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
Here comes the lyrics....

[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 - 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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Bag Of Money Lyrics - Rick Ross Ft. Wale, Meek Mill & T-Pain

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Rick Ross Feat Wale, Meek Mill & T-Pain - Bag Of Money lyrics

Money over everything
Self-made
Right now Shorty
You lookin’ like money
I’m talkin’ ‘bout real money

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

Temporary forever, levitate with a nigga
I can teach you, till you hate me but you hate them naval kisses
We can do like 8 positions
Hit it til your make up missing
Baby girl my stroke official
And you know I paint that picture
Hoes on my line, most of ‘em 9′s
Couple of ‘em dimes but all my hoes is hard to find
And I aint always on the prowl its just my soda mixed with brown
Got me quite open for a while
So let me in or let me out
And I like my marijuana bright
And I like my window tinted out
Shout out them strippers who hustle
Yeah George you know what this about
I just might throw a big amount
Don’t know if I’m ‘posed to take you out
I just know I’m ‘posed to praise you up
Don’t mean I aint ‘posed to take you down
Word up

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me

My bitch bad looking like a bag of money
E’rry time she fuck me she say “can I have some money?”
And I say “can I get a threesome?”
She say “boy, you funny”
But I be like foreal, just pick up that phone
Call up one of your girls
When I’m on that kill and I pop that purp
Girl I put in that work
Long as she calling me first
Its 14 racks when I put on that purse
Shit that Birkin bag, make the old dude mad
When I murk through pass in that dark blue?
She like my style but I talk too fast
And I got that drive and she just might crash
Hold up
She say she fucking with me the long way
She gon’ ride this dick I had a long day
Nigga look at my bitch you looking the wrong way
Something mean, look exactly just like the song say

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money.
I go and get it and I let her count it for me.
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me.

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money
That bitch bad looking like a bag of money
I go and get it and I let her count it for me.
I fuck her good and she always ride it for me.

She got me caught up in the moment
She got me caught up in the moment
I only kiss her when she on it
Fuck her good, make her call me in the morning.

[End]
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Burn lyrics - Big Sean Ft. Meek Mill

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Big Sean Feat Meek Mill - Burn lyrics

[Meek Mill]
Chain all V.S. I ain't with the B.S
Catch me in your city riding hard through the B.X
Skinny nigga but I do it Large like a 3X
The last nigga tried to do me wrong umm he checked
Right back to that money slinging O's in the P.Jects
Or prolly catch a molly (????)
Cause we next and we flex like...

[Big Sean]
90PX Working all night no breaks or a recess
Vroom Vroom yeah I know my car sound like a T-Rex
Bitch Im 23 years old and I ain't riding in a Prius
My cousin finished school can't believe he graduated
Threw him 20,000 dollars told his ass congratulations
Cause me... I wasn't made for that shit
But I could probably hire him and who all paid for his shit
And to all the hoes that was dissin' I pray to God that you see me
I'm on a yacht getting hella' high smoking good that seaweed
Bad bitch in her cha-cha grabbing on her chi-chi's
Million dollar deals on my email you mad as hell you ain't CC'ed
Chain all V.S. bitch you knows it's B.S. boy I run my city (end of story)

[Meek Mill]
Nigga P.S. All white Maybach Greenbay they packed
Y'all niggas was snackin''member the hard nights we trappin'
And they say lifes a game of chess you can play checkers all on my jacket
Cause its Damier and we bombs away on y'all big rappers
I say yeah nigga I murder that Panamera inserted back
Niggas say they want beef well where the fuck is my burger at?
I got white was serving that I went to jail ain't going back
I alley oop your bitch off that backboard she throw it back
I slam dunk in that pussy Blake Griffin your ho nigga
Maybach with Ricky Ross my chain rock like I know Jigga
Thats cause I do ho shout out to my new ho
That pussy pink like nuvo and I dog that Kujo

[Hook: Big Sean & Meek Mill]

[Big Sean]
Niggas wanna' talk what they gon' say (gon' say)
I hit the peddle til' that muthafucka' break (til' it break)
Freaky bitches love the money I make
And to live like this you mouthafucka's gotta' pay
So let that shit burn

[Meek Mill]
Let that shit burn I'mma let that shit burn let that shit burn (burn, gasoline)
The roof on fire Im only on fire Im only gettin' higher
All these racks off in my pocket I want bottles I'mma let that shit burn

[Verse 2: Big Sean & Meek Mill]

[Big Sean]
Bitch I had one shot and I ain't blow it
Riding 'til the wheels fall off and they tow it
I got green on top of green damn its looking like I grow it
D-Town the hood behind me like a king cobra.

[Meek Mill]
Burn bitch I let it burn bitch
My money straighter than a muthafuckin' perm bitch
No navigation you can see it is my turn chyea
Shorty give me all that brain still ain't never learned shit.

