Nicki Minaj - High School Lyrics

Lyrics : Nicki Minaj ft. Lil Wayne - High School Lyrics
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[start]


[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
He said he came from Jamaica
He owned a couple acres
A couple fake visas cause he never got his papers
Gave up on love, fucking with them heart breakers
But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
He was mixed with a couple things
Ball like a couple rings
Bricks in the condo
And grams to Sing Sing
Left arm, baby mother tatted
5-year bid up north when they ratted
Anyway, I felt him, helped him
Put him on lock, seat-belt him
Took him out to Belgium, welcome
Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
This box better than the box he was held in
I'm Momma Dee in that order
I call him Daddy like daughters
He like it when I get drunk
But I like it when he be sober
That's top of the toppa
I never fuck with beginners
I let him play with my pussy then lick it off of his fingers
I'm in the zone

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
They holler at me but it's you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Whip it whenever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
She got a nigga at home
And one on the side
Best friend is a dyke, they fucked around a few times
Her and her momma alike, so all they do is fight
I tell her make me some money, she tell me make her a wife
I tell her, "bitch, you crazy.
Fuck wrong with you?"
And excuse my french, but I'm a long kisser
And then she try to tell me I'm the only one that's hittin'
And I say, "What about them niggas?"
She say, "What about them niggas?"
You right, what you doing tonight?
Put on something tight
Don't judge me, I get life
She love me like a brother
But fuck me like a husband
Pussy like a oven
Too hot to put my tongue in
All I had to do is rub it
The genie out the bottle
Pussy so wet, I'ma need goggles
She tell me that's it's mine
I tell her stop lying
Mine and who else?
She say worry 'bout yourself
Lil Tune

[Hook: Nicki Minaj]
They holler at me but its you
You, this ain't high school
Me, and my crew
We can slide through
Give it to you whenever you want
Whip it whenever you want
Baby, it's yours
Anywhere, everywhere
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?
Baby it's your world
Ain't it?

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
I know you want it, boy...
I see you tryin'....
Just keep on pushin'
I'ma let you slide in...
Just close your eyes and
This horizon
It's ready, come get you some
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!!!!


[End]
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Last Night Lyrics - Paris Hilton Ft. Lil Wayne

Lyrics :  Paris Hilton Ft. Lil Wayne – Last Night Lyrics
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[start]


[Paris Hilton:]
I can’t believe what we did last night
I wanna wake up in the morning sun
Falling over, telling everyone
I can’t believe what we did last night
I wanna say all my ..I had so much fun
I’ll never forget it, telling everyone about last night

[Lil Wayne:]
Last night was awesome
Super f*cking awesome
It was me, myself and I with her
We had ourself a foursome
And I didn’t want the night to end
Purchasing me Vicodin...
Now I’m gone, like the wind...
And if you’re the bomb I’ll bite the pin, boom...
Whatever, I can love you better...
Bust it wide open for a truck fist sweater
and it’s been world peace since I met her, haha
Last night I had fun with her
I got 99 problems, not one with her
And excuse my French, but f**k the cameras
I wanna spend a night in Paris....

[Paris Hilton:]
I can’t believe what we did last night.
I wanna wake up in the morning sun.
Falling over, telling everyone.
I can’t believe what we did last night.
I wanna say all my ..I had so much fun.
I’ll never forget it, telling everyone about last night.


[End]
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Flowers Lyrics - Lil Twist Ft. Lil Wayne & Chris Brown

Lyrics : Lil Twist Ft. Lil Wayne & Chris Brown – Flowers Lyrics
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[start]


[Lil Wayne:]
We got flowerz for the ladies, and dick for them hoes
but Tony isn’t daises black on red rose
two time..black and red rose
that dick make em rest in peace I got a bunch of dead hoes
I got east side with me, nigga we ain’t tripping
and if a nigga fuck with us then they gonna find you when you’re fishing
man them hoes me on a mission but girl I ain’t the owner
skin and ass jeans, pockets on sumo
Yeah but you know you’re simming
I’m so I am, just know I am
I ain’t perfect Lord knows I sent two cup bars what you know about them
what you do girl I’m serious, told shit that’s my.
and I go down under like Australia

Lil Wayne – Hook:
We got flowerz but the ladies and dick for them hoes
some say that ex fake the sex so I roll up my sleeve
and roll up my weed, I’m getting money fast
and now my hoes up this feed
and I’m like shawty what your name is
and who you came with,
you got that fire I’m just trying to keep your flame lean
she say she on 1, I’m on the same shit,
let’s take our clothes off and do whatever makes sense.

