Dj Khaled - B-Boyz Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled ft. Birdman, Mack Maine, Kendrick Lamar & Ace Hood - B-Boyz Lyrics
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[start]


[Verse 1: Kendrick Lamar]
Talk about it, make 'em talk about
Life to me is currency, prosperity, I got it
And your life to me is lifeless, like its livin' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nigga play your part or parallel park your ego, next to me and violence
Next to me is definitely no one, I'm one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it, or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'Lac, with a mac in the back of the 'Lac
With a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump, in the back, 'till he's off balance
And I'm back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I'm in the back in the back of the block with a cop, wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block, he watch for the block or whatever
And cut, no cut, more guns, more guts, fuck boy, you fucked up twice, you fuck, consider you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish, back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of Jesus, we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bitches, TDE, YMCMB business, bitch

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Okay nigga riding in a May-be, and I'm probably with baby
Dont talk nigga fuck you pay me, intercept your bitch like Bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bitch drive
Need a new save money getting too high, dead presidents all in my Levis
Boy I swear this nigga be swagging, and I'm living lavish
Might cop me an Aston, Martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bitch and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do Berg, my fuckin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nigga, got a lot of flows
Any nigga don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control

[Verse 3: Birdman]
Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it
Third Ward soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nigga, flame on the Bugatti
Christian Louboutin, Chanel for my models
Higher than Bugatti nigga, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on them 24's
Junior doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing time ho

[Interlude: Mack Maine]
Ya know!
The time is money and money still was made baby
Eight months ain't stop nothing nigga
It's like jail was third base and my lil' nigga still came home, ya understand

[Verse 4: Mack Maine]
I'm from the hood where bitches hold coke in they baby diapers...
That's why when the babies grow up damn they be like us..
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers...
Man I'm so happy my lil' brother came home from Rikers
Shout out to BP, Thugga, Flow and Fail Boy...
My flow Lucifer, I spit hell boy...
My heart numb, ain't no pain I can't withstand
And I hold my niggas down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bitch fam...
Lil' nigga finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on Earl and Red porch
To cruising through the streets of Miami in a red Porsche
Me and Stunna fly, we should join the Air Force
Stand up niggas, the fuck you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking God I'm in a whole 'nother tax bracket...


[End]
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Dj Khaled - Aktion Pak Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled - Aktion Pak Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[Intro:]
Seh dem ago diss who
Seh dem ago diss me
Chatty mouth dat man
Dem bad like me
A chat dem a chat
Yap dem a yap

[Hook:]
Gullyside wi a action pak
Wi no cuss cuss wi no wear frock
Gullyside wi a action pak

[Verse:]
Tell dem anything a anything
Any deejay Hennessy, any focal chemistry
Fi rise against di god is a deadly sin
Mi a go a foreign an mi naan come back
Mi have di house pon di hill dem seh mi cyan don dat
Mi no listen dutty teeth pon di street dem love chat
Any missa man violate mi done chat
Mama tell mi seh son please keep yo calma
Am getting older mi cyan tek di drama
Mi memba who sell mi out dem naan go see
Mi si death round di corner mi hot like Botswana
Mi ash like a ginger mi coulda never rest
Mi have a sticky finger
Mi no gal mi no carry pretty finger
Mi style mek dem duck and chick through window
Am ready now, who did a chat

[Hook:]
Gullyside wi a action pak
Wi no lip lip wi no parrot
Gullyside wi a action pak
Am ready now, di gullyside full a action pak
Wi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come back
Right now wi a action pak

[Verse:]
Well any day dem think dem can diss mi
Mi mek Jamaica a fi re write history
Mi new style hot up dem head like a Frisbee
Mi fire furnace turn up cuz mi fans dem miss mi
Mi so serious now dont even smile at me own
No deal in cotton paper clashing is fa olds
Diamonds an gold am at the south pole
Am touching yo girl and wrap her in my lui fury coat

[Hook:]
Gullyside wi a action pak
Wi no lip lip wi no parrot
Gullyside wi a action pak
Am ready now, di gullyside full a action pak
Wi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come back
Right now wi a action pak

[Verse:]
Fi rise against di god is a deadly sin
Mi a go a foreign an mi naan come back
Mi have di house pon di hill dem seh mi cyan don dat
Mi no listen dutty teeth pon di street dem love chat
Any missa man violate mi done chat
Mama tell mi seh son please keep yo calma...
Am getting older mi cyan tek di drama
Mi memba who sell mi out dem naan go see...
Mi si death round di corner mi hot like Botswana
Mi ash like a ginger mi coulda never rest
Mi have a sticky finger
Mi no gal mi no carry pretty finger
Mi style mek dem duck and chick through window
Am ready now, who did a chat...

[Hook:]
Gullyside wi a action pak
Wi no lip lip wi no parrot
Gullyside wi a action pak
Am ready now, di gullyside full a action pak
Wi no beat round di bush, no go weh an come back
Right now wi a action pak...