[Big Sean]
Oh thats your girl damn nigga you ain't learn shit
She naked in my studio Im on that Howard Stern shit...
I swear that mac 10 is my barbell, Finally Famous the cartel.
Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got the new car smell.
Same shit different day I ain't broke no more it's a different day
Don't turn me down I got shit to say my purp' strong like it's liftng weights
It's Sean Don sippin' Chandon I got a bad bitch with them pom pom's
My roley don't tick your shit sound like a time bomb... boom... Lil' bitch!

[End]
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Wale, Meek Mill Ft. French Montana - Actin Up Lyrics

[start]

[Intro]
Yeah, turn the lights on
Yeah, turn the lights on
Yeah, turn the lights on
Turn the lights on

[Hook x2]
These hoes be actin’ up
These hoes be actin’ up
These hoes be actin’ up
And these niggas be lettin’ ‘em

These niggas be lettin’ ‘em
These niggas be lettin’ ‘em
These niggas be lettin’ ‘em
And me, I don’t respect ‘em

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
These hoes be actin’ up
And these nigggas be lettin’ ‘em
I crushed them hoes, I never let them rose
And these niggas be sweatin’ ‘em
Cause I run shit, like Edgerrin
Or better yet, like Rev and them
And on the bottom of my sneaks they red man
And I ain’t talkin’ ’bout no damn Meth and them
They Louis Voutton and I super grind
See these stones, they super shine
I pop the perc, I get super high
And I drill your bitch, Root Canal
I rock Tom Ford, conchords
And I shine on these dime whores
This bitch bought me a rolex
And I still ain’t got no time for her
These hoes be actin’ up
These niggas be actin’ tough
I’m in the phantom, I’m backin’ up
And I’m bust down, but I’m strapped as f-ck
So hold your horses, Polo horses
Aston Martin, we roll in Royces
Real niggas up in the building
Them hoes choose us, ain’t no more choices

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wale]
These hoes be actin’ up
See, me, I don’t practice much
Gold albums from the word of mouth
Gold bottles in the back of us
These Jones be broke as f-ck
Too uptight, they won’t open up
She got her arms folded and her ?
I’m like, what the f-ck is she here fo?
These hoes be actin’ up
These niggas keep wifin’ up
Freeze homie, got me crackin’ up
Never spent no more than a night with her
These hoes be a f-ckin’, Joe
They’ll never say a nigga didn’t warn you though
Cause you can hit my phone like four in the mornin’
And I be like, hah, told you so

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
These hoes be actin’ up
Big bread we rackin’ up
Straight to the back, see you up
Cancel that bitch like, Nino
Ratchet ass ho, don’t play with me
Want to Kobe me, want to Humphrey me
Want to Michael me, Russell me
Take me to the bank and Tiger me
Now these hoes be actin’ up
These clothes ten stacks and up....
These cars 100 racks and up
These drums 100 rounds and up
Bitch, blow me, like a trumpet
Twenty thousand on it, hundreds
F-ck it, hundred, hundred, hundred
Hundred, hundred, hundred, ah!!

[End]
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Rick Ross Ft. Meek Mill - Black Magic Lyrics

[start]

Poof, there go the car,
Poof, there go the crib
Poof, 100 mill, David Copperfield,
David Copperfield, David Copperfield
Poof, there go the car,
Poof, there go the crib
Poof, 100 mill, David Copperfield,
David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Could you knock that hoe
Could you blame that bitch
Cause you wanna roll with a real nigga like me
Then go and suck that dick like hoe to a fiend
Fuck throw on a lean, take long on a perk
Mad hoe on the beam, still money over these hoes
Got whites on my clothes, and blood drips on my sneakers
Nigga you hating on me, she chose
And I ain’t fucking your girl she role
…did everything that she pose
I pull my camera out she posing
And I was like god damn, drop that, pop that
Got a top back, on a drop back, I’m back
In a glock…I’m strapped…
You got that, got that…
Got racks, y’all niggas ain’t bout that, bout that, life

Poof, there go the car,
Poof, there go the crib
Poof, 100 mill, David Copperfield,
David Copperfield, David Copperfield
Poof, there go the car,
Poof, there go the crib
Poof, 100 mill, David Copperfield,
David Copperfield, David Copperfield

Poof, niggas fuck your life
Fuck y’all niggas and fuck ya wife
Got 2 bad bitches with a nigga they know the gonna fuck all night
And I rock whole white
Niggas is game… I pull up on the horse and I’m sitting on force
In a big boy drive, car big boy shot…
All year long got the … on lock
Erytime we in this bitch man she ain’t gonna pop
My hip on glock, your hip on …
My niggas got racks, y’all niggas be fronting
Red cartier, red bottom bitch
Red bottoms on her
Hair long as shit, hold up
Yellow gold rub, yellow bone…whole … main nigga !

Poof, there go the car,
Poof, there go the crib
Poof, 100 mill, David Copperfield,
David Copperfield, David Copperfield.
Poof, there go the car,
Poof, there go the crib
Poof, 100 mill, David Copperfield,
David Copperfield, David Copperfield...

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

[start]

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

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

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

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

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

[Hook: Jeremih]

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

[End]
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