on)
From New York its sexual (It’s on)
Give it yo you from the get go (It’s on)..
Every position (It’s on)..
Girl slow it down, matter of fact turn around
Back it up, break it down, you know how we get down.

[50 Cent - Chorus X2]
All we do is bullshit and party then bullshit some more
All we do is bullshit and party run the globe on world tour
That’s that bullshit, let’s party....
That’s that bullshit, let’s party....


[End]
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Right There Lyrics - Nicole Scherzinger Ft. 50 Cent

[start]

50, Nicole
It’s just another one
Another number one

[50 Cent - Rap Verse]

I’m complex, difficult to understand
I don’t know if it’s staged
It’s just to make a better man
I wanna it in the morning
Right early I want it
I rise as the sunrise
Baby now get up on it
Give to me good
Shawty work it like it should
You follow instructions
Then I follow instructions
The ultimate seduction
More kissing and touching
Feels super natural
First chance I’m at you

[Chorus]

Come here baby and be my baby
And be my baby oh oh oh
Come here baby put your hands on my body
Hands on my body oh oh oh
Right there keep it right there
I love when you put it right there oh oh oh!
Yeah yeah oh oh oh!
Yeah!

[Nicole - Verse 1]

Me like the way that you hold my body
Me like the way that you touch my body
Me like the way that you kiss my yeah yeah yeah yeah me like it
Me like the way that he put it on me
Me like the way that he push up on me
Me like the way that he goin’ down down down down down

No you never gonna let no girl take him from me
Never gonna let no girl steal him form me
Never gonna let the girl keep the close now
I tell’em eh eh don’t too close now

[Chorus]

Come here baby and be my baby
And be my baby oh oh oh
Come here baby put your hands on my body
Hands on my body oh oh oh
Right there keep it right there
I love when you put it right there oh oh oh
Yeah yeah oh oh oh
Yeah

[Nicole - Verse 2]

I like the way that you talk dirty
Don’t wash your mouth I I like it dirty
You like to please yeah I like that yeah yeah yeah yeah me like it
I like the way that you keep me coming
That yeah you so good you had me running
Me like the way that he goin’ down down down down down

No I ain’t never gonna let no girl take him form me
Never gonna let no girl steal him from me
Never gonna let the girl keep the close now
I tell’em eh eh don’t too close now

[Chorus]

Come here baby and be my baby
And be my baby oh oh oh
Come here baby put your hands on my body
Hands on my body oh oh oh
Right there keep it right there
I love when you put it right there oh oh oh
Yeah yeah oh oh oh
Yeah

[50 Cent - Rap Verse]

I like it when you freaky
I’m freaky
I’ll explore your body completely
Til you feel like you need me
Chest to chest
I reckon I get to kiss you in neck
Come correct to make a sweat
It’s making us wet
Say my name, say my name
Positions we change
I ain’t joking girl, I’m stroking
I ain’t playing no games
Jackpot, backshot
Still roughly taken
My pleasure is pleasing you
You should feel the same too

[Bridge]

Do we know how to work it?
You got that got that
Put it on you work it
You got that got that
Do you feel good for your let down good for you yeah
He got that got that
All my girls if you mad put it down let me hear you say yeah
All my girls if you mad put it down let me hear you say yeah
Do we work that like you like that?
When you got up on that you do you right back?
Say yeah all my girls say yeah!

[Chorus]

Come here baby and be my baby
And be my baby oh oh oh
Come here baby put your hands on my body
Hands on my body oh oh oh
Right there keep it right there
I love when you put it right there oh oh oh!
Yeah yeah oh oh oh!
Yeah!

[End]
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50 Cent - Im On It Lyrics

[start]

[Chorus]
I’m on it, I-I I’m on it.
I blow a hundred million, make another hundred mill bitch
I’m on it, I-I I’m on it.
I hustle hard, oh my God.
Look at me I’m so rich
I’m on it, I-I I’m on it
My swag on a hundred, Yeah that fly shit I want it quick
I’m on it, I-I I’m on it
I’m always on point man I make niggas so sick...