[End]
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Dj Khaled - Don't Get Me Started Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled - Don't Get Me Started Lyrics
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[start]


You don’t want to get me started ho
You don’t want to get me started ho
Ace Hood
We the best, YMCMB

[Hook: Ace Hood]
My nigga fuck what you say, my niggas all for the cake
Was on the block every night, was on the block every day
I do this shit for my fam, you do this shit for the fame
I kept it real from the joint and that’s just how I remain
Don’t get me started, don’t get me started
My nigga, my nigga don’t get me started, don’t get me started
My niggas go real as they go so hard, so dumb retarded
Cause a nigga wanna think it’s sweet then try me
Don’t get me started, don’t get me started

[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ok now clique full of niggas with tempers
Clique full of niggas and killas
When they cut me I don’t pay them
With the two them nigga eyes remember
I’m the same lil nigga from the block ho
And I drive still walk with the Glock on
I’m about that cream, guaplage on
Don’t get me started up ho
I come to whip in the Phantom
Y’all niggas really can’t stand it
Them hoes really be jocking
Diamonds that got them watching
Say Ace ain’t getting’ no money
Pussy, I beg your pardon
You don’t wanna get me started
You don’t wanna see how I’m ballin’
Ok ok, what it look like?
Well that good thing got and it’s good night
With a bad bitch, she’s so thick
She rolling, I know this
And her neck gon' froze, better know that
Act up, I smell like a Kodak
And these niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas
These niggas these niggas won’t hold back

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Ok them pussy niggas be hating
Focus on what I’m making
Came through in tha Phantom
Them pussy niggas can’t take it
Spit big bread on my chain
Still on stroke with your main
I’m rich nigga like yea nigga
They hoping I stay the same
They say I changed when I got fame...
Bitch niggas, they complain...
Flat black in that 2 door
Nigga must think he Bruce Wayne
I’m like damn hood what it be like?
Hold 'em down as your knee lights...
New bitch like every day
Swear to God you won’t see her twice...
That purple that got me leaning
They don’t wanna get me started...
Come on this hook, no phonics
Introduce this shit and go retarded...
Chopper in the trunk in case your mood swing
Extended clips that’s standing tall; two chain...


[End]
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Dj Khaled - Outro (They Don't Want War) Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled ft. ace hood - Outro (They Don't Want War) Lyrics
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[start]


[Waitress:]
Guan guan Mista Khaled
What you want today, the regular?
[DJ Khaled:]
Nah, give me the steamed fish
With some white rice
And give me a champaigne cola
And give me some water with some lemon on it
You feel me?

[Waitress:]
Alright there, no problem
So what your friend want?

[Ace:]
Nah I'm good

[Waitress:]
Alright then, me soon come back

(Waitress giving the order to the chef)
[DJ Khaled:]
So check this out right
It's all about the money
It's always about the power
It's always about the respect
Straight up
I don't see 'em

[Waitress:]
Yo Khaled der be some thugs out to the pre
I don't know if you want me get dem out side
I pray

[DJ Khaled:]
Hey yo check this out right
You tell 'em to come through bring them to me
And let them know they have a choice
Everyone has a choice

[DJ Khaled:]
Heard them people seeking problems with the Godfather
Shockers keep them llama get your head trauma
Pussy boys rather see me dead, mama
Instead I'm in that Maybach texting William Roberts
Riding through the city with my hammer close
Pray to Allah that this trick does not have bash results
Self made all it took was faith and lots of hope
Understand this the realest shit I ever wrote.
Arab from the middle east Jerusalem....
Duplicate me will never be I'm hot as Lucifer
Palestine mastermind, rowie face, bezels shine
Smoking good, counting paper, tryin' to dodge the Babylon
Yeah, I'm well respected and that's on any block
Talk about the gutter you just pray to make it out
Puffing ganja with them wassels with them dreadlocks
Cracking lots with them mobsters get your dog shot
I'm fucking molding, foreign without an owner
Motherfucking neighbours bought the whole corner
Bought the whole block, stuntin' on you fuck boys
We the best of all, gotta get that young boy
Gotta let me get 'em.
Nah Ace, they don't want war.
Just let me get 'em.
Nah Ace, they don't want war.
I got 'em, I got 'em.
Nah Ace, they don't want war.
Cause that's that shit we came for...

[DJ Khaled:]
Steamed fish was amazing, matter of fact
Let me get some jerk chicken to go...
Grabbed me one of them lemon pie theories
And let me get some of them cash you theories too
And give me another champaingne cola...
But let me ask you a question
What happened to them people asking about me
You supposed to bring them to me...

[Waitress:]
Dey no sai mistar Khaled
Dey say me one thang one dat you
It let those take their next chance
And dem boi just
And just cut, gone, cut...

[Outro:]
Hahahaha, I always told my dogs everyone got a choice
Everyone, kiss the ring....


[End]
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Dj Khaled - Suicidal Thoughts lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled ft. Mavado - Suicidal Thoughts lyrics
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[start]


Ahhhh haaa !
Pass the Guiness
Yahhh!
Gully Gad, from Kingston
Yahh yahh!
We the best music

So suicidal, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist
So suicidal, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist

So mi say be careful a di road dem weh yuh walk
Some a carry drugs and some a dem have dutty heart
Chat in front yuh face, dem wah fi kill you when you pass
You dem woulda lost
So it's best if you nuh talk
Am on another level like a Noah wid dah Ark
Am mi nuh fair di devil with the fork
Touch Gullyside guns smoke and guns bark
All a mi enimies dead off

So suicial, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist
So suicial, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist

Every street, every block
Gullyside and a me...
Tell dem we the best is just a family
From Kingston, Jamaica to Miami
We taking over, lead mek dem falla we
Sing this...
Every Gangsta pon dem corner
A some di marijuana.....
Far as dem eyes can see...
Mi a di real thing...
From New York to California
To Arizona dem haffi set we free
Old Gangalee...
God if you with me
Show the light just let me know
Light just let me know
You know, hands in the sky if you with me
It's the gullyside life you know
You now... you know...

So suicidal, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist
So suicidal, first dem ever see this
Gangsta for life, the realist....


[End]
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Dj Khaled - Don't Pay 4 It lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled feat. Wale, Tyga, Mack Maine and Kirko Bangz - Don't Pay 4 It lyrics
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[start]


[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
Man I'm too playa for that
Too many bitches in the world right now
That'll fuck around and pray for that
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
I don't pay for no pussy
I won't pay for no pussy
And I ain't buyin' no Gucci
Say I ain't trying to pay for it
I'm a motherfucking G
And I should make these bitches pay me
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
Hell naw man I'm too throwed
Niggas stay getting shows
Make a lot of money, never trick to these hoes

[Verse 1: Wale]
Pay for that, not me, no hell
Y'all the one that bring the c-notes out
This is K.O.D., now they wait on me
Cause if I do not arrive, there wouldn't be no show
Wale, Wale
Hear you talking, but I cannot stay
Chicks evolve but I cannot stay
I spit the raw, I leave a gay bitch, late
Turn your date to a lake, turn your 8 to a great
Turn a nine to a damn! without paying for the date
Throw the bait, ain't no John
You done broke the safe just to get those broads
You been playing the Uno but you getting no drawers
And I poke her face and let her hold no cards
I ain't even tripping, or paying these women
Got plenty fish in that ocean and my rod game is so vicious
And my sharp show is at 4: 15, can I use the rip in 5: 15
Now I 62 cause I get the loot, and she's gon' kiss the ring but no wedding

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Tyga]
Clap that ass, bitch, turn up
Nigga kill the pussy, call it murder
Swerve in the Murcielago
Me without a foreign car, man that's unheard of
In the Maybach, king with my feet up
Curtains drawn, bitch scream when you see us
High give me lead up, work toward nigga
2500 for the sneakers, dope ass nigga, no beeper
I was 16 with a Beamer
Glock with the watch on Aquafina
Niggas going, hyena
Getting pussy posted up at the deener
Now we pull up, post in Medinas
With light-skinned bitch like Gina
Aston, Martin
Man I'm motherfucking cold like Kesha
Stop signs, Simon says
We don't give a fuck, we run them
Like Tommy Young, been barely men
Man broke niggas, we don't live with them
I don't fuck around, I just fuck her friends
Got eagle doors on that brand new Benz
And a threesome with two twenty twins
I'm rich, bitch....

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
(Bitch I'm Mack Ma-I-I-I-ine)
Trick what? Lace who?
Baby girl, that ain't what Maine do
Before I chase you, I replace you
Before I break you off, I'm a break you
Matter of fact, fuck you
Got a hundred chicks on my tour bus...
Asian chicks, they adore us...
I'm feeling like the nigga on the chorus
(Got this drank in my cup...
And I'm 'bout to roll up).
Man this bitch talking too much, dawg
(I done came down, hold up)
Heard a nigga say pimping was dead
I showed them my watch and corrected them quick like, "Nah, niggas you're scared"
Now go get you some bread....
See it's...
(Money over bitches, and bread over bed
Tell a bitch that I know Khaled, and she take it to the head)
Shit
Shit, one go to store for me
Got another one that's trying to ho for me
Hopefully, she bring more hoes to me
And reverse the game and make em bring dough to me...


[End]
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Dj Khaled - I Don't See 'Em Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled ft. Birdman, Ace Hood and 2 Chainz - I Don't See 'Em Lyrics
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[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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Dj Khaled - I Did It For My Dawgz Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill, French Montana and Jadakiss - I Did It For My Dawgz Lyrics
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[start]


[Hook]
I did it for my dawgs (I did it for my dawgs) [x8]
Oh Lord!

[Rick Ross]
Hundred in the mula got more diamonds than a jeewler
Top down on the car, might be riding with a shooter
Nigga down to do ya, I aint fucking with a curl bar
Nickle plated ruger have you in a box on Worldstar
Duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga
Where I’m from you call the fuck nigga
Pistol in the freezer, spend a kilo on the visa
Courtside sportscenter, I can make you a believer
Everybody going broke, keep it real, you gotta fight it
Hundred kilo’s in the beemer, boy don’t make me get excited
Couple milli on the neck like I’m tryna get indicted
Got a mansion, got a yacht, bad bitch and a tiger
Real niggas, taking over televisions
Dope boys riding in a new set of benzes
Hot boy, Young boy, still on fire
What’s a death sentence cause we all gotta die

[Hook]

[Meek Mill]
Sittin’ on them M’s, mad shit is gettin realer
Got my hood looking like [?]
Buying all these foreigns I be in and out the dealer
Just to let my niggas hold on when they rollin, it could kill ‘em
And these suckas, I don’t feel ‘em
I don’t even see ‘em
I’mma die fly, Rest in Peace Aaliyah
Half my dawgs dead, the rest of them is here
If all your jewels fake, how the fuck we gon believe ya
Said I did it for my dawgs, did it for my dawgs
Everybody ridin’ till you sit ‘em in the morgue
Started with a [?] now I’m sittin’ in a Porsche
With the shooters right behind me
Shit, you looking at a boss
Rose gold rolie on my wrist, flawless
Hundred bottles send ‘em to the vip, ballin’
Basketball leather in the Benz, Spalding
Ya’ll niggas talking, fuck is yall retarded?

[Hook]

[French Montana]
I did it for my dawgs
Did it for them niggas with a vision like a boss
Did it for them niggas in the kitchen with the salt
Now I’m in that white thing, 500 horses for my niggas in the [?]
But got bikes in my hand and a drop head Rolly
Staring at the ceiling when I wake up in the morning
My dawg doing life, try to see him ‘fore he hit the coffin’
Play with my paper, run up in your offices
It’s the ’012 Ice Cube nigga with the Raider hat
A maniac nigga, where the paper at
Highway to life, need a hundred mill exit
50 on the wrist, hundred on the necklace

[Hook]

[Jadakiss - Verse 4]
Yo, watch who you drinking with...
Watch who you smoking with...
1.7 in my safe when I open it (cash)
If I put 7 in ya face, will I open it
And I know tomorrow aint promised but I hope it is....
Love to get acquanted with you...
Stay and tear the jail up...
Did it for my dawgs so I had to put the bails up
Get them thangs off so I haven’t put the scales up
Treat you like a pit, get ya ears and ya tail cut
Choppas still hot, you can hold it for yourself
Versace, same buckle on the loafers and the belt
Yeh the pills is flying but the smokers is something else
If the spot catch fire, the coke will just really melt
The dough got ‘em bringing in the broads
Obvious the flow got ‘em screaming for the lord
If there’s money on ya head what you think is the reward?
I aint do it for myself, you know who I did it for?


[End]
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Dj Khaled - Hip Hop lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled feat. Scarface, Nas & DJ Premier - Hip Hop lyrics
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[start]


[Intro: DJ Khaled]
This shit’s special
This shit’s special
DJ Khaled!

[Verse 1: Scarface]
And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her
She left me stranded in my nightmares
Taking pictures of my memories she right there
Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep
Always on my mind so I can’t sleep
She used to tell me she was all mine
Now the only way I see the broad is online
I’m doing drugs trying to feel you
I’m killing me trying to kill you
I built my whole life around you
I thought I found it all when I found her
Shopping sprees on whatever coast
How’d you really feel, I may never know
And as I ride through these streets
With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the sweets, I..
Realise, some things never change
Once in love and it’s gone you don’t look at it the same man
Fuck love, cause she don’t live here
I’m soaked in blood but I’m still here
Hip Hop heartbreaks, straight-laced, deep bass, 808s plus the mixtapes
Got a nigga feeling like I up and left ya
Get away now you all in the lectures
Being studied by the college’s professors
Now I regret the day I met ya
I’ll be the first one to say it
She ain’t the one you want to play with
I fucked Hip Hop

[Verse 2: Nas]
And if I cry two tears for her
That would be the most that I can give to her
I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr Dre, O’Shea
And a host of those who passed away
Today I’m Drake, I’m Wayne, 2 Chainz
You say you wanna rap, to this bitch you must commit
Then you’re a slave to your grave, you won’t get out, you cannot quit
She menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warm
But the Source to her heart is love, word up, right on
You know how girls are, she love when you licking on her World Star
Kissing on her belly, trick on her and onyx
Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic
But she’s the object of my affections, God’s essence, God bless her
She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings, made some friends resent me
For writing about my life, they thought I should have stayed quiet
She took me to places I would have never saw without her
And she took me from my girl powder...
I doubt I’ll ever be the same, hallowed be thy name.
Give me strength so I don’t do this dame like Orenthal James.
Brad warned me while driving this auburn Ferrari.
Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I’ll be sorry.
But I tried her, used to ride her, for dollars not the fame.
She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean.
She’s a middle-aged cougar, showing young’uns the dream.
Notice she wasn’t breathing for a second then I screamed.
“She’s dead!”, and everybody took it out on Nasty.
I was just looking out for my music family...
Wasn’t trying to claim her to myself, she’s yours.
You can have her she’s a muthafucking whore.
I fuck Hip Hop....

And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her...


[End]
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Dj Khaled - I'm So Blessed Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled ft. Big Sean, Wiz Khalifa, Ace Hood and T-Pain - I'm So Blessed Lyrics
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[start]


[Intro:]
Can nothing stop me now
Yeah
Dj Khaled
Yeah
Ohohoooo, no

[Hook:]
Man I'm so blessed (I'm so blessed)
I got the Lord on my shoulders
I'm alright (I'm alright)
I'm alright (I'm alright)
Ain't got no stress (Ain't got no stress)
My people with me they celebratin' the life
We livin' life (We livin' life)
Now sing it with me
If you've been working hard
If you believe in God
Sing it with me
Can nothing stop me now

[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Yea, yellin' fuck a 9 to 5 boi
Even if I gotta work from 9 to 9 boi
I'm self made, self paid and I got my city watching
They threw me in the game
I threw up numbers like an auction
'Cause I do it, do it, do it
Like it's no other option
Fat asses, big bottles
When I'm around they both get poppin'
I talk about girls and money
Too much I admit, way too much girls
Too much money, those 2 things that don't exist
And I think It's so impressive I'm riding in the back
Young and black 'cause I'm chauffeured and not 'cause I'm arrested
Getting richer every year, you can grasp up my progression
Got the finest with her shirt off and skirt off
Showing her blessings

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I wonder what the haters got to say now
They mad I'm on top of my game and they down
I'm always repping for my gang I stay down
Ain't gotta go back to my hood 'cause they 'round
And the niggas that's next to me it's all the niggas that stress with me
I done made it from the bottom and they say I did it on my own
So to me that's destiny
If anybody got a problem I just tell 'em to get on their grind
Try to to see as much checks as me
And my wife is a goddess my tree is the finest
A click full of real niggas that's just the one thing about us
They showin' us love, but I remember back then the niggas would doubt us
We used to go out but now when we go out all the people surround us
They screaming my name, I'm repping my city it's me who they proud of
So fuck what the lames about wouldn't me no game without us no game without us

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Been hated on, I been doubted
Been talked about and mistreated
Still put in the work that I needed
Now I'm living the things that I'm dreaming
Got my mama straight and my daughter good
And my team right 'cause we eating
Been broke before and now it's open doors......
I got the dopest flow and they seen it....
God keep away all them demons
Been patient dog I've been lenient
Been holding out I've been fiending
Long as God with me don't need 'em
When you winning everybody want a dap up...
Gettin' money now your friends wanna act up...
I don't really give a fuck I'm a go hard
No stress, couple cars in the front yard
We the best be the logo, getting money with a mogul...
Upgrade from the 2 to the 4 door
Top down so blast it, it's yolo
One time form the XO...
Ace Hood got these rap niggas petro
Fied No lie nigga day know
From the bottom to the top only Lord knows....


[End]
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Dj Khaled - They Ready Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled - They Ready Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[Verse 1: J. Cole]
And you know it don’t stop
Grindin round that clock
Masterminding my second album
My first album just dropped
Scored a touchdown on my first down
Niggas thought I was gon’ flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin cops
Ride around and take shots
Hennessy for my enemies
Niggas know I’m takin they spot
Cause that score up on the play clock
Show just how I came from way back
Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you niggas rappin like Aesop
Get a grip
Oh that’s your dream car? Nigga that’s my old whip
Oh that’s your dream girl? Nigga that’s my old bitch
Oh that’s your new flow? Nigga that’s my old shit!
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

[Hook: Cole]
One for the money, two for the show
Three for them hoes saying anything goes
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever
I been around the world, twice to be exact
Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever!

[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Shawty look what we got
My bass beat and it knock
Got the old school in my old school
Bout to post up on yo block
Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped
I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop
So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain’t slammin doors on they drop
Y’all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I’m not
So when it come to snappin’, Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y’all pop
You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album drop
Say that’s yo new car? Nigga that’s my old slab
Say that’s yo new bitch? Nigga that’s my old stab
Oh that’s yo new flow? That shit sound so trash
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas

[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Hol’ up, but don’t forget about Compton nigga...
One for the money, two for the show...
Three for No Limit and the rest for Death Row
That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wrote.
And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know.
I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow
And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that’s not the instrumental.
Now pick up my coat...
You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I’ll drag your ass to the floor
Bitch, I can admit, I’m a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is
Telling the doctor I’m sick, head doctor I’m needing your lips, yea
Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won’t ignore it,
Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that’s when I switch gears
Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh
The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp ’til I break it, uh
Bitch I’m demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it
DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain’t no challenge
Ain’t it...


[End]
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Dj Khaled - I Wish You Would Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled ft. Kanye West & Rick Ross- I Wish You Would Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[DJ Khaled]
I’m so serious!

[Kanye West]
One, two them boys coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, hide your bitch
(Ayo Yeezy, pop your shit)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They said, thou shall not be ill
Thou shall not feel
Thou should not be trill, not be drill, not be real
Niggas selling packs, niggas flipping pills
They got heroin and cracks, man these niggas high for real
Every year gon be our year
Every year gon be my year
These niggas really is out here
These niggas really is out here
The block is at war
Post traumatic stress
Ran up outta pills
Rob that CVS
Niggas getting bust over In God’s We Trust
We believe in God but do God believe in us
If we believe enough, will we ever get to know ‘im
That lean got us dozing, we forget that we the chosen
I’ve been poppin shit for too long
But still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Hook - Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
In the streets I hear ‘em hotter than the fucking devil
I wonder how I got a hundred in my fucking bezel
G5, make it rain, I can change the weather
We fly, them niggas lame, where your fucking cheddar?
Aim at your brain, AK be the fucking letters
Fuck niggas fall in alphabetical order
Frank Lucas fur, the cap run more than the quarter
I’m at the fight, ringside, right next to promoters
All my niggas still hustle consider ‘em roguish
I remember catching buses just bought me a Lotus
All your codes get decoded, know the niggas you quoting
Hunh, my corner will scorch ya
Somehow my flow is the coldest
Money, power, respect, the only thing’s truly important
Family first, Khaled we gotta stay focused
God Forgives and I don’t
Pussy niggas unnoticed

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga...
You see you got a couple cases, still look good nigga...
You see these niggas’ll try to play ya
Know how ya feel nigga
Eh yup, that’d be the day you wanna kill a nigga...
But you gon chill nigga
Just for your kids nigga
Cause now there’s kids doing grown man biz nigga...
You just got home nigga
You tryna live nigga
Me I don’t wanna do another 5 years nigga...
The boss is testing yo ass...
The feds’ll question yo ass...
They be drug testin’ yo ass...
And then they pray you don’t pass
And then you look in the sky
You got some questions to ask
With no response make you wanna grab the tech and the mac
Cause they’ve been poppin’ shit for too long
Still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us...


[End]
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Dj Khaled - Bitches & Bottles (Let's Get It Started) Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled ft. Lil Wayne, T.I. & Future - Bitches & Bottles (Let's Get It Started) Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


Let’s get it started, let’s go dumb and retarded
Let’s get high as we wanna, let’s go and burn up a forest
Better load up the cartridge, get the car it’s inside it
Let’s put some ice on your watches and designer on your body
Let’s order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let’s get it started

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I’m turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho
My neck rocky like Balboa, my watch official, it’s uncalled for
In the same regions on all floors, I got six sluts on all fours
They french kiss and say bonjour I got my own shine but I won’t show
I’m stupid rich got stupid bitches, who stupid thick in Louboutin
Don’t like me, fuck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then
Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame
I won’t entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and I run shit
Boy you tryin’ to get what I been here, headed down for like 10 years
I’m gettin’ it in til it’s unreal, let’s say one album, like ten mill
Plus my swag is stupid low IQ (gone) hurt nigga feelin’, I don’t try to
But when you ballin’ like I do, you know something nigga, don’t like you...

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
It’s Tunechi, you bitch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy
Sittin’ on like a hundred mil, I treat that shit like whoopie cushion
Ballin’ on them fuck niggas, they on the bench I bench press em’
They hating, from the sidelines, they pissed off, piss test em’
Man I’m on that lean, liquor for the bitches...
Whom fuckin’ wit me? all I hear is crickets...
I got stank up in my swisher, my bitch pussy smell like roses
She on that Molly, I’m on that Mary, I’m on that Mary like Joseph
Man I’m married to this shit, you can call it Shit Carter
Dick stay up like it got insomnia
All them niggas hatin, fuck ya in ya pussy
The best things in life are free, free my nigga Boosie, gone...


[End]
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Dj Khaled - Shout Out To The Real Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled ft. Meek Mill, Ace Hood and Plies - Shout Out To The Real Lyrics
Here comes the lyrics....

[start]


[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Free Boosie, real nigga
In the jail standing tall like Shaquille nigga
I used to say, "I know how you feel, nigga"
It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas
Had my hood hating now they came up
I don’t know if it’s the money or the fake stuff
Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked
Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up
Friends turn to foes when you're in a row
Model bitches turn to hoes cause a nigga froze
Got them people taking pictures, let a nigga pose
Cause I get paper reading scripts, you ain't getting shows
Poppin' bottles it sound like a mac-10
Better be soaked in it when I’m back in
I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston
And I ain’t got an album, man, I got these niggas falling off
I’m gone

[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Shout out to the real niggas (Salam)
And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)
I’m popping bottles with my real niggas
It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas

[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems, that banana type
Seen a millie, now it’s hard for me to sleep at night
I’m the type to flood the rollie like it's New Orleans
Bet that all my niggas ball like I’m Mr. Clean
From the bottom to the top, I made it out the gutter
I’m 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter
Used to run the streets, but now I’m running every summer
Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover
Feel like I'm jumping up out that phantom on my cocky ass
Know they hating, I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags
Still be with them pretty bitches, save for Stacy Dash
Plus my rollie cost me 80, that's gon' make 'em mad
Free my niggas locked, free my nigga caged
Fuck the system yeah you know we on the same page
Niggas love it when you're drowning in that water, dawg
Hate to see a nigga shining like some marmaro
Loyalty over royalty that’s my common law
We The Best: the logo, and I'm with my fucking boss
He just tell me murder niggas would think of Holocaust
Kill the hottest young'n in and what you niggas thought

[Hook x2]

[Verse 3: Plies]
They took a half of M nigga out the bank nigga!
If you want to whip 'em pussy nigga, blank nigga!
And I put that red dot right where you think nigga!
Hood nigga still wearing cuban linx nigga!
I’m on the ave. nigga riding in a cutlass
You that talking nigga, you know you a pussy
A real nigga, real life, no rap shit
And I can promise you this ain’t what you want, bitch
Dialed me and still ain’t a real nigga!
‘Cause I was to busy to gutter with the real niggas!
When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga!
And we some kids to tell you that we the real nigga!
And they ain’t telling none of my young nigga to chill, nigga!
We all shooters, nigga, and all us on the pills nigga!
Ain’t got a yacht, but nigga the size of Shaquille, nigga!
And before you try anything you better write your will, nigga....!


[End]
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DJ Khaled Ft. Lil Wayne, Drake & Rick Ross – I’m On One Lyrics

[start]
DJ Khaled Ft. Lil Wayne, Drake & Rick Ross – I’m On One Lyrics

(Get em on)
I’m on one
(Get em on)
I’m on one
(Get em on)
I said I’m on one

[Drake]
I’m getting so cold
I aint work this hard since I was 18
Apologise if I say, anything I don’t mean
Like whats up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And whats up with these new niggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy

But get it while you here boy
Cause all that hype don’t feel the same next year boy
Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got
Trippin off you cause you had your shot
With my skin tanned and my hair long
And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit
Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take it!

[Drake - Chorus]
All I care about is money and the city that I’m from
I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done
And I don’t really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya

I’m on one
Yeah, f-ck it, I’m on one
Yeah, I said I’m on one
F-ck it, I’m on one

Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money that we got, never get that shit

Cause I’m on one
I said fuck it I’m on one.

[Rick Ross]
I’m burning purple flowers
It’s burning my chest
I bury the most cash and burning the rest
Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt...
Move the kids to the hills (BOSS)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I out on bond I might be facin’ 8′s
Still running with the same niggas til the death of me
Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams.
In a room full of money out in London and she screams
Baby, I could take it there
Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair (Khaled)
And it’s double M G until I get the chair....

[Drake - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
I walk around the club, f-ck everybody
And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, aint enough money
You know the feds listening, nigga what money?
I’m a made nigga...
I should dust something
You niggas on the bench
Like the bus coming...
huh, aint nothing sweet but the swishas
I’m focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures.
Ohhh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I aint buying
Chopper dissect a nigga like science
Put an end to the world like Mayans
This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov
It’s a slim chance I fall, olive oil
Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it
I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence....

[End]
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Take It To The Head Lyrics - Dj Khaled

[start]
Dj Khaled - Take It To The Head feat. Chris Brown, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne

Working all winter
Shining all summer
I ain't no beginner
You scared to...

[Chorus]
Take it to the head
Don’t think about it (be about it)
Don’t be scared to take it to the head
Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots,
I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone
Damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots
I’m gone
Now we gon’ get fucked up
No excuses no apologies

[Rick Ross]
Reputation for g’s, that's the role of a boss
So amazing to see, black baguettes in my watch
She say love is for free, just expensive to shop
But its nothing to me, that extends from my block
I got a lot of figures, I’m a father figure
She know a lot of niggas, don’t know a hotter nigga
Come to the winners circle, a lot of men will hurt you
But I’m here to nurture, I wanna take you further
She got all them purses, I say in my verses
YSL and Hermes and barely scratch the surface
She know on purpose, as I peel the curtains
I always make her nervous, this record’s perfect

[Chorus]
Take it to the head
Don’t think about it, be about it
Don’t be scared to take it to the head
Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Now we gon’ get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

[Nicki Minaj]
Yo, reputation for bussin’
Pussy open, it’s nothin’
Big fat nigga, all that huffin’ and puffin’
Take me shopping in France
And he pay in advance
He got big balls, ran a play in his pants
Ran away with his money just to chill on the Island
All my bitches is stylin’
Beaches and eating Italian
This is real shit, real shit
On the real, nigga fuckin’ wit a real bitch
I ride for him, DMV
Stamina, GNC
3 letters CMB
Competition, I don’t see any

[Chorus]
Take it to the head
Don’t think about it, be about it
Don’t be scared to take it to the head
Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Now we gon’ get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

[Lil Wayne]
Reputation for tasting
I’m killin’ ‘em hoes like Jason
Got that pussy like medication to patients
Got my eyes closed, like Asian persuasion
Fuck with me baby, it’s Tunechi baby
Buss a nut, smoke a blunt, now I’m rejuvenated.
With all that pink on, bitch I’m King Kong.
I eat her ice cream, she eat my ice cream cone.
Pop a pill and pop that pussy
I bet you tunechi make her throw away that silver bullet.
And she kiss me on my neck and she kiss me on my chest.
And then she…

[Chorus]
Take it to the head, (yeh yeah)
Don’t think about it, be about it
Don’t be scared to take it to the head (yeh yeah)
Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head.

I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed.
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed.
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Now we gon’ get fucked up, no excuses no apologies.

[Lil Wayne]
Young mula baby!!!

[End]
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Dj Khaled ft. Kanye West & Rick Ross - I Wish You Would Lyrics

[start]

[DJ Khaled]
I’m so serious!

[Kanye West]
One, two them boys coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, hide your bitch
(Ayo Yeezy, pop your shit)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They said, thou shall not be ill
Thou shall not feel
Thou should not be trill, not be drill, not be real
Niggas selling packs, niggas flipping pills
They got heroin and cracks, man these niggas high for real
Every year gon be our year
Every year gon be my year
These niggas really is out here
These niggas really is out here
The block is at war
Post traumatic stress
Ran up outta pills
Rob that CVS
Niggas getting bust over In God’s We Trust
We believe in God but do God believe in us
If we believe enough, will we ever get to know ‘im
That lean got us dozing, we forget that we the chosen
I’ve been poppin shit for too long
But still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Hook - Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
In the streets I hear ‘em hotter than the fucking devil
I wonder how I got a hundred in my fucking bezel
G5, make it rain, I can change the weather
We fly, them niggas lame, where your fucking cheddar?
Aim at your brain, AK be the fucking letters
Fuck niggas fall in alphabetical order
Frank Lucas fur, the cap run more than the quarter
I’m at the fight, ringside, right next to promoters
All my niggas still hustle consider ‘em roguish
I remember catching buses just bought me a Lotus
All your codes get decoded, know the niggas you quoting
Hunh, my corner will scorch ya
Somehow my flow is the coldest
Money, power, respect, the only thing’s truly important
Family first, Khaled we gotta stay focused
God Forgives and I don’t
Pussy niggas unnoticed

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga
You see you got a couple cases, still look good nigga
You see these niggas’ll try to play ya...
Know how ya feel nigga
Eh yup, that’d be the day you wanna kill a nigga...
But you gon chill nigga
Just for your kids nigga
Cause now there’s kids doing grown man biz nigga...
You just got home nigga
You tryna live nigga
Me I don’t wanna do another 5 years nigga....
The boss is testing yo ass
The feds’ll question yo ass
They be drug testin’ yo ass
And then they pray you don’t pass...
And then you look in the sky
You got some questions to ask
With no response make you wanna grab the tech and the mac
Cause they’ve been poppin’ shit for too long
Still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us.

[End]
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DJ Khaled ft Ludacris, Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross & T-Pain – All I Do Is Win Lyrics

[start]

[T-Pain - Chorus]
All I Do is win win win no matter what
got money on mind i can never get enough
and everytime I step up in the building
everybody hands go up
and they stay there
and they say yeah
and they stay there
Up down, up down
cause all I do is win win win
and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air..

[Ludacris]
Ludacris goin in on the verse
cause I never been defeated and I won’t stop now
keep your hands up put em in the sky for the homies that didn’t make it and the folks locked down
I never went no where
they saying Luda’s back
blame it on that conjure
the hood call it Ludayac
and I’m on this foolish track so I spit my foolish flows
my hands go up and down like strippers booty’s go
my verses still be serving, tight like a million virgins
last time on a Khaled remix now I’m on the original version
aint never count me out
y’all better count me in
got 20 bank accounts, accountants count me in
make millions every year, the souths champion
cause all I do, all I, all I, all I
all I do is…

[Chorus]

[Rick Ross]
Swerving in my Lolo,
head on the swivel
you know serving me’s a no no
clean as a whistle as I pull out in my Rolls Royce
yellow bone passenger they see it, they say oh boy!
tell Khaled back it up, my n-ggas call me Loco
thats for armed trafficking, don’t make me pull that fo-fo
ask you what you laughing at
represent that mud life
dirty money b-tch you better get your mud right
we come together holding hands and holla thug life
we are strapped in all black
it’s like thug life
(all we do is win)
you riding the what
we riding the night
you riding with me cause you wasn’t riding right
ROSS…

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
heat in the Kitchen, pot on the stove
water getting boiled, dope getting sold
snoopy in the hoopty, system overload
I’ve been running this rap game since I was 20 years old
I hung with the worst of them
bust till I burst on em
floss em up, toss em up, hardaway, boss em up
pardon me I bossing the pressure up, bless ya bruh
don’t wanna mess with us
we like the U in the 80′s
back to back set a trap
hit the lick, hit it back
hit the trick, jump the track
b-tch I want my money back
time and time again while I’m sipping on this gin
Al Davis said it best, just win baby win...

[Chorus]

[End]

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DJ Khaled Ft. Lil Wayne, Drake & Rick Ross – I’m On One Lyrics

[start]

(Get em on)
I’m on one
(Get em on)
I’m on one
(Get em on)
I said I’m on one

[Drake]
I’m getting so cold
I aint work this hard since I was 18
Apologise if I say, anything I don’t mean
Like whats up with your best friend?
We could all have some fun, believe me
And whats up with these new niggas?
And why they think it all comes so easy

But get it while you here boy
Cause all that hype don’t feel the same next year boy
Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got
Trippin off you cause you had your shot
With my skin tanned and my hair long
And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation
Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit
Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking
Watch me take it!

[Drake - Chorus]
All I care about is money and the city that I’m from
I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done
And I don’t really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I’m young
And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya

I’m on one
Yeah, f-ck it, I’m on one
Yeah, I said I’m on one
F-ck it, I’m on one

Two white cups and I got that drink
Could be purple, it could be pink
Depending on how you mix that shit
Money that we got, never get that shit

Cause I’m on one
I said fuck it I’m on one

[Rick Ross]
I’m burning purple flowers
It’s burning my chest
I bury the most cash and burning the rest
Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air
Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear
Burner in the belt...
Move the kids to the hills (BOSS)
Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill
Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great
Even though I out on bond I might be facin’ 8′s
Still running with the same niggas til the death of me
Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully
Ever made love to the woman of your dreams
In a room full of money out in London and she screams
Baby, I could take it there...
Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair
So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair (Khaled)
And it’s double M G until I get the chair....

[Drake - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
I walk around the club, f-ck everybody
And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley
Yeah, too much money, aint enough money
You know the feds listening, nigga what money?
I’m a made nigga...
I should dust something
You niggas on the bench
Like the bus coming
huh, aint nothing sweet but the swishas
I’m focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures...
Ohhh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant
You a sell out, but I aint buying
Chopper dissect a nigga like science
Put an end to the world like Mayans
This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov
It’s a slim chance I fall, olive oil
Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it
I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence...

[Chorus]

[End]


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Take It To The Head Lyrics - DJ Khaled Feat. Chris Brown, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne

[start]

[DJ Khaled - Intro]
Working all winter
Shining all summer
I aint no beginner
You scared to..

[Chris Brown - hook]
Take it to the head, (yeh yeah)
Don’t think about it, be about it
Don’t be scared to take it to the head (yeh yeah)
Girl, you fly but if I tell you than to take it to the head
Then you might take it to the head
I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Now we gon’ get fucked up, no excuses no apologies

[Rick Ross]
Reputation for g’s, thats the roll of a boss
So amazing to see, black baguettes in my watch
She say love is for free, just expensive to shop
But its nothing to me, that extends from my block
I got a lot of figures, I’m a father figure
She know a lot of niggas, don’t know a hotter nigga
Come to the winners circle, a lot of men will hurt you
But I’m here to nurture, I wanna take you further
She got all them purses, I say in my verses
YSL and Hermes and barely scratch the surface
She know on purpose, as I peel the curtains
I always make her nervous, this record’s perfect
[Chris Brown - hook]

[Nicki Minaj]
Yo, reputation for bussin’
Pussy open, it’s nothin’
Big fat nigga, all that huffin’ and puffin’
Take me shopping in France
and he pay in advance
He got big balls, ran a play in his pants
Ran away with his money just to chill on the Island
All my bitches is stylin’
Beaches and eatin Italian
This is real shit, real shit
On the real, nigga fuckin’ wit a real bitch
I ride for him, DMV
Stamina, GNC
3 letters CMB
Competition, I don’t see any..

[Hook]
[Lil Wayne]
Reputation for tastin’
I’m killin’ ‘em hoes like Jason
Got that pussy like medication to patients
Got my eyes closed, like Asian persuasion
Fuck with me baby, it’s Tunechi baby
Buss a nut, smoke a blunt, now I’m rejuvenated
With all that pink on, bitch I’m king kong
I eat her ice cream, she eat my ice cream cone
Pop a pill and pop that pussy
I bet you tunechi make her throw away that silver bullet
And she kiss me on my neck and she kiss me on my chest
And then she...
[Hook]
[End]

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