Kelly Rowland feat. Big Sean - Lay It On Me Lyrics

Lyrics:

Lay it on me, baby
Lay it on me, oh
Lay it on me
Lay it on me, baby
Lay it on me, oh
Lay it on me

Lay it on me, put it down on me, oh
Put your hands on my body
Lay it on me, Lay it on me, now
Lay it on me…

[Kelly Rowland]

What time do you get out? I wanna see you tonight
What time would you be? I wanna hold you tonight
I wanna just kiss you now, I wanna just touch you now
I wanna just give you all my love tonight

And tell ‘em you’ll be here in the morning, oh no
And tell you little friends that you’re rolling solo
Tonight boy make my body go…oh!
Lay it on me…

[Chorus]

Lay it on me, baby
Lay it on me, oh
Lay it on me
Lay it on me, baby
Lay it on me, oh
Lay it on me

Lay it on me, put it down on me, oh
Put your hands on my body
Lay it on me, Lay it on me, now
Lay it on me…

[Kelly Rowland]

I don’t wanna end like wait up,
Cause i’mma enjoy the ride
And I know when you show up, imma be satisfied
So come, come lay me down
One more time around
Boy just get me all that love tonight

And tell ‘em you’ll be here in the morning, oh no
And tell you little friends that you’re rolling solo
Tonight boy make my body go…oh!

Lay it on me…

[Chorus]

Lay it on me, baby
Lay it on me, oh
Lay it on me
Lay it on me, baby
Lay it on me, oh
Lay it on me

Lay it on me, put it down on me, oh
Put your hands on my body
Lay it on me, Lay it on me, now
Lay it on me…

[Bridge]

Lay it down, down, down, down
Lay it down, down, down, down
Lay it down, down, down, down…

[Big Sean]

The king of the californian king, you gotta call me sir
Watch me lay it down, and I ain’t even tired
Put it working and I ain’t even hired
Hidden high low, neighbours thought you joined the choir
You drop it, and ride with it, cuz she know that i’m liking it
Turn my lap into a show, for an aspen o’day just writing it
Tryin’ clone that, uh!, just have a menage with it
Just a red light special, but I swear no stopping this
She ain’t let go, she let go, so shorty bring it back
Call my d*ck curiosity ’cause it killed the cat
And satisfaction brought it back
Girl’s your world, i’m just chillin’ on the nap, saying

[Chorus]

Lay it on me, baby
Lay it on me, oh
Lay it on me
Lay it on me, baby
Lay it on me, oh
Lay it on me

Lay it on me, put it down on me, oh
Put your hands on my body
Lay it on me, Lay it on me, now
Lay it on me…

Lloyd feat. Lil Wayne & Andre 3000 – Dedication To My Ex (Miss That) Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Lil Wayne]
Hey ya
I came to talk about this girl that had my love
See
I went away for a while
And she gave my love away, huh
I really shouldn’t blame her
But now that p-ssy is a stranger

[Lloyd]
Baby, something’s on my mind I gotta say it
Yeah, Your p-ssy done changed
It aint the same girl and thats a shame
(A crying shame baby)
Ooohhhhh, aint being funny
I know another bee’s been in that honey
Ooh, baby, that p-ssy done changed
It’s such a shame girl and thats a shame
(who the hell you giving my loving to girl?)

Oooh Nooo
Tell me where that p-ssy gone
Oooh Nooo
Cause it don’t feel the same no more
(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)

Oooh Nooo
(how you do me like that baby?)
Oooh Nooo
Why is this happening to me?
Oooh Nooo
She told me that it was my p-ssy

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, good p-ssy, that p-ssy, bye p-ssy)
Oooh Nooo
Yeah yeah yeah yeh
She, she used to be a really special lady
I guess she’s feeling kinda freaky lately
It’s such a shame cause now the p-ssy’s changed
(My p-ssy changed)
She used to squeeze me
Grip me tight enough so she could please me
But nah-nah, that p-ssy changed

It’s such a shame, that p-ssy changed
Oooh Nooo
Where did your p-ssy go?
(Where is it at baby)
Oooh Nooo
Cause girl, I need to know

(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
Oooh Nooo
You see it was on some old one of a kind type of shit baby
Oooh Nooo
I’ma about to kill this bitch
Oooh Nooo
She gave away all my shit
(I miss that p-ssy, this p-ssy, new p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
Oooh Nooo
Yeah, yeah, yeh

[Andre 3000]
Damn, darling, do change your oil
I’m your number fan belt they are not important
I don’t use a cordless, microphone, avoid em
They don’t feel real to me
Meaning real woman
Others built on me
You the primer on the lime bean green box
When I couldn’t afford a Ford
Clean sox scootin’ across the floor in your grandmama house
Hand on your mouth
You yap too much about the Penny-Ante
This mechanic’s so uncanny, X-men, X-men
Your ex boyfriend should thank me that I took you off his hands
Know I can bring another beach to the sand
And know I am well aware that you can bring a man to his knees
and get what you need without saying please
But can you bring a man to his feet when defeat is on repeat
And they put this man’s Grammy’s on the street?
What? Why so quiet?
Hate that all of our memories happened in a Hyatt?
You were perfect before you went on a diet
You was way thicker, you think I don’t remember
Shit, the magazine got to your head
Now somebody you don’t even know got you in bed
Betcha buddy dont even know you don’t like red
Or was it fuchsia, f-ck it, Our future is dead.

