K104 Halloween (Freestyle) Lyrics - Kendrick Lamar

Lyrics : Kendrick Lamar – K104 Halloween (Freestyle)
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Real rap, I knock rhymes right off of your skull cap
You can’t see me when I step into the booth
Your wish list, K.Dot, yeah I’m the truth
Stuntin, you’d better get your broom
Cause I’m flying with witches and we’re going to the moon
With this album, debut at that
I’m so fly I might float with the bats
Y’all know the most
Biggie and Pac, they behind me as my ghosts
Cause you think they write for me when I step into the drop
My shit is so sweet, candy flavored, no you’re not
Skeletons in my closet
And no, you can’t get up off it
This the freestyle, trick or treat
Halloween, better come with me, I’m sweet
Pumpkins, smacking them across they head
And I’m pokin’ eyeballs out on the web instead
He gonna gonna keep going
Baby, sex tape killed me
Ye, ye, I’m so fly, right now I’m so high
Matter of fact oh we talking about the hurricane
I’m talking about New York, I pray for y’all, know what I mean
I don’t want that to happen, cuz if so I might just start rapping
Kim Kardashian, Ye did that ass in
[Laughter]
Coming straight from Compton, I thought y’all know
I ain’t gonna look at the cards yet, cause I’m ’bout to flow
Matter fact, this the perfect part to talk about them Lakers
Everybody that’s disrespecting, y’all the fakers
We gonna keep going, off the top of the dome
Math, y’all gonna go home
Teach y’all to come back to my city
Shrink you, G....
Five times, four times, that’s the repeat
Obama, we ain’t gonna talk about Ritt Momney
Because he’s whack, fugazi, fugazi
I don’t need to talk about the flow that I’m in
If you gonna vote, vote for Obama
He’s gonna win, fo sho....
And we gonna keep on going
Off the top, we just gonna keep on flowing
We gonna get back to this little punk, he’s crap
Mitt Romney, show ‘em how to rap
Matter fact, this freestyle is just dedicated to him
You’re homeboys right now with Slim
Your chances, you’re not gonna win
You need to go back to where you came from, boy
It’s the ruler of the game
Obama, vote now homeboy, he’s got game
What’s up!


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Dj Khaled - B-Boyz Lyrics

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


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Dj Khaled - They Ready Lyrics

Lyrics : Dj Khaled - They Ready Lyrics
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[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...


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Lady Gaga Ft. Kendrick Lamar – Cake Like Lady Gaga Lyrics

Lyrics : Lady Gaga Ft. Kendrick Lamar – Cake Like Lady Gaga Lyrics
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Lady Gaga:
Standing all day, swag like 100 million
Private plane like Lady Gaga
Sip champagne like Lady Gaga
sold-out show like Lady Gaga
Big bank-roll like Lady Gaga
Iced-our wrist, iced-out chain
I’m deep up in the f*cking game,
Everybody knows my name,
A diamond ring like Lady Gaga
A diamond ring in your face,
f*ck your face, trade bitch
F*ck your life, trade bitch
I’ll hate up and I’ll f*ck your wife
F*ck your life you bitch ass trade

Kendrick Lamar:
I’m hosted in a trap, strapped with an AK
Aiming at your fitted cap, cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
I’m hosted in a trap, strapped with an AK
Aiming at your fitted cap, cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga

Lady Gaga:
I roll all the good shit,
You rollin’ on that regiebush
I roll like Lady Gaga, Lady Gaga in this bitch
I roll all f*cking day, Donatella on your hoes
Donatella got them clothes,
Donatella bounce for show
Chop her in the chopper, on a way to a sold-out show
Lady Gaga bitch ass trade,
I put that on my Papa Joe, I mock you all across the floor
Snatch a f*cking rebound bitch
In front of paparazzi, singing paparazzi in this bitch

Kendrick Lamar:
I’m hosted in a trap, strapped with an AK
Aiming at your fitted cap, cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
I’m hosted in a trap, strapped with an AK
Aiming at your fitted cap, cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga

Lady Gaga:
F*ck the world like Lady Gaga
Run the world like Lady Gaga
Phantom pearl like Lady Gaga
Work the swag like Lady Gaga
Twitter on 30 million, under 30 hundred million
30 million fans straight, fanning like my children, chilin’
Act my man, every act, eve about EMI, ask anybody
I’m rich, hommie I got ṗlanning

Watch it down like Lady Gaga
Iced-put crown and … Prada
I son, you son, ask your father
Spell tattoo “I hate your daughter”

Kendrick Lamar:
I’m hosted in a trap, strapped with an AK...
Aiming at your fitted cap, cake like Lady Gaga...
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
I’m hosted in a trap, strapped with an AK...
Aiming at your fitted cap, cake like Lady Gaga..
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga
Cake like Lady Gaga


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