[Lil Twist:]
Lil, I’ll be in my zone, girl I’m in my zone,
man I go so tough I go Silvester Stalone
I got money in my pocket, I’ma trill the toppie,
you’re on the outside looking in when we’re shopping
wait, hole up stop the press, shawty drop the dress
you know we ain’t tricky if you got it lol investment
everybody ballin’ so everybody trippin
I hear it with the twist and I got it twistin

Lil Wayne – Hook:
Flowerz but the ladies and dick for them hoes
some say that ex fake the sex so I roll up my sleeve
and roll up my weed, I’m getting money fast
and now my hoes up this feed
and I’m like shawty what your name is
and who you came with,
you got that fire I’m just trying to keep your flame lean
she say she on 1, I’m on the same shit,
let’s take our clothes off and do whatever makes sense

[Chris Brown:]
Do all think all these girls in the club look sexy
black girls, back ass...
hopefully I take em all back to the crib
and have a couple of seats and get naked
skin a nigga but I’m flexin...
I rock all these rings aggressive.
I’ve been up down go cover around and I break the springs we sexy
Going down I just want my cuz...
girl your booty dunky so I might act to ass
in a party I’m about to hoe bar out
so don’t give me no glass,
girl I’ma eat eat your heart out
and I might even lick your **....

Twist, what you’re doing with that body
you ain’t owe to drink that yet
bitches you told me to manage to this party
gonna have fun with them girls and this bitch
yacks, isn’t it over, twap twap game over
party hard, rocking roller, in the jungle girls and roses...


[End]
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Joe Budden Ft. Lil Wayne & Tank – She Don’t Put It Down Like You Lyrics

Lyrics : Joe Budden Ft. Lil Wayne & Tank – She Don’t Put It Down Like You Lyrics
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[start]


She aint got a leg to stand on, don’t even trip

[Joe Budden]
I can take you all over the world though
Even tell you pack light
The last lie couldn’t even get a cab ride
She dont do the blogs but even if she did
She would be on mad sites
Ass so mean I always on her bad side
Ugh, now she don’t ever stress me ’bout my wearabouts
Never seems concerned with other birds that she may hear about
She mind hers, its my turn
That shit she barely hear about
Look amazing on me, why I’m always tryna wear her out
She don’t ride like you, no she don’t taste like that
Not with a waist like that, do I let her go to waste like that
She a mix between Karma Sutra porno flicks
Funny how her breath get shorter when I give her long dick
And I’m telling ya’ll straight up might think ? even when she not made up
She kill ‘em in Levi’s, see why it aint even fair
Look good in whatever she wear
How could other women compare, they can’t

[Tank - Chorus]
I don’t put another in your space, damn if you do
It’s been hard to replace
I just want the same judge sittin’ on the case
She gon’ hate but she know
She don’t put it down like you (down down like you)
(she dont, she dont)
She don’t put it down like you (down down like you)
(she dont, she dont)
She don’t put it down like you (down down like you)
(she dont, she dont)
She don’t put it down like you (down down like you)
(she dont, she dont)

[Lil Wayne]
I can see the stars in the day time
Bitch I miss you like a deadline
And the girl I’m with is just the girl I’m with
I mean it’s working out, so were staying fit
But you know love is nothing ask Stan Smith
But I gotta keep a bad bitch like Brad Pitt
Remember our first kiss?
or our last kiss?
I used to go dummy in that pussy, crash test
You be fucking that nigga like you was fucking me
Hah, Fuck that nigga, he can’t fuck with me
I’m Tunechi bitch and you know that
And that pussy throw back
Any given night I’d still pop that ass like a prozac
Girl you know you got that murder
A beast in that La Perla
And everytime we cut I used to shred a nigga turtles
And I know you still love me
And I know ya still for me
Thats why we still fucking
Cause she don’t put it down like you

[Chorus]

[Joe Budden]
Looking round mine, no downtime, see nothing else even matters
Can’t even walk slow through that mall cause paparazzi running after
Baby girl, working it like a pro...
Slow it down or move it faster...
Whether them lights on or them lights off like I’m sleeping with the clapper
Still she watching what she eat...
Yet, that ass keep getting fatter...
How I’m sexing her ?, no longer be a factor
Plus her already know, you don’t turn them all to?
Climb with the former rather latter
You already know which one I’d rather come’on..


[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
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[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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Grenade Remix Lyrics : Bruno Mars Ft. Lil Wayne

Lyrics : Bruno Mars Ft. Lil Wayne – Grenade Remix Lyrics
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[start]


[Lil Wayne]
And I don’t mind when we fall out
As long as we fall back into it
I hope we never put an end to it
Even though you not that into it
Heaven, have you ever been to it
Cause you look like you never been
You’re more like a Hell’s angel
And for you, I’d rather sin
Broken heart, Love you with a broken heart
For you I’ll jump off Noah’s Ark
Love is blind and hope is dark
But why does pain feel so good
Love is science, live for you
Die for you, and I’ll die smiling

[Bruno Mars]
Easy come, easy go
That’s just how you live, oh
Take, take, take it all,
But you never give
Should of known you was trouble from the first kiss
Had your eyes wide open
Why were they open?
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash
You tossed it in the trash, you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked,
Cause what you don’t understand is

[Hook]
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same...