[Lil Wayne]
I thought the p-ssy cat had 9 lives man?

Oooh Nooo
Yeah yeah yeah
(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
Oooh Nooo
Ohhhhhh
Oooh Nooo
I’m about to kill this bitch
Oooh Nooo
She gave away all my shit
(I miss that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy, that p-ssy)
Oh noooooo
Yeah, yeah, yeh
Ahahahaha
I miss ya girl

(F-ck dat bitch!)

Nikki Jean ft. Lupe Fiasco & Black Thought - Million Star Hotel Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Intro: lupe fiasco]
good day sir
if you need anything let us know
hope you enjoy your stay

[hook: nikki jean]
lord knows i've been lower
locked underneath the cellar door
i've been bent til i broke but never more
you might ask why i'm smiling
with empty pockets can't you tell
diamond shine in the midnight sky
and the world is my million star motel

[verse 2: lupe fiasco]
l-u-p i'm back where the beat at
love always shines every time i see that
hugging the track if you're under attack
and you're stuck, i'll be back in your arms like a relapse
take you out the lobby, put you where a suite at
sweet you ain't gotta check, gotta bring the key back
keep that do not disturb on the door
this … where infidels creep at
in a room where the lovers don't cheat at
concierges, room service
complimenting mini-bar, you ain't reserve this
but you deserve this, and we all agree that
house-keep let you sleep where you dream at
and if you need new dreams we can bring that
this the w-o-r-l-d
anytime, anything where nikki jean at

[hook: nikki jean]
god bless not-believers
they teach the dreamers how to fly
love and hate fuel the fire inside their eyes
the suits and the schemers
can't see beyond what they can sell
diamond shine in the midnight sky
being kept by a million star motel

[verse 4: black thought]
checked into a room with a view
one brick wall, one portrait of you
still feel like i was walking into
a place more blessed than the less fortunate do
but, it couldn't be more far from the truth
spot look small, not far from the booth
and the basement not far from the roof
and the whole staff look way darker than blue
but, i'm not really wanting for too much
i could feel like a millionaire with a few bucks
whether in black chucks or a new tux
some take note but never give two fucks
whether wu-tang clan or the klu-klux
wonder how the world gon' handle the new stuff
find true love, that's my new drug
nikki jean get the orchestra cued up

[hook: nikki jean]
you might ask why i'm smiling
with empty pockets can't you tell
diamond shine in the midnight sky
and the world is my million star motel!!!

Jennifer Lopez - Starting Over Lyrics and Download

Lyrics:

he's alright
he's all wrong
he's a player
he's a dog
he's my friend
he's my foe
i just can't leave him, i can't go
i got my reasons
i got my pride
i got these kids
we got these ties
had this love
had these dreams
falling apart at the seams

he's my man when we're at home
and it can't hurt if i don't know
all his secrets all his lies
i just kep pushing-em out my mind
i wish that everybody would stop judging
pointing fingers its cutting
and no better, feeling so bad

i gotta make decisions
i'm strong but who am i kidding, i'll be okay
but this love is tearing me in half

nobody wants to be the one breaking up
i'm down on my knees and praying for his love
i'm im love
i'm still in love
i just don't think that it's enough
i can feel ot getting colder
i'm afraid of starting over

he makes me feel like a child
he males me happy when he smiles
he makes me sad, makes me mad
want to give him all i have
and i have tried to treat him good
show support like i should
did my part, he my heart
and i've been faithful from the start

he's my man when we're at home
and it can't hurt if i don't know
all his secrets all his lies
i just keep pushing-em out my mind
i wish that everybody would stop judging
pointing finger sits cutting
my heart is broken
and no better, feeling so bad

i gotta make decisions
i'm strong but who am i kidding, i'll be okay
but this love is tearing me in half

nobody wants to be the one breaking up
i'm down on my knees and praying for his love
i'm in love
i'm still in love
i just don't think that it's enough
i can feel it getting colder
i'm afraid of starting over

to save this life
we built together
we need another chance
it's like my whole life
and my existence
he holds in his hands

nobody wants to be the one breaking up
i'm down on my knees and praying for his love
i'm in love
i'm still in love
i just don't think thats it's enough
i can feel it getting colder
the time has come for starting over!!!!