[Verse 1]
I’m chin chillin, crystal spillin’
Hip hop’s villain cause I’m makin’ a killin’
Niggas wan’ try me, I’m strapped with the lammy
If Jay’s illuminati, What am I? Am I Bugatti?
Ladi dodi, we like to party...
Big 4 in the morning, go outside and catch a body
I ball full time nigga this is not a hobby
If you don’t know about me, better ask somebody
Yeah, I’m grimey, my wrist so shiny
My Audemar I blew a mill, I’m back to making money
My swag make her want me
Why else would she be on me
I bet she hardly want me? I think she want to blow
Lick me like a lolly, li-lick me like a lolly
Her ass ain't all that but her tits like dolly’s
Give me that punani, g-g-give me that punani
Now this is motivation make me want more money...

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
I got it, black card in my wallet
Find me on locations with model bitches?
Fly shit I rock it, Tom Ford, exotic
Bitches on my dick now that I moved up out the projects
One for the money, two for the show
I’m ghetto like a muthafucker, what you didn’t know?
Took threes for my niggas gettin’ 8 hundred an O
Kush burn slow, I b-burn dough and sip Merlot like I’m on furlow
Fr-fresh up out the pen, I’m back at it again
Thumpin’ like the system in my new big body benz...
Look I’m a Fat Joe, my neck glow
The lights hit the ice, its a special effects show
TInkle twinkle little star
No-one here knows who you are
Me I’m so big, notorious you dig
The paper’s no problem when ya fucking with tha kid...

[End]
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50 Cent - Love Hate Love Lyrics

[start]

[50 Cent - Verse 1]
Its the same shit, feel like a nigga having flashbacks
I might have crack in my ass crack
Back to that rubber handle, 38 special vandal
Play Godfather bitch, you get dead like Marlon Brando
These bars hit harder than hard times
My flow'll make a lifer wanna stare at the sunshine
I'll bring a bitch, you bring a bitch
Lets switch, I'ma swing hit ya face with a pillow case filled with mop wringers
Penitentiary style, big monster swag
Bitch, I got so many tricks make me go in my bag
Yeah niggas keep saying I'm back
It's a fact ya shaken like ya ass got parkinsons, relax, confused
Acting like a white boy bored
Now you wanna jump a flight of stairs on a skateboard
Nigga, why the f-ck ya pants so tight?
You tryna show niggas your ass, your alternative life
I'm hungry like I aint ate, I lost weight
On a highway its worth more outta state, I'm raw like Cypress
I could just kill a man
Blow from Mexico's cartels…

[Chorus]
Hate it or love it
They love me then hate me then love me again
Bitch I don't pretend, p-ssy I aint your friend
I done told you over and over again
You can hate it or love it, hate it or love it
They love me then hate me then love me again
Bitch I don't pretend, p-ssy I aint your friend
I done told you over and over again
You can hate it or love it, hate it or love it...

[50 Cent - Verse 2]
I wore green, emeralds and my watch face drippin
Nigga aint no safe safe when I start trippin
I might call my next LP Death of the weirdo?
I'm high, check my altitude, I'm lounging in the Lear home
Feel a buzz, a little coolaid and Codeine
I say getting your ass whipped is a sure thing
It aint safe in the war, the war I'm playing my shark tank
On the trip to the mall, made your bitch ass plank
I touched more p-ssy than maxipads
Now Detox can be your little rap rehab
Bitch just a second visit from the repo man
And you can't afford your monthlys, I mean God damn
Man, you aint worth your shoes you standing in
When I party I bring a bitch to bring the cannon in
You said you was gonna see me when your homie got shot
It's been a while so I'm guessing you must've forgot
Once again you gorget, aint this some shit
You forgot about me bitch I wrote your hits
You know "how we do", "hate it or love it" and nigga fuck it I'm special
Thats why your ass say my verse.

[End]
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50 Cent - Non Stop lyrics

[start]

[Verse 1]
You n***as won’t believe I got the shooters to your shot
You think you’re built for bumpin’ heads with me well n???a you’re not
This’ll be the last time I try to f-cking warn you
Next time your ass out of line, b-tch I’m on you
N***a that security you got ain’t getting paid
Enough to take some bullets or that 6 6 blade
You f-cking hesitate you gon need first aid
My blade’ll turn a line man into a feather weight
Who me? I wanna warn you muthaf-ckers ain’t seen nothing like me
Still looking for a ? and my wrist so icy
I tell the homies these n***as is full, eat ‘em
They coming out the awards wearing their good clothes, need ‘em
Take it off, tell that sucker “take it off”
They ain’t come up how we came up, man they niggas so soft
Half man half dog man my n***as sense fear
Brought ‘em here in a Lear to take your Audemere

[Hook]
Nigga round the clock non stop
Niggas is hungry on my block
I’m from south side n***a where the gangstas play
Make one false move and you’re blown away
I make it so hot n***a my block
Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
I’m from south side n***a where the gangstas play
Make one false move and get blown away

[Verse 2]
Don’t get coffee with me p-ssy I told you before
It’s outlaw, lawless I f-ck you up regardless
N***as say they be work in I wanna see what they saying
Put that work in without a mans, bring me that n***a, chain him
ATL BET we can AR in the park
Make the parking lot sound like an Iraq bar
Feel the mood change when I step through the door
Go head make me f-ck you up that’s what we came here for
Gym star, carve you up nice
Have so much fun I wanna do it twice
That’s my b-tch on the pole
You tipping she’s stripping
I’m known for tripping
I just slapped the clip in
599 Ferrari state dipping
Cash getting, brick flipping
Straight clip in, good ghetto living
Big better vision
Bigger plans for a bigger bed to get in

[Hook]
N***a round the clock non stop
N***as is hungry on my block
I’m from south side n???a where the gangstas play
Make one false move and you’re blown away
I make it so hot n***a my block
Seventeen clip filled up with nine shots
I’m from south side n***a where the gangstas play
Make one false move and get blown away

[Outro]
Yeah, ya’ll see me laying low, I got so much sh?? to say
I’m a play, we gon spar from now to the fight
You understand how this goes down right?
You seen this movie before, this a rerun...
‘Fore what we call it? We call it Get Rich Or Die Trying
Huh, D12 n***as that time
Nah nah nah, we call it the massacre.
We did 10 million that time
What we gonna call it?
Huh!

[End]
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Hot Rod Ft. 50 Cent - Hot Girl (Remix) Lyrics

[start]

[2x chorus]
'Cause she's a hot girl
She make me wanna make me wanna say
'Cause she's a hot girl
She make me wanna make me wanna say

Now she's my prada girl and I'm a gucci mane
She's my freaky girl, no she don't' play no games
She got her money right, top down, late night
She got a hair down louie hells dress tight
She got a lot of friendes they're rollin Benz's
Don't' fuck with nothing but don't take a buns alisted
I bet the kisses taste so delicious
Next time I see her I'm going on a mission
She just walked up in the club
Now she's doing the thing upon the dance floor
Now all of these niggas is coming up to her runnin their game
But she don't em' hear no.

2x chorus:
'Cause she's a hot girl
She make me wanna make me wanna say.
'Cause she's a hot girl
She make me wanna make me wanna say.


Now just break it down baby, break break it down baby
Shake it down baby, shake shake it down baby
Now Hop in my mercedes, don't want to be my lady
We can take it back to the mid 80's
They get mad when we show up every time that we roll up in the
room.
'Cause we shut this shit down
Cause u mad when we show every time that we're rollin up in the
room cause we shut this shit down
She just walked up in the club
Now she's doing the thing upon the dance floor
Now all of these niggas is coming up to runnin their game
But she don't hear no....

[2x chorus:]
'Cause she's a hot girl.

[End]
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50 Cent – Definition Of Sexy Lyrics

[start]

eah, yeah, yeah, yeah !
Oh, uh, uhu, uhu, whoa !

She make me want it, want it
On a late night, all in the morning, morning
I wanna be where she wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I’m fin to push her upon me, upon me
Yeah, let her know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

Seduction, I’m stuck when
She get that bad in her eyes
She walk the thick and her thighs is perfect
It’s worth it
I do what I got to get it
I ain’t tripping shit I’m really awkward
Put it down when I hit it
She’ll be so happy she did it
I bet she’ll never forget it
In bed, I’m like a wizard
Sort of a wizard you wanna visit over and over again
Her body’s a map, I’m the guide
I’m just here to show her
How I get to that G spot,
Non stop, tic tac, time fly, hella fun
No lie, oh I know I , can give her what she need
Slow mo or high speed, ecstasy …need

She make me want it, want it
On a late night, all in the morning, morning
I wanna be where she wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me
I’m fin to push her upon me, upon me
Yeah, let her know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me

You can hear us from the next room when we go at it
I studied her addiction, she got a habit, she gotta have it
I’m always on my job, I work it nice and hard
I mean I work it how she want
She my homie lover friend
And she might just bring her other friend
Feel the rush adrenaline, will make a nigga head spin
I say just keep it simple baby, we ain’t to complicate it
If you and it and I want it, maybe we should have it
Baby we got one life to live, it’s precious the time we share
Now call me when you’re in need
Baby girl I’ll be there
For showing me, you can confide, I’m a rider 24/7 ready to crash in....

She make me want it, want it
On a late night, all in the morning, morning
I wanna be where she wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me.
I’m fin to push her upon me, upon me.
Yeah, let her know that I want it, want it
She wanna be where I wanna be
She is the definition of sexy to me.

[End]
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New Day Lyrics - 50 Cent ft. Dr. Dre & Alicia Keys

[start]
50 Cent feat. Dr. Dre & Alicia Keys - New Day lyrics

[Intro]
It don’t take much strength to pull a trigger
But try to get up every morning day after day and work for a living
Let’s see ‘em try that
Then we’ll see who’s the real tough guy
The working man is a tough guy

[Hook - Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say
Ay it’s a new day, it’s a new day
World is gettin’ ready, everybody’s ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye

[Dr Dre - Verse 1]
I woke up this morning thinking ’bout the old me
When I was feeling like, miller light and OE
But now I ride on some conscious shit
I’m getting bread while I toast to my accomplishments
Only one I can have a problem with is myself
It’s probably why my only competition is myself
From today to the morning
The Doctor just rock to the same drum
Fuck the past, forgot where I came from
I got the club rockin’, uh
I got your girl jockin, uh
Me and Fif’ still in this bitch
We going the distance with you party people come’on

[Hook - Alicia Keys]
Party people say, party people say
Aye it’s a new day, it’s a new day
World is gettin’ ready, everybody’s ready, yeah!
For a new day, for a new day, celebrate and say
A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Aye !

[50 Cent]
Now you can get your knees on the Church floor break it better
Or push the door on the liquor store, see where it get ya
But me I got to be on top
I said me I get to be on top
I got the street on lock
I’m on automatic pilot
Aint nobody stopping me
Growing up in poverty aint filled my heart with larceny
Niggas ride out on high, I dump to get ‘em offa me
I’m a leader, natural born boss of me
They from Bel Air, I’m from the bottom
Soon as I spot ‘em I get to drop ‘em
I got ‘em I cut my piece and I dot ‘em
It’s dinner time when the 9 come out
It’s off the chain off, offa the brain move
Bang, off with ya brain

[Hook - Alicia Keys]

[Bridge]
Clocks on the wall
It’s now or never at all
I’m gonna give it my all, oh-oooh!
Whether I rise or fall, oh-oooh!

[50 Cent]
True story I said I’d get rich or die trying
I did it, good luck sucker, tryna stop my shine
Nothing matters but the music
Music my first love
We paper chasin’, I’m always coming in first cuz
I’m built for it, see I’m better under pressure
I react like a maniac when I’m coming to get ya
I got to win, Em’ watch and Dre watch and my son watching...
Fuck that, losing aint an option
I’m sharp I’m on point
The ink from my ballpoint
Throwing out my pain
I’m back on my A-game
I’m focused, for me this is just another victory.
Except that I’m stronger than an ox now mentally.

[End]
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Tyga Ft. 2 Chainz - Do My Dance Lyrics

[start]

[hook]
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick

[tyga: verse 1]
lamborghini, you dont even see me
bad bitch no bikini taking shots of henny
order calamari said she want the fettucine
five star bitches my bitches dont eat at denny’s
running city, you run a lap trying get with me
im all in her red skin, like i played for washington
im 5’8′ but 6’10, my dick stand like superman
shawty lean that bitch
shawty lean dat bitch
meals cause im hot
trigger finger keep that pu$$y wet
bills in my fish
shawty she gonna dance on my dick
meals cause im hot
trigger finger keep that pu$$y wet
bills in my fish
shawty she gonna dance on my dick

[hook]
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick

[2 chainz: verse 1]
she got her booty cheeks on my loui sheets
she can do it on the poll but can she do it on me?
her flexin ass, let me see you flex dat ass
i don’t call i just text dat ass and buy fresher bag
python, all gold no ice on
nothing but shaved pu$$y in my iphone
and this right here a no fly zone, and your not us so dont try hoe
i buy cars, i buy homes, my antidote for my katapulpe
im unthrew their, vanz shoes this a new pair
chains on this two pair
make your girl buy new hair
boy that pu$$y out… like new gear hoe...

[hook]
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick

[tyga: verse 2]
uh f-ck yeah bitch, through it back don’t be scared of it
uh f-ck yeah bitch, through it back don’t be scared of it
uh f-ck yeah bitch, through it back don’t be scared of it
uh f-ck yeah bitch, through it back don’t be scared of it

throw it back
throw it back
throw it back
dont be scared of it..

[hook]
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your dick, uh you know you love this shit.
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick.
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick.
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick.
do my dance on your chick, uh you know she loves the dick.

[End]
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Wiz Khalifa Ft. 2 Chainz - It’s Nothin Lyrics

[start]

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Count another grip, smoke another zip
Yet them young niggas tell it I be on my shit
Make a hundred k, spend it all today
What can I say, my DNA is Givenchy
What my swag is, retarded
What I’m driving, Ferrari
What I’m rocking, Armani, Gianni Versace, huh
Fuck around and I’ll buy one of you broke niggas
My change, insane
My chain, oh that thing !

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
It’s nothing, It’s nothing [x8]
Stackin’ cheese till my bread right
Smokin’ weed till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I’mma spend all my bread like
It’s nothing, It’s nothing [x4]
Stackin’ cheese till my bread right
Smokin’ trees till my head right
Did it all on my own so, I’mma spend all my bread like
It’s nothing, It’s nothing [x4]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
You niggas chasin’ money I’m on top of it
If it ain’t money don’t know what the topic is
Don’t come out till next year that mean I’m rockin’ it...
Order thirty-seven bottles call it poppin’ shit.
Goddamn, what you on?
A private plane, fuck you on
Party in south of France when it’s cold
Used to rock all that old shit till it got old.

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
My hair longer than your girl
Go shawty it’s your world.
Sub-zero flow, when I spit, I see snow flurries.
Scarface, all out
All I want in this world
I mean all I want for lunch, is a blunt, and your girl.
It ain’t nothin’ to me but it’s somethin’ to you
Count money like it’s somethin’ to do
Summer time I’m like fuck the roof, winter time I’m in ‘Lo boots...
And uh, it’s nothin’
I like being high because it’s a better view
And, I told your ho my chain so cold it’s on Theraflu.

[End]
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Birthday Song Lyrics - 2 Chainz Ft. Kanye West

[start]
2 Chainz Feat Kanye West - Birthday Song lyrics
[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah
Birthday, it’s your birthday
If I die bury me inside that Louie store

[Hook: 2 Chainz]
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with this shit up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
When I die, bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die, bury me inside the Louie store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl
All I want for my birthday is a big booty girl

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
She got a big booty so I call her Big Booty
Scrr Scrr, Wrists moving, cookin’ to it
I’m in the kitchen, yams everywhere
Just made a jugg I got bands everywhere
You the realest nigga breathin’ if I hold my breath
Referee, with the whistle, hold his tech
Extendo clip, extendo roll
When your girl leave me she need a hair salon
Hair weave killer, goin’ on a trapathon
See I done have more bars than Pakistan
bomb, bomb, and a bomb
She ?, I’m ballin’ you in will call
When I die, bury me inside the jewelry store
When I die, bury me inside the Truey store
True to my religion, true everything I’m too different
So when I die, bury me next to 2 bitches

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Kanye West]
Ah, Yeezy Yeezy how you doing huh?
It’s my birthday, I deserve to be greedy huh?
She holding out, she ain’t givin’ to the needy huh?
You go downstairs and fall asleep with the T.V on
Ya’ll been together ten years, you deserve a menaj
‘Specially if you put that BMW in the garage
‘Specially if you paid a couple payments on her mamma crib
Weren’t you at niece’s graduation? Man, I hate those kids
Last birthday, she got you a new sweater
Put it on, give her a kiss, and tell her, “Do better”
She said, “How ’bout I get you jewelry from the Weston?”
How ’bout she hit the West End and get her best friend?
I’m jokin’, I’m just serious, I asked her
Don’t be actin’ like no actress, if we preachin’ then we practice
Don’t be reachin’, don’t be touchin’ shit
We in Kanye West’s benz, cause I will turn you back to a pedestrian

[Hook]

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz (Kanye West)]
It’s your birthday, it’s your birthday
Bad bitches contest, you in first place
You in first place, you in first place
Bad bitches contest, you in first place
I show up with a check to your work place
(Then hand the valet the keys to the Mercy)
Tell the DJ play your song, this shit come on
(What I’m seein’ from the back I can’t front on)
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
When I die, bury me inside the booty club
Get it good, get it good, get it get it good
I might switch it up and get you good.