No, no, no, no
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I’m numb
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you’re from
Mad woman, bad woman,
That’s just what you are, yeah,
You’ll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car
Gave you all I had
And you tossed it in the trash

You tossed it in the trash, yes you did
To give me all your love is all I ever asked
Cause what you don’t understand is

[Hook]
I’d catch a grenade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah , yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same

If my body was on fire, ooh
You’d watch me burn down in flames
You said you loved me you’re a liar
Cause you never, ever, ever did baby…

But darling I’ll still catch a grenade for ya
Throw my hand on a blade for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I’d jump in front of a train for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know I’d do anything for ya (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, oh....
I would go through all this pain,
Take a bullet straight through my brain,
Yes, I would die for ya baby;
But you won’t do the same.
No, you won’t do the same,
You wouldn’t do the same,
Ooh, you’ll never do the same,
No, no, no, no....


[End]
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Lil Wayne Ft. Rick Ross : If I Die Today Lyrics

Lyrics : Lil Wayne Ft. Rick Ross - If I Die Today
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[start]


[Lil Wayne]
Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my my pack
I point it at you and tell it fetch
I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call it triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death
Top down, it’s upset ? dick in the world and n-gga I aint ? yet!
You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress
The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest
An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick Ross]
Big black, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I’m swimming in the yellow, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop ?
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected I got killers in Chicago

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I’m red fox
Big bee’s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, big clocks
Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
Swe-swe-swe-sweet, center bun
I’m in a red, she said she
200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let ya ? speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
F-ck that N-gga, f-ck that n-gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it’d be a holiday

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don’t make it come alive.
Rip ya apart than I put myself together.
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus
N-ggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up
It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up...


[End]
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Show Em What Ya Got lyrics : Lil Wayne

Lyrics : Lil Wayne - Show Em What Ya Got
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[start]


[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, something gonna stick, believe that
Fuck these other bitches don't trip
You've been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

I know you hustle baby I ain't gotta tell ya
You can give it everything but they take it if you let em
But, bills don't stop so you keep the money coming
Cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin
The way you move you're body girl you know your gonna get it
How the fuck you else you going where the shoe ain't fitted?
Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver
Throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, something gonna stick, believe that
Fuck these other bitches, don't trip
You've been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

Goin pick up all this money, I know you don't mind
Go on take it to the back and count every single dime

Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give

With your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower
So when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder
Cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider
You in it for the commission
Every muthafucking dollar

The way that body movin' it's hard to understand
You ain't never been a bitch to execute without the plan
I ain't never seen a mark supplier without demand
And fuck credit baby tell em broke niggas stop playing

Gun snooze off?, just take them shoes off
Let me get that all, that body so soft
Cause you know it's gon count baby if you gon give it
And know it ain't a life if you don't live it, baby

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, something gonna stick, yaa diiig!
Fuck these other bitches, don't trip
You've been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, something gonna give, yaa diiig!

You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy...
You the shit, you the shit
Uh huh...
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit...

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit...
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, something gonna stick, yaa diiig!
Fuck these other bitches don't trip
You've been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit...
Go on throw it to the wall, something gonna give, yaa diiig!

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, yaa diiig!
Fuck these other bitches don't trip...
You've been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

Pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Go on, show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit...
Go on throw it to the wall, something gonna give, hear dat!!


[End]
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Young Jeezy Ft. Lil Wayne - Ballin lyrics

[start]

[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes came to see me ball


[Lil Wayne]
These hoes call me Tunechi baby
N-ggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating
Bitch, I’m balling, ballin’ like a muthaf-cker.
12 gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them.
N-gga broke, acting like he got it though.
I’m with a Spanish bitch, if she aint f-cking, adios!
So many cars I’m like eenie meenie minie moe
So many colours in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope
Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat.
Run in ya house, get to poppin’ at your shower cap.
My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac.
And if them bitches don’t sell, we buy em back
Where the strippers, tell em Tune on his way
Tell them n-ggas I’m strapped like lingerie
I aint trippin, I’m ballin, call me NBA
I-I aint trippin, I’m ballin, call me NBA...

[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball.

[Lil Wayne]
You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?

[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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Lil Wayne - How To Love Lyrics

[start]

Cut the music up, little louder

yeah

You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't ever figure out
How to love
How to love

You had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you're in a corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love

For a second you were here
Now you over there
It's hard not to stare, the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love
Never had a love

When you was just a youngin' your looks were so precious
But now your grown up
So fly it's like a blessing but you can't have a man look at you for five seconds
Without you being insecure
You never credit yourself, so when you got older
It's seems like you came back ten times over
Now you're sitting here in this damn corner
Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulders

See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't ever figure out
How to love
How to love

See you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you're in this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love

For a second you were here
Now you over there
It's hard not to stare the way you moving your body
Like you never had a love
Had a love

Oh, you had a lot of dreams that transformed to visions
The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions
But it wasn't your fault
Wasn't in your intentions
To be the one here talking to me
Be the one listenin'
But I admire your popping bottles and dippin'
Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping
Baby, so don't be mad
Nobody else tripping
You see a lot of crooks and the crooks still crook

See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't ever figure out
How to love
How to love

See you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love

Oh,
See I just want you to know
That you deserve the best
You're beautiful
You're beautiful
Yeah!