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Wiz Khalifa feat. Curren$y & Big Sean - O.T.T.R Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]
They saying, it’s bout time some real niggas made it
And when I go outside they sayin’ I’m famous
And some don’t understand but listen close and you’ll find out
I’m running through the ground, you smell the kush when I ride out
I’m moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
I travel across seas where women are gorgeous
And niggas know it’s us, we make it tough to mistake it
Just let me roll it up and when it’s stuffed we blaze it
Then we off to the races

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Starsky and Hutch minus the fuzz
Me and Spitta stick together like… huh!
Cotton and mud, some chicks countin’ up buds
Mouth got cotton prol from the drug
Lot of pot in my process love?
Don’t hate a nigga cause I’m blessed
Judge me by my progress bruh!
I obsess with every dollar I get
F-ck you think we made it out the projects for
The object is to make money and get the most from it
And more money, cause more money aint enough of it
I know niggas who had money and let it go to nothing
Just blow money and aint got nothin to show for it
That’s f-cking stupid!
Same as my diamonds and the fact I’m buying all this new shit
Made a million a way a nigga grind’ll be a blueprint
I’m talkin’ champagne shit
Audemar Tailor Made shit
Look at my jackets, say “hand made” bitch

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Curren$y - Verse 2]
And I’ma Pimp C
Leaning in my ride like I Bun B
Sittin’ tall on my chrome seat but I’m blowin the c?
My girl in the sheet fast asleep
I’m in the street after the chedder
Peddlin’ melodies, purchasin’ better things
On the road to the riches I done drove over n-ggas
My n-gga we major, we been major since independant
Made it to what they sayin, we made it but we aint handed
We too busy gettin it
Hound dog sniffin’ it out
Twistin’ a whole pound celebratin’ the fact that
Them wack fools had it but this here’s the take back
And them haters can’t hate that
Salute me from across a crowded club
Homie, I take that as love
Real n-gga shit the only thing I’m dealing with slim
Bitch you know that I’m the only reason you still in this club
Get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]

[Big Sean - Verse 3]
Yellin’ “suck a dick or die hoe”
See your main bitch is my side hoe
Smokin’ top shelf on the top flo’
I’m a boss bitch
I take my time and get a pronto?
You probably f-ckin’ around doing some shit I aint got time fo’
P-ssy boy!

F-ck you and your hoe anatomy bitch
My nuclear like an academy bitch
It’s Finally Famous the Faculty bitch
Killin’ these niggas no casualties
Money and weed is a real nigga salary
Man, these rappers sound like me and
Honestly that shit is so flattering bitch
(thank you, thank you, thank you)
You want me to slip up and fall
Crash, burn, but I just keep pissin’ them off
I got movies to make
I got women to call
I got deals on the table
I can’t be dealin’ with y’all
(Nigga)
Rather crash parties and burn money
And if you pick the ashes up you still can’t earn from me
Bottom line is, I never wait in line bitch
And I’m rollin’ King Kush, I’m your Royal Highness

[Wiz Khalifa - Chorus]!!!

Gilbere Forte' ft. Tyga & Raak - Burn Me Down Lyrics and Download

Lyrics:

Look up in the sky fuck a plane i am higher than
Swell Od from a theme i am inspiring
No hoes bar for your drills would you die for them
Kill for them put them on a line broke them down
And rebuilt with them you haters jump the roof and find destiny
With your face down me an tiger burn down before we burn them down
Brave a fire flame you can spot a lighter
Watch me who i say i am hotter than now you know who they hate now
I am awake now i am forever dreaming you down
You have been sleeping stuck in the pipe drain
But you was destined to be in nightmares on Elm street
Is where he meets his demons
I am on the ride never fall from the God so when i woke up
To the pain reality is just the same
The eyes tell the truth they see it all
If you blind them papa still around
I am gonna be the one to rock on

Chorus
Step into this life where i wanna be me
All the fucking things that i dreamed off
I am here now so what else can you tell me now
I am here now mother fucker
Yeah i have been sitting on the clouds
Try to make you proud the mother fuckers wanna burn me down
Tell me why the mother fuckers wanna burn me down
Tell me why the mother fuckers wanna
Burn me down .. around run you down

.. automatic run to your pocket down
Bounce get out of bounce
Boy don’t you fuck around
Round Mary go round roll the weed ...
.. flowers to mothers and daughters
Your money about to get .. holly matrimonies
Take it from me break your leg
Now they call you Tommy
.. your face now you are the really Tommy
Crazy chemist in the lab he will laugh on me
Put your face into the glass talk you fast
Body let it rock pillow .. put your ass
Put your blood up in the flat
Is the type of shit that i am gonna do
Never want it you i am smoking fools
I over laugh and i over do
One .. mother fuckers ..

Chorus
Step into this life where i wanna be me
All the fucking things that i dreamed off
I am here now so what else can you tell me now
I am here now mother fucker
Yeah i have been sitting on the clouds
Try to make you proud the mother fuckers wanna burn me down
Tell me why the mother fuckers wanna burