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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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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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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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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Don’t Bring Me Down Lyrics - 2 Chainz

[start]

The night is young
(The night is young)
Come and go with me
(Come and go with me)
Up in the sky
(Up in the sky)
Is where you wanna be.
Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me down.
Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me down.
Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me down.

(Verse 1:)
What goes up must come down
And if I stay down, then I don’t come up
Life a bitch, I got my had on the but,
Foot on the clutch
On my new wonder, smokin’ a blunt.
Tired of all sililaquez, service squeeze
Still use a triple B for insominity
And please, if bein’ broke is your disease
I took a test and passed and nigga I’m clean.
Promethazine poured in the 2 liter
Got my gorillas with me, and I’m the zookeeper
See, you ain’t seen it all until you’ve seen it all
If life a movie you never know when it might pause.

[Hook:]
The night is young
(The night is young)
Come and go with me
(Come and go with me)
Up in the sky
(Up in the sky)
Is where you wanna be.
Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me down.
Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me down.
Don’t bring me down, don’t bring me down.

[End]
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Kanye West, Big Sean, Pusha T, 2 Chainz - Mercy Lyrics

[start]

[Intro: Fuzzy Jones]
Well! It is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth
It is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth
When it comes to my sound which is the champion sound, believe!

[Hook]
Okay, Lamborghini Mercy, your chick, she so thirsty (Swerve)
I'm in that two seat Lambo with your girl, she tryna jerk me (Swerve)

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Drop it to the floor, make that ass shake
Whoa, make the ground move, that's an ass quake
Built a house up on that ass, that's an ass state
Roll my weed on it, that's an ass tray
Say Ye, say Ye, don't we do this every day-day? (Huh!)
I work them long nights, long nights to get a pay day (Huh!)
Finally got paid, now I need shade and a vacay
(And niggas still hating) so much hate I need an AK
Now we out in Paris, yeah I'm Perriering
White girls politicking that's that Sarah Palin
Gettin' high, Californicating
I give her that D, cause that's where I was born and raised in...

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
Yeah, it's prime time, my top back, this pimp game, ho
I'm red leather, this cocaine, I'm Rick James, ho
I'm bill droppin', Ms. Pacman, this pill popping-ass, ho
I'm poppin' too, these blue dolphins need two coffins
All she want is some heel money, all she need is some bill money
He take his time, he counts it out, I weighs it up, that's real money
Check the neck, check the wrist, them heads turnin', that's exorcist
My Audemar like Mardi Gras, that's Swiss time and that's excellence
Two-door preference, roof gone, George Jefferson
That white frost on that pound cake so your Duncan Hines is irrelevant
Lambo, Murcie-lago, she go wherever I go, wherever we go, we do it pronto...

[Hook]

[Interlude: Fuzzy Jones]
Well, it is a weeping and a mourning and a gnashing of teeth in the dancehall
And who no have teeth gwan rub pon them gums cause
When time it comes to my sound, which is the champion sound
The bugle has blown fi many times, and it still have one more time left
Cause the amount of stripe weh deh pon our shoulder...

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
Let the suicide doors up
I threw suicides on the tour bus
I threw suicides on the private jet
You know what that mean, I'm fly to death
I step in Def Jam building like I'm the shit
Tell 'em, "Give me fifty million or I'mma quit"
Most rappers taste level ain't at my waist level
Turn up the bass 'til it's up-in-your-face level
Don't do no press but I get the most press, kid
Plus, yo my bitch make your bitch look like Precious
Something about Mary, she gone off that Molly
Now the whole party is melted like Dali
Now everybody is movin' they body
Don't sell me apartment, I'll move in the lobby
Niggas is loiterin' just to feel important
You gon' see lawyers and niggas in Jordans...

[Verse 4: 2 Chainz]
Ok, now ketchup to my campaign, coupe the color of mayonnaise
I'm drunk and high at the same time, drinkin' champagne on the airplane
Spit rounds like the gun range, beat it up like Rampage
100 bands, cut your girl, now your girl need a bandaid
Grade A, A1, chain the color of Akon
Black diamonds, backpack rhymin, co-signed by Louis Vuitton (Yup!)
Horsepower, horsepower, all this Polo on I got horsepower
Pound of this cost four thousand, I make it rain, she want more showers
Rain pourin', all my cars is foreign
All my broads is foreign, money tall like Jordan...
[End]

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Nicki Minaj Feat. 2 Chainz - Beez In The Trap Lyrics

[start]

(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
X2

(Verse 1)
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

(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
[X2]

(Verse 2: 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!

(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
[X2]

(Hook 2)
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...

(Hook)
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.

(Hook 2)
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
[X2]
[End]

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