And I want you to know, you're far from the usual
Far from the usual.

You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't ever figure out
How to love
How to love.

See you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love.

See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn't ever figure out
How to love
How to love.

Yeah, see you had a lot of moments that didn't last forever
Now you in this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love, mmmm....

[End]
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Lil Wayne - My Birthday Lyrics

[start]

[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Yeah, it's on
Basically...
I got the Streets and the boot with me
Dedication trois

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
Now let me talk my shit!
Fresh up out the water like a caught fly fish
Weezy F bitch
I can say what I please
Swagger so cold it stay when I leave
I see you little dogs just shaking out fleas
I kill dogs like I'm making chinese food
Rude only when I gotta be
Sometimes I gotta tell myself not to bother me
"Tell Lil Wayne not to bother Weez!"
Shawty won't be on my team, she could cheerlead...
Shit, I go, Wayne go, Ice on a white T
I make a snow angel
Y'all niggas squares, but aint got no angle
My shit's so tight you can get strangled
It's Young Money aint no such thing as plain clothes
Polo jammers, Louis slippers, call that "private plane clothes"
I'm taking off, going to another land
Call home, missus never going to another man
Shawty knows Weezy, muthafucka, I'm a lover man
Yeah talk that shit Tune! I gotta wipe my diamond Grill with a tissue
I talk too much shit
I eat p-ssy and you suck dick

[Kidd Kidd]
They call me "Lil Nut" but my nuts aren't the same
No homo, that's how I came in the game
I married Mary Jane, I seen the Spidermane
The shit that made Pinky blow
Out the Brain brain
Told Lois Lane I can't be a Super Mane
My whole? is back mane and I keep that iron-mane
Any woman yellow flag me, throw me out the game
I'm back at the halftime like it's just an ankle sprain
Ain't no one could do it better
More hits than Eddie Guerrerra
The flow like Eddie Monster praying at the competitors
It's mass hysteria, historic in your area 51 alien
What planet is he from
Huh? Ain't no fun when the rabbit got the gun
Picture Buzz with the shotgun?
All my thugs get dirty like we running in the mud
We 7:30 livewires
Unplug off the chain, utterly untame
Put the gun to your frame, bitch a bloodstain
Hard to come out, like a nut-stain
I came from nothing, night, fucking calling hoes
And flying planes, who the fuck could complain?
Huh?

[Gudda Gudda]
So you mad cause I'm styling on you?
Lights off, mask on, creepy silent on you
Get violent on you, you a sissy like Sisqo
Gudda, I'm the East gang schizo
It's no coincidence, man, I bet your bitch know
How I knock her down with the Kosher dill pickle
High yellow nigga but my hot dog, like nutskins
Bitches aiming for the pockets? You get nuff skin
Let me get back in it, bitch
I just go head first, you be on that timid shit
Get head first, then I be on my Jimmy shit
Shitting on bitches with that Chris Brown
(Give me shit)
My niggas Streets say "Kill them all!"
Bitch, you know we got guns like the Pentagon
I'm just eating nigga, I'm getting my dinner on
And your bitch licking, getting her lizard on

[Mack Maine]
Talk reckless, I don't give a muthafuck
I make you do what you is, bitch nigga, duck
I come for you and your kids like nigga what
Niggas with elephantitis ain't got bigger nuts
Young Money nigga, big dicks, big trucks
I'mma smash a nigga if he try to diss us
Go to court, the case get dissmussed
Cause if we did time, your main bitch would miss us
It's Mack Maine, ain't shit to discuss
I get up in a bitch throat like hiccups
I Chris Kringle bullets with niggas for Christmas
Then turn to their female dog like "bitch, what?"
My niggas squeeze triggers like they got arthiritis
My dick big, that's why I walk like I got tendonitis
I spit nasty on the mic like I got gingivitis
The doc said I got a case of real nigganitis
He ain't got a vaccine or cure strong enough to fight it
See, I'm a warrior, they compare me to Leonidus
I got a set fee, I ain't about discussing prices
Cause I ain't tryna go broke like Hammer or Mike Tyson
Wish you could see my face now
Feel like I'm?
See me in streets, be Street Fighting like Blanka or Bison
Slicing, dicing like we butcher knifeing
Wifing bitches, never, that shit is trifling
Young Money the fucking nicest
Put words together like a fucking hypen
Nigga don't make us start fucking rifling
Nigga really it go to fucking striking
We got a lot of rappers striking
Standing by the harvest for fruit
Waiting for the fruit to ripen
We run up on niggas and jack them for their stipend
You catch me in Minnesota like I'm a Viking
I'm with every video vixen that you liking
I'm the reason your bitch dyking
Nigga don't want no beef, look at Kidd Kidd...
He like this
How I get like this?
I pop a nigga, break something like Midas
I'm trying to be modest, nigga, I'm honest
Young Money, Young f-cking Money
And this is what I did for my birthday BITCH!!!

[End]
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I Can Only Imagine Lyrics - David Guetta ft. Chris Brown & Lil Wayne

[start]
David Guetta ft. Chris Brown & Lil Wayne - I Can Only Imagine Lyrics

[Chris Brown:]
Where you been? Where you been all my life?
Baby, it's a sin, the way you look in the light
It's obvious that I want something from you
You know what, what I wanna do, do, do...

If we touched it would bring me to life
I could only imagine, only imagine what it'd be like
Oh, every time,
It would bring me to life
I could only imagine, only imagine what it'd be like
What it'd be like,
What it'd be like, like, like
What it'd be like, like, like...

[Lil Wayne:]
I saw you from afar
Thought I'd say, "What's up?"
You can tell me your name, when we waking up
They call me Tunechi, I'm good, I'm Gucci...
Now you can kiss your old dude goodbye: smooches
You're a beast, yo-you're a beauty
Man, I think somebody did gave Cupid an Uzi -- shoot me
You're a firework, brighter in the dark
So let's turn off the lights and give me that spark...

If we touched it would bring me to life
I could only imagine, only imagine what it'd be like
Oh, every time
It would bring me to life
I could only imagine, only imagine what it'd be like
What it'd be like
What it'd be like, like, like
What it'd be like, like, like

I want to let her touch me
One touch will feel free (it would bring me to life)
I want to feel free (she can kiss me)
So I can finally be...
So I can finally be (girl)
So I can finally see (yeah! kiss me now)
So I can finally see (kiss me now)

(what, what, what...)

[Lil Wayne:]
I saw you from afar
Thought I'd say, "What's up?"
You can tell me your name, when we waking up
They call me Tunechi, I'm good, I'm Gucci...
Now you can kiss your old dude goodbye: smooches
You're a beast, yo-you're a beauty
Man, I think somebody did gave Cupid an Uzi -- shoot me
You're a firework, brighter in the dark
So let's turn off the lights and give me that spark.

[End]
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Lil Wayne ft. Drake - She Will Lyrics

[start]

[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne:]
I tell her “now goin’ pop that pussy for a real nigga"
I already know that life is deep but I still dig her
Niggas is jealous but really I couldn’t care less
I’m in hell’s kitchen with an apron and a hair net
Devil on my shoulder, the lord as my witness
So on my Libra scale, I’m weighing sins and forgiveness
What goes around, comes around like a hula hoop
Karma is a bitch? Well just make sure that bitch is beautiful
Life on the edge, I’m dangling my feet
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me
Haters can’t see me, nose bleed seats
And today I went shopping and talk is still cheap
I rock to the beat of my drumset
I’ve been at the top for a while and I ain’t jump yet
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now jump up on that dick and do a full split

[Hook - Drake:]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and told me “baby, it’s real”
And I say I ain’t doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
But she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit then again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that pussy for me”
Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her 'til she cry, call that “wine and dine”
Try to check me and I’ma have ‘em checkin’ pulses
They say choose wisely, that’s why I was chosen
Rocking like asphalt, it's the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took its mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face South and her ass North
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split!

[Hook - Drake:]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and told me “baby, it’s real”
And I say I ain’t doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
But she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit then again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

(Ladies and gentlemen, Drizzy…)

[Hook - Drake:]
Uh, she just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and told me “baby, it’s real”
And I say I ain’t doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel (I feel like the sky is opening, and I'm get to it)
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
(Feel like like the world is falling and I am rising)
But she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit then again maybe she will
Carter 4 Tunchi Yeah!!!

Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the fuckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will...

[End]
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Lil Wayne ft. Kevin Rudolf - Novacane lyrics

[start]

Raindrops from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
Hummingbirds do fly

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Ooh girl, I love you so
Good lord almighty, I’m in love with a whitey
I call her Aphrodite, I call her when I need her
And she give me good love til my nose start bleeding
Life is just like moving mountains
When I can’t cope, I’m hittin’ that slope
That great white hope, and it ain't no pressure
I can’t feel nothing, but I never felt better
Hmm, but you were just no good for me
Killin’ me softly, that girl is poison
Huh, I had to let you go, take things slow
Just so you know

[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf]
I’d do it all again if I had the chance
Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong
Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
Like novacane...

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
You used to make me feel so good
Like I was on top of the world
I'm sorry that I gotta stay away from ya
But that's what the doctor preferred
My friends told me leave you alone
And I just told em leave me alone
It's sad how our thing had to end, our relationship was short and sweet
Nia Long and I see her in the streets but I can’t bring her home
Man I was on her line all day, no phone, ha
No Arm & Hammer in my Tony Montana and truth is...

[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf]
I’d do it all again if I had the chance
Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong
Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
Like novacane...

[Lil Wayne - Verse 3]
Sweet sugar hill, yeah I used to climb her
I'd never imagined she turned out to be but a cheap thrill
That sweet turned sour, she gave me power
The world was ours, I used to feel invincible on that flower
But I had to change, yeah I had to change
So I left her for a bitch named Mary Jane
Now everything is cool, everything is fine
Girl, I’m moving on, I left you behind
Every now and then you pop up on my mind
I might fuck you one last time 'cause..