[Hook]

[Outro: 2 Chainz (Kanye West)]
Deuce and Ye
We like Snoop and Dre
And this your birthday, baby?
You deserve a coupe today
(You in first place, you in first place)
(Bad bitches contest you in first place!)

[End]
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50 Cent Ft. Kidd Kidd - OJ Lyrics

[start]

50 Cent:

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
I'm killin these b*tches

Kidd Kidd:

I’m smoking up my lungs,
This liquor drowning my liver
I’m now using these prescriptions, these pancakes now full of syrup
Mayweather all contenders, I eat each rappers for dinner
Put these ratting ass n*ggas in a sewer; Master Splinter
Sound like my phone is bugged, give a n*gga the jitters
I don’t give a fuck, tell the pigs to kiss my shitter
Yeah I’m kind of thinner but Goddam you’re jeans are slimmer
I don’t want you round my children, you look like a sex offender
Planet of the apes, I’m a G Unit gorilla
All these rappers claim they killers
Proly sue you when you hit them
See I’m not what you used to
I aint soo woo, I aint crippin’
I’m a rider gang n*gga
We gonn get it where we fit it

50 Cent: [x2]

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
I'm killin these b*tches

50 Cent:

Got a new b*tch that’s so bad
Yeah she don’t know what she doin’
And her ass so round and fat
When she touch me I’m like boooing!
I won’t hit and I won’t tell
So I don’t wanna flip a coin
I don’t kiss it, I don’t tell
So her close friend she can join
They don’t call me from the pens
That’s to see how things are going
So the money, it still flowing
Get a rider gang, it’s still glowing
And my neck and my wrist,
And my ears and my fist
Got diamonds all over shit glowing
And the Lambo ain’t got no top
It aint summer yet but it’s hot
You gon lose the speech when you hit the streets
And you see the b*tches I got
You better believe it’s real
From the Philippines to Brazil
Lil Mexican chica, I want you to meet her
People can give it to you pure
100% uncut, now n*gga you know wassup

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
I'm killin these b*tches...
.
Kidd Kidd:

MJG, b*tch I got them 8 balls
4 door garage, bitch I need 8 cars
They want me locked up
They singing like Akon
Her shatter, like a ? on
Bitch my life right and you n*ggas dead wrong
I would take your head on so you can see me head on
I’m gettin’ my air blown, you know what her head on
She got my head gone, shit I’m bout to head home
That’s my destination
Still street, never handed in my resignation
Ding dong, I’m at your doorbell waiting
Who tryna get served, I’m ’bout to do some catering...

50 Cent:

Put on my O.J. gloves and watch me kill this shit
Beat the case then come home and go back from doing some different shit
I’m pulling off a O.J, off, off a O.J.
I'm killin these b*tches.

[End]
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Ciara Feat. 2 Chainz - Sweat Lyrics

[start]

Sweat, aha! Sweat!
..cause the boys in the back getting my dough
…trying to get in, that’s…
Turn up, I’m going in,
I show you how to move to my tempo
Yeah, I know you like this tempo
You know what you’ve been for
I’m about to give you that hint for

Chorus: (x2)
If let me in your head, what you…
Try to see you sweat, what you…
Aha! Yeah! Aha sweat!

I could teach you a lot of cool shit
Never met a girl that could this
That… got you off work
But I’mma put you in my movie
You like it, I lose it
All in your mind, don’t lose it
That bum bum, so bum bum
You’re saying…
I show you how to move to my tempo
Yeah, I know you like this tempo
You know what you’ve been for
I’m about to give you that hint for

Chorus: (x2)
If let me in your head, what you…
Try to see you sweat, what you…
Aha! Yeah! Aha sweat!!

You gonna learn the day, you gonna earn the day
I’ll be in the scope like aftermath
Get on the Rose, do it the wrong way
Might do foreplay after six
They ask me how I’m doing, and I tell them I’m very blessed
And I… chest to chest
It’s pheromones, nobody…
Carry on on my shoulders
LV the logo, make your… get down…
Truck that I …
Big stone I …that, don’t act right, I’m gonna … back...

