Fat Joe Ft. Kanye West, Miguel - Pride N Joy Lyrics

[start]

[Intro]
And even if she’s all about the money I don’t really care
I got a lot of money it’s enough of it that we can share
And even if she’s all about the money I don’t really care
I got a lot of money it’s enough of it that we can share
You’re still my pride and joy

[Verse 1: Fat Joe & Kanye West]
Court side at the Knick game, who the don?
Plus I worked on your kick game, Louboutin
Berkin bags made of python
She a beautiful nightmare (Turn the lights on)
So I could see that ass
Workin’ Martin Louie, the king (She free at last)
(Word to my nigga Joe Crack, you let her hold some stacks)
Yeah, before we go to the club she wanna go to Sacchs
I let her get the gold card, I’mma hold her black
(I let her get the black card, I couldn’t hold her back)
Cause back in the back yard she used to hold the crack
So I cut them other hoes off like the couldesac

[Hook: Roscoe Dash (Fat Joe)]
I ain’t never felt like this, I need some more (Now how cold is that?)
You gon’ have to show me more, but you still my pride n joy
What’s goin’ on with me and you is real for sure
But you gon’ have to show me more, but you still my pride n joy
You’re still my pride and joy

[Verse 2: Fat Joe]
I ate dinner after, share with another, yo
She love women and she keeps it under cover, yo
And I love women, so she brings them under covers, yo
Fight then we fuck again, I swear I really love her though
Don’t wanna be a player, help her find another Joe
Just to prove I love her, I use rubbers on my other hoes
And if she ever find out it’d be another blow
And that only me that I’mma have to hit another store
Spend another knot, hit another lot
That’s how you know if you are in love or not
Bought her moms a whip on Mother’s Day
Now I gotta get her the same whip her mother got,,

[Hook]
I ain’t never felt like this, I need some more (Now how cold is that?)
You gon’ have to show me more, but you still my pride n joy
What’s goin’ on with me and you is real for sure
But you gon’ have to show me more, but you still my pride n joy
You’re still my pride and joy ....

[Intro x4]
And even if she’s all about the money....
I don’t really care, yeah
I got a lot of money
It’s enough of it that we can share, share,,

[End]
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Fat Joe Ft. Lil Wayne - Make It Rain Lyrics

[start]

[Chorus:]
Yeah I'm in this bitch with the terror
Got a handful of stacks
better grab an umbrella
I make it rain (I make it rain)
I'm in this bitch with the terror
got a handful of stacks
Better grab an umbrella
I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes, I make it rain (I make it rain)
I make it rain on them hoes...

[Fat Joe:]
Cr-Cr-Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack, Crack
you hear the Echo, man I seen the best go, 'cause he ain't have that metal
I'm a Hustler's Hustler, A Pusher's Pusher
you a busta a custerma, I get you sum cooka
Yeah, Crack is a chemist, I pack a 11, I mack in a 7, I'll clap at your reverend
I see you in NY, I'll send you an invite, you're gonna need you a pass that's the code that we live by...

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe:]
OWWWW, Clap, Clap, Clap, Gotta make that ass
Clap, Gotta make that ass,
Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Clap, Gotta make that ass
Clap, Gotta make that ass
Clap!

Now why's everybody so mad at the south for?
Change your style up.. switch 2 southpaw
Jada I was listening (listening), so I made him a anthem 2 make some divendens
Lil mama try 2 hit me with the Shoulder Lean, This Cootco Crack and I control the team...
Couple bricks stacked up on that triple beam, my dirty bro' sipping that promethazeen
That Gonja Green that Cali Weed, a nigga lose his life try roll on me
Now, yup, yup we get it, no if's, and's about it
And the rain keep falling even when it's draughted.

[Chorus]

[Fat Joe:]
Owwwww mami's body is banging, man, she got it, man, she does it all
She gets it popping with no hands, I'll make it pour
I'll make it rain on 'em I'll lay a game to 'em.
I'm gassing misses to tattoo my name on 'em..
Gotta get that baby love, gotta get my paper up
Gotta suspect me, exactly test this crack and want a ring on us
And you know what it is, yo, it's them powder kids
And we know how 2 bizz, so we don't give a shit.

[End]
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Fat Joe Feat. Chris Brown - Another Round Lyrics

[start]

[Chris Brown - Hook]
Don’t you be holding back, your love
Don’t you be holding back
Don’t you be holding back, your love
Don’t you be holding back
Cuz in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round
Only girl you’ll want another round, another round
I used to want you, and her and her and her and you and her and her
I used to want you, and her and her and her
All I want, all I want...!

Shawty got a mean walk, a mean shoe game
The bitch badder than any bitch that you name
I’m talking Janet, maybe ?
Come on !

[Verse 1 - Fat Joe]
Quit playing girl you know that you want it
I can tell just by the way you push it out and flaunt it you bad
Something like dirty diana, body dope as heron
And the sex off the handle..
Your ex couldn’t beat it, I hit it like a frito
And since I lost some weight you say I got a big ego
It’s too strong, you said the drive stick
Well baby just peel off...
Loving how it lasts long, Leave the sheets gushy
F-ck you with the mask on, halloween p-ssy
Your body shivers and troubles with each and every stroke
P-ssy wetter than ever, enough to sink a boat...

[Chris Brown - Hook]

[Verse 2 - Fat Joe (Chris Brown)]
Never hesitate, purchasing in every state
Transported in foreign cars to larg estates
(So believe me, you know you wanna come on girl)
(As long as we can kick it with your home girl)
Had two on one fast break that’s a slam dunk
I know you want it, I can take you where ya man won’t
Champs, Alize, think Rolls Royce...
Yellow Nuvo and Pink ?

[Chris Brown - Hook]

[Chris Brown - Bridge]
Girl you got tha bomb thing on I can’t resist
I’mma light some candles girl and then tie up your wrists
Then i’m licking chocolate right off your stomach
Baby you ain’t handled freaky sh-t like this...
And I start dripping ice down ya spine (oh oh)
And make you mine...
And now you’re telling all your girls I done tore it up
So don’t be mad that they all want me, there’s room for all of us
[End]

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