[Chorus - Kevin Rudolf]
I’d do it all again if I had the chance
Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
I’ll take the whole world on, I’m feeling so strong
Don’t feel the pain (don’t feel the pain)
Like novacane (like novacane)
Like novacane...

Raindrops from the clouds
Sun lights up the sky
Hummingbirds do fly...

[End]
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I Got Some Money On Me Lyrics - Lil Wayne ft. Birdman

[start]
Lil Wayne ft. Birdman - I Got Some Money On Me Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
I got some money on me
I’m ’bout to kill these hoes
I don’t be politicing, I’m not political
Fuck you talkin’ bout, bitch I’m Kenneth Cole
My goons masked up, Ray Mysterio
Bitch, eat something, I don’t like skinny hoes
I hit her from the back, she on her tippy toes
I smoke that Green Day, I’m on my Billie Joe
I’m a dog bitch, BINGO
I’m a rich ass nigga, you bitch ass nigga
I’m from the school of hard knocks
You skip class nigga
Tell her buss that pussy open
Bend it over bring it back
Get some brain out that hoe and call that hoe a brainiac...

I got some money on me
I’m ’bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me
I’m ’bout to kill these hoes
Fuck you talkin’ ’bout, bitch I’m Kenny Cole
I’m a dog bitch, BINGO
Every bad bitch love me

I’m young money, tell em pop that pussy for me
Pop that pussy for me
And my niggas got the guns, they aiming for ya skully
Tell ‘em pop that pussy for me
pop that pussy for me

[Birdman]
Uptown gangsta life, made man, 5 star nigga
Ya understand me, give a hundred and hundreds
1 hundred

[Lil Wayne]
If you a bad bitch, say fuck them other hoes
I’m in my lane bitch, you a gutter bowl
Boogers in the watch, it got a runny nose
I like a pink pussy, just like a bunny nose
And we are Young Money, the untouchables
I hit her from the back, I make her touch her toes
I’m on that drink baby, I think I’m comotosed
I’m feeling real good, Stevie Wonder-ful
And everybody with me strapped, tell them hoes adapt
Shoot ‘em in his head, he dead before he collapse
Young Money we the crap, no salary cap
Money talks bitch and mines yap, yap, yap !

I got some money on me
I’m ’bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me
I’m ’bout to kill these hoes
If you a bad bitch, say fuck them other hoes
I’m feeling real good, Stevie Wonder-ful...

And we don’t talk about it, we do it, do it, nigga
Shit can get ugly, Patrick Ewing, nigga
Them niggas can’t see me, but I see through them niggas
and fuck the police, on or off duty nigga

I’m on ome other sht, I’m stunting on them hoes
Bitch I’m smoking pot, like I’m on the stove
I’m in this bitch, bitch, I’m so Holly Grove
Them hoes treasure me, like a pot of Gold
Boy, you thin crust, fucking Dominoes
I’m laughing to the bank, this shit is comical
We do it real big, astronomical
I make her fall for me, bitch, Jeronimo...

Now get it poppin for a nigga
Show me what you’re working with
I’m fly as a muthafucka bitch, no turbulence
Please know my niggas got them pistols for emergencies
I’m looking for a head doctor for some brain surgery
Some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes
I got some money on me, I’m bout to kill these hoes
I’m laughing to the bank, this shit is comical
I make her fall for me, bitch geronimo...

50 shots in a chopper, break ‘em off proper
You niggas can’t see me, fuck yo binoculars
I’ma coconut Ciroc’er, a beast like Chewbacca
I’m running this shit, I don’t even need blockers.

[Birdman]
Priceless, fresh off an island, hundred mill
Bitch we the bidness, 5 star gangsta, mula, crazy...

[End]
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Sweat Lyrics - Bow Wow Ft. Lil Wayne

[start]

Cash Money...
Young Mula! Baby!
I got you ni...

[Hook]
Girl I wanna make you sweat
I love the way you do it like that
She a keeper, she keep that pus** wet
She a slurper til it aint nothing left
The way she drop it on the floor
And baby I know what you want

Yeah girl I got what you need
I’m riding in the 'gatti with the windows full of steam

Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon’ let it out now
Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon’ let it out now

[Bow Wow]
Yeah tell me what you want, tell what you want do
Way you spread it out girlfirend I want you
Imma put it on you
Tell me when you're coming, baby Imma come too
You're a pretty little thing
Shorty I can't even lie
You rocking up them sky miles cause you stay fly
You do it so well, you don't even gotta try
Got a ni... staring out the corner of my eye

And the way her body be banging I swear you gotta be drinking every bottle in the club
Wake up with a story to tell
I’m just tryna have some fun
And I aint looking for love

[Hook]
Girl I wanna make you sweat
I love the way you do it like that
She a keeper, she keep that pus** wet
She a slurper til it aint nothing left
The way she drop it on the floor
And baby I know what you want

Yeah girl I got what you need
I’m riding in the 'gatti with the windows full of steam

Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon’ let it out now
Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon’ let it out now

[Lil' Wayne]
Sweating so hard you need three or four towels
Shorty wanna be my boo, like showtime at the apollo
Weezy F, the F for follow, follow me straight to my condo
And get freaky bring you over, hit that ass just like a rondo
I’m from Holly grove, I still hang with L
I make them b.... ahh! they waiting to exhale
I’m on some gangsta sh--, I knock your head off
You bark up my tree, thats a dead dog
Where them ho.... at? tell them I say what's up
I like a shaved pus...no razor bumps
YMCMB, when I step on stage, them ho... sweat like I’m Keith

[Hook]
Girl I wanna make you sweat
I love the way you do it like that
She a keeper, she keep that pus** wet
She a slurper til it aint nothing left
The way she drop it on the floor
And baby I know what you want

Yeah girl I got what you need
I’m riding in the 'gatti with the windows full of steam

Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon’ let it out now
Boom let it out now
Get freak baby, gon’ let it out now

[Bow Wow]
Say you got friends shorty
You can bring them too
When I put this D on you what you gon do
Yeah, she got a diva attitude
Fell in love with me when she saw my tattoos
And I aint like these other niggas girl, cause they lame
These niggas aint ballin’ baby, sub me in the game
Got so drunk shit, I forgot her name
Whippin that Bugatti while she givin’ me brain

[Lil' Wayne]
You the flyest girl I done seen
Bursting outta them jeans
I’m saying shawty wassup
Cause you killin’ these other hoes
And I dont mean to be mean, but shawty I’m tryna fu...

[Hook]
Girl I wanna make you sweat
I love the way you do it like that
She a keeper, she keep that pus** wet
She a slurper til it aint nothing left
The way she drop it on the floor
And baby I know what you want

Yeah girl I got what you need
I’m riding in the 'gatti with the windows full of steam

[Outro]
YMCMB baby, uh huh!
It’s YMCMB baby, ah hah!
YMCMB baby, ah!
Now buss it open for me baby
Now buss it, now buss it open, buss it wide open
Now buss it, just buss it open, buss it wide open
Now wont you run and get ya gat for me cause I’m a gangsta a.. ni... from YMCMB...!

[End]
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Lil Wayne - Burn Lyrics

[start]

i said bitch i aint impressed you mustve got the wrong impression
uh,I aint with the bs Im flyer than pf
man we livin in hell like a deep breath
real niggas with reall money
real bitches w fake asses
if she dont wanna fuck i get on my skate board x skate past
my money on the table guns on table
bitch im on that syrup tell that hoe lehgo my ego
x my girlfriend is a choppa i finger fuck that hoe
hello i am tuechi you had me at hello
uh drop top maybach clean like a jax
man ion fuck w nun on you niggas like red necks
we got that work so come x get it
if we dont know you you pay taxes
i put a hole in yo apple what that is apple jacks
uh pussy nigga ill murder you
than dance at yo funeral
blood ill have a nigga drinkin his own blood communion
wake up like bone thugs i call yo bluff pick the phone up
her tities fake but they look real cubic zoconic
run up in yo house scare the kids x kill the grouwn ups
yo bitch call me when she hot crispy creame dougnuts
shout out to my new hoes shout out to my old hoes
ill still wear that ass out like a wordedrobe
bitch what they gone say
still eatin rappers on my fuckin lunch break
bad yellow bitch w a tounge like a snake
i let her suck my dick x than i fuck her to some drake
than i let that kush burn let that kush burn
yeah i let that kush burn smokin gasoline
bitch the booth on fire im in here gettin higher
young money bitch we at the top like bobwire
uh money on my mind i aint thinkin bout no bitch
im talkin bout that scratch like my mf throat itch
uh stop stuntin if you ballin buy yo bitch sumthn
stayed on the same team like tim duncan
shit get real if you scared go to catholic school
x if we ? straight jacket like a padden room
shoot yo ass a hunnit times x stand over you
lil tuechi so fly i got a rapinphobia
burn bitch ak in my firm grip
leap if you feelin like curmet sermence
preach reach x ill smoke yo ass like chief
i be fadded like bleach double bareel simece
i like my swisher obese fuck that bitch like police
fuck these haters w no grease
you get ten check gold teeth
money talks bitch x mine talk like
robin leech
that lean got me slow as lisa turner ask preach
bank card heavy my wallet like a barbell
my girl got a fat cat i call that shit garfield
we will bring the ? to yo boorbell well pull trigers not ?
x make lumpsumbs oatmel
im stuntin gettin money truck fit money mountain dew money
tellem i get better like fine wine im fier like ?
x the words of my nigga bp ill hit a bitch w a car bomb BOOM.
lil bitch niggas gone talk they aint talkin bout shit.
niggas gone bark i go mike vick.
fuck them fuck niggas on that fuck shit.
suck a nigga dick for some truck fit.
than let that kush burn let that kush burn.
yeah i let that kush burn smokin gasolie BITCH.
the booth on fire im in here gettin higher
holla at a nigga if you want that oscar myer tune.

