Kanye West ft. Pusha-T - Take One for the Teamlyrics

Lyrics : Kanye West - Take One for the Team
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[start]


[Pusha T - Chorus]
Doing my thing, pocket full of green
hand on my d-ck in my thousand dollar jeans
your girl a Queen, my girl a thing
you know what though? I'mma take, I'mma take this one for the team

[Kanye West]
I'mma take this one for the team
GOOD music
yeah you know what
I figured out I'm not a nice guy
I shook hands, kissed babies gave it a nice try
you know what I hate pictures of other peoples kids
I hate plastic couches in other peoples cribs
I hate when other peoples crib's smell like sh-t
I hate when I leave, I smell like the crib
whats the cause of the poor smell?
she said "I just cleaned up baby I can't tell"
why every ghetto b-tch gotta smell like Love Spell
or that God-damn cucumber bath and body works
I can still smell the sweat the sh-t hardly works
what about Cool Water that sh-t probably worse
is he a classic like the Ladi Dadi verse
and my man probably hollered at the hottie first
I score, he took the charge
ooooh, that sh-t gotta hurt

[Pusha T - Chorus]

[Pusha T]
Nevermind me, 'Ye have fun
if the cops ask, thats my gun
that's my weed, anything you need
I'mma take, I'mma take, I'mma take this one for the team
one fat ass, one flat ass
n-gga hit the switcheroo on my black ass
ever seen Joe's jeans on a jackass
and my b-tch got on tights with a tac ass
I'm a fly n-gga and I carry on
with the bottles of that Rose and Perignon
ever seen how a kingpin carry's on
dookie chain and a herringbone
real sh-t, gotta feel this
first class flights baby that's a field trip
double date don't cooperate, kill switch
f-ck me and my man, you a real b-tch

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
Ladies and gentleman
it's G.O.O.D music in the house
and we got Keri

[Keri Hilson]
All I know you the one that I heard about
know you work your way up through word of mouth
plus I'mma have to test you in and out
it's a dirty job but sometimes you gotta take it for the team
take it for the team
take it for the team
take it for the team

(I like your mentality baby)

[Cyhi The Prynce]
I'm blowing on stinky that come in a jar
I'm playing with her kitty later come in the car
she a red bone but her cousin is dark
a little out of shape but you'll f-ck in the dark
until she start complaining 'bout her feet hurt
I'm trying f-ck, she talking she wanna eat first
I'm like why did this b-tch have to bring her
I'm tryna get her back to the nest so I can sting her
so I hit Big Sean on the ringer
I said I gotta chick for you that'd like a singer
on a scale of 1-10 she's a 15?er
meaner, shoulda seen a n-gga face when he seen her
he said the b-tch wasn't pretty enough to finger
though on my team she will be a fifth stringer
I said I got the fine one and the beamer
I'm the point guard and I need wing...

[Keri Hilson]
take it for the team
take it for the team
take it for the team

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]
GOOD Friday's,
it's the n-gga they love to hate
but all the bad model b-tches they love to date
you need to check my swag and get up to date
check check my swag and get up to date

we in the bathroom now, she get her back blew out
she can't clean but I bet she got a vacuum mouth
and I bet I'm gon sweat her Vidal Sassoon out
her friend buss it, God damn it, bought the Racoon out
for the team, ugh

Like we always do at this time
Like, Like we always do at this time
I go for, I got to....
Like we always do at this time
Like we always do at this time
go for, I go to
Like we always do at this time
Like we always do at this time
Southside, we gon set this party off right!
this time,
this time, yeah yeah!
Mike Dean on the keys, hey!
they love to hate, bad model b-tches they love to date
you need to check my swag and get up to date
check check check my swag and get up to date
ey, its the man they love to hate
but all the bad model b-tches they love to date
they need to check my swag and get up to date
check check check my swag and get, ugh, hey!


[End]
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Pusha-T ft The Dream – Exodus 23:1 Lyrics

[start]

[Pusha T - Chorus]
Beef is best served like steak, well done get a gun to your face, bitch nigga
Beef will have you praying to God, move your kids have you hiding your mom
Beef is when you hide behind them other niggas, but they ain’t killas
They ain’t pulling them triggas, fuck nigga
Beef will have you keying our cars, heart broke yours don’t look like ours

[The-Dream - Hook]
Them niggas aint dying for you
Them niggas aint dying for you
(Throwing that flag up, thinking you hot shit taking half of everything you get)
Them niggas aint dying for you
Them niggas aint dying for you
And we know that

[Pusha T - Verse 1]
Contract all fucked up, I guess that means you’re all fucked up
You signed to one niggaa, that signed to another nigga, that signed to three niggas, now that’s bad luck
Damn that shit even the odds now, you better off selling this hard now
You call that living out your dreams?
You can’t fly without your wings, you get it
Jeremy Scott’s all camouflage, you can’t hide it from yourself career sabotage
I was really in that Travelodge, you just lying through your catalogues
Where the blood and the battle scars, we the ones the judge juggling them gavel’s on.
Put me to the body nigga, first 48 put us to them bodies
Round here we don’t play that, A-to-the-K that, spray that, lay back
You can keep your beats nigga, we much rather shed your bitch nigga, bitch nigga
3 million can’t hide that, it shows in the homes I done tried that
That’s why you’ll never be my neighbors, smile as you waving but we know you niggas hate us....
Fuck you playing games for, don’t be scared get everything you came for.
They got you talking that big shit, little do you know we don’t miss shit
Them niggas using you as a pawn, you see they never loaded their guns
Now you out here all by yourself, ask Steve Jobs wealth don’t buy health
Yeeeah!

[Pusha T - Chorus]
Beef is best served like steak, well done get a gun to your face, bitch nigga
Beef will have you praying to God, move your kids have you hiding your mom
Beef is when you hide behind them other niggas, but they ain’t killas
They ain’t pulling them triggas, fuck nigga
Beef will have you keying our cars, heart broke yours don’t look like ours...

[The-Dream - hook]
Them niggas aint dying for you.
Them niggas aint dying for you.
(Throwing that flag up, running round, you hot shit, taking half of everything you get)
Yeah, them niggas aint dying for you
Them niggas aint dying for you
(And we know that)

[End]
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New God Flow Lyrics- Kanye West ft. Pusha T

[start]

[Kanye West]
Now hold up, I ain’t tryna stunt man
But these Yeezy’s jumped over the jumpman
Went from most hated to the new God flow
I guess that’s a feeling only me and Lebron know
I’m living 3 dreams, Biggie Smalls, Dr. Kings, Rodney Kings
Uh, cause we can’t get along, no resolution
Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
All money, you sold your soul
Nah man, mad people was frontin’
God damn, we made it here from nothing
Picture worth your whole life, and it can’t cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like the uncle that touched you
What has the world come to?
I’m from the 312, where cops don’t come through, and dreams don’t come through
Like where did God go, in his Murcielago
Went from working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
Even got enough to get his mama a condo
People came shot him in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you feel you Sunday service
I got green in my eyes, follow this Eric Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane..
Did Noah make the arc when I made it rain
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame
And went today to make the new Jesus Chains
In Jesus name, let the choir say
I’m on fire ayy, that’s what Richard Pryor Say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dopeboy you know, they admire Ye’!

[End]
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Pusha T Ft. Swizz Beatz – In This Ho (Lambo) Lyrics

[start]

[Intro: swizz beatz]
If you got a whip outside right now (right now)
And you really about that life
Put your keys in the air right now, damn!

[hook]
That louie, my cologne when i’m ridin’ in that lambo
Assault rifles in the back like rambo
Ridin’ in that lambo, ridin’ in that lambo
Assault rifles in the back like rambo
Oh my god i’m in this ho
Oh my god i’m in this ho
Oh my god i’m, oh my god i’m
Oh my god i’m in this ho
In this ho, i’m in this ho
Oh my god i’m in this ho
Oh my god i’m, oh my god i’m
Oh my god i’m in this ho (wait a minute)
That louie my cologne when i’m ridin’ in that lambo
Assault rifles in the back like rambo
(talk to ‘em pusha)

[verse 1: pusha t]
Woah, i’m pullin’ up in that shit (damn)
Four fifty eight on that bitch
Doors liftin’ up on that shit
Ho, you see the shit on my wrist?
Oh my god i’m in this ho, oh my god i’m in this ho
Yeah i’m fuckin’ that centerfold.
Fuck you all in my business for?
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ dough
You ain’t talkin’ ’bout gettin’ more
Lakers heat, camera seats
That’s the difference between rich and poor
Recognize i jeopardize that top spot and they testify
They ate first and i’m next in line
We back to back and he pass baton
I point my chest at that finish line
This art money, this renaissance
My chain heavy, it’s winning time
See all colors, this benetton...

[hook]

[verse 2: swizz beatz]
Vroom, vroom, i ride around like this
Swizz, i’m back up on my shit
Haters, got to suck the dick
Agh, y’all can get them clips
I’m ridin’ ’round in that countach
Candy paint on that countach
White seats on that countach
Have you ever seen a countach?
Red farm i’m in red action
Came back i’m like michael jackson
Woo! Michael jackson
Wait a minute, let me slow it down
For you dumb niggas that slower down
Damn, damn, i just crashed it
But i’m ’bout to get another one you little bastards...


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

[start]

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

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

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

[Hook]

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

[Hook]

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

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

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

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