Chorus: (x2)
If let me in your head, what you…
Try to see you sweat, what you…
Aha! Yeah! Aha sweat!
Hold on, hold on, hold....

Chorus: (x2)
You let me in your head, what you…
Try to see you sweat, what you…
Aha! Yeah! Aha sweat!
Sweat, sweat, sweat.

[End]
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Wiz Khalifa Ft. 50 Cent - Telescope Lyrics

[start]

[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Your flow a diamond does it
My flow you gotta love it
My city hot as fuck and
Came from the bottom of it
But not a product of it
Bitch all my rides accustomed
Smoking my ganja public
I'm all about that money
Dress like everyday sunny
Rolling weed like a Marley
Smile like everything funny
But this industry shady
Most these niggas are crazy
Most of them quick to lose they soul, no if or a maybe
These nudies what I'm wearing
The truth is what you're hearing
The bong is what I'm clearing
The kush is overbearing
Ferrari's what I'm steering
I'm smoking while I'm driving
Keep looking in the mirror
Make sure no ones behind us
Cause niggas get jealous when your bank start to swell up
So much that people at the bank start to tell us
You need to have somebody bank for you fellas

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Look at me, Look at me, Look at me
Look at them and look at me
Look at them and look at me



[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I paint a perfect picture, a perfect portrait
Poverty, robbery killa be kills psychology
I shine just me and my nine
I screw niggas head and clock sharp and like this Columbine
Guess I'm one of a kind
I see you niggas soft when a shell hit your face that hit your weight
That flip your coffin
Bitch get to walkin', this sabrina's orphan
I'm like the virus, the 38, the pop cyrus
Warriors are victorious
Come out to play, I mean right away
Shit found the gunner...
Imperior money drawers
Outdoor nigga breaking county laws
It's hard bottom line
Tie money for some time
Eight p while you up
Kush smoke back, cope
Push the dope, cut dope, so what..
I cut throat and fuck hoes
So I ain't gotta say it's time to go
She already know for sure when it's time to go..

[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Look at me, Look at me, Look at me
Look at them and look at me
Look at me, Look at me, Look at me
Look at them and look at me.

[End]
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Dj Drama Feat 2 Chainz, Meek Mill, Jeremih - My Moment Lyrics

[start]

[DJ Drama]
You see I been waiting
Waiting on that time
Feel me if you been waiting on yours
That moment…Is close

[Hook: Jeremih]
Tired of living day to day like everything is alright
Just waiting on that moment
Waiting on my moment

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Old dude met mom it was on
Then he named me over a phone, prison term
Live and learn, sippin’ syrup with my vision blurred
Take this cup of reality, niggas finna err
When you start from the bottom you can see the top
So when you get to it, don’t let ‘em see the spot
Next thing you know you lookin’ for a rent sign
Upper echelon, bitch we skip line...
I remember reminiscing in the kitchen like
I wonder when the Braves gon’ win it
I wonder when the Falcons gon’ get here
Pyrex vison, made more than I ever made with DTP this year...

[Hook: Jeremih]
Tired of livin’ day to day like everything is alright
Every night just one thing on my mind
Just waiting on that moment...
Waiting on my moment...
You say how you got that shit, hell
Next time thats mine
Long as I stay hustlin im gon’ shine
Just waiting on that moment
Waiting on my moment...

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Just waiting on my moment
Bad hoes I’m shownin
Time came and I owned it
Just like Lebron James and start ballin
When I touch the block I cracked the block
When I pulled up in that musty drop
With that roof off and my shoes off !
On you bitch niggas, RuPaul...
Real nigga in my hood, who errbody gon’ root for
They see my come from that bottom
Where errbody get bout it
They told me get em, I got em
Now Im here nigga like yeah nigga
Just Rolls Royce and Bugattis
And m4 this year nigga
If I dont grind, I dont shine
If I dont shine, then I don’ eat
Won’t eat, then Ima starve
If ima starve, I pull heat
On all yall bitch ass niggas
All yall rich azz niggas
Cuz if I don’ make no money nigga
I’m gon’ take yo money nigga...

[Hook: Jeremih]

[Verse 3: Jeremih]
Since life ain’t promised tomorrow
Live it up live it up live it up
Here before it come this far
Give it up give it up give it up
“I won’t” give it up give it up give up
Until I have it all, YEAH!

[End]
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