[End]
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Flo Rida Ft. Lil Wayne -Fresh I Stay Pt. 2 Lyrics

[start]

[Chorus]
Silver dollar fresh I stay
I’ll be fresh all day, yeah yeah
Silver dollar fresh I stay
I’ll be fresh always, yeah yeah
[repeated]

[Flo Rida: Verse 1]
Money in my pocket
We be talking I be quiet
They go again smelling I wanna buy it
Shawty think I’m fresh I make em wet like fire hydrant
I be on that fly go from passenger to pilot
Point it out like gimme that
Point it out like gimme that
Point it out like gimme that, gimme that, gimme that
Why do I be stuntin’ to be honest I don’t know
Hundred after Hundred I don’t know
I love it l-l-l-l love it I got a problem
Its nothin nothin nothin nothin I’m poppin collars
Last week I flossed on em, bitch I made a movie
How you doin? where you been? Hello to my groupies!
Swagga to the moonman, Gwap in my two hands
You can eat the fruit loops wrist full of Tucan’s
All types of colors, We family like brothers
My cash in my clean-cake, I throw it out the other
I stay...

[Chorus]

[Lil Wayne: Verse 2]
Man I got bitches in my home
and bitches on my phone
I’m like can you call me back because SportsCenter is on
I dont mean to come off wrong
But man my money long
I say man my money long
Call me stretch Armstrong
Big ass chain on my junk yard dog shit
viagra swagga, fuck all yeall shit
haha, Mike stop the beat
Hear the money talk and it talking about me
White boy fresh...skinny ass pants
But I ball hard like scouts in the stands
I just sit around my house and blow an ounce like a fan
I flip one of these niggas like Jackie Chan
I aint worry bout em
I just ball out, Man I’m too cold lemme thaw out
Im so Young Money... I got dumb money
Bookoo bread but a bitch can’t get a crumb from me.

[Chorus]

[Flo Rida: Verse 3]
Money in my pocket he ain’t coming back to life
I gave her CPR blow thirty shooting dice
I’m married to the cash like somebody throwing rice
And I’m married to the cash I just had to say it twice.
Tell me I ain’t stuntin nah.
Tell me I ain’t stuntin nah.
Tell me I ain’t stuntin nah, nah, nah, nah, nah..!
Put on for my city and I do it like I’m supposed to
Ballin’ like when Britney cut her hair I cut the checks fool.
I do that d-d-d-do that I’m about my business
Like who that who-who-who that pushin the Bentley.
Everybody staring thats Mister McLaren
Loco con dinero like-like I was speaking spanish.
Shine like a Disco
Dimes think it’s Crystal
Said she gotta twin then you know I’m callin Brisco.
I aint drink that Dom-P
I aint drink that Dom-P
Them [?] spill my bottle on my parley adore jeans.

[End]
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Flo Rida Ft. Lil Wayne - Let It Roll, Part 2 Lyrics

[start]

Love is nice when it's understood
Even nicer when it makes you feel good
You got me trippin' why I love you so
Come on baby, let the good times roll
Come on baby, let the good times roll
Come on baby, let the good times roll
Come on baby, let the good times roll
Come on baby, let the good times roll

It's like Woodstock city, brand new Dylan
Bob to the music, sucker than a [?]
My heart beat acoustic, moves like Hendrix
Walk through a fire, then I flame and kiss it
Go hard in my Lambo, strikes and a blizzard
2 million in the frame, gotta roll with the vision
Vision of a good time, all I wanna know
When the party gon' stop, let the good times roll
Come on let's go, you got another minute
Get the party on the roll, ain't nothing like the feeling
When you're winning in your soul
The wheel keep spinning, only got one road
Stop, stop the show, and stop, stop the flow
The world ain't ready cause I rock the globe
So act like you know, act like you know
Act like you know, just what to do
When the good times roll.

Love is nice when it's understood
Even nicer when it makes you feel good
You got me trippin' why I love you so
Come on baby, let the good times roll
Come on baby, let the good times roll
Come on baby, let the good times roll
Come on baby, let the good times roll
Come on baby, let the good times roll
(Come on baby, let the good times roll)

[Lil Wayne]
Hey, Flo I got you!
Yeah yeah!
Take your, take your clothes off
Ride that, I drove off
Highway to heaven I'll burn the bridge
Red bandana, blood, sweat and tears
Yeah, it's Tunechi, Tunechi
With a capital crucifix, hahaha!
Baby let the good times roll like my weed
Sticks on my skateboard, and up my sleeves
YMCMB Truk everything else
So many whips, my garage got whelps
Now put your motherfuckin' hands in the air
And my throne is an electric chair
Yeah!!!

And let's go all night, all night
Wake up the club and let's go all out, all out
More drinks for us, toast to the good times
May they last forever, we're young, to the good times
Raise your glass, let's all have some fun.

Come on baby, let the good times roll.

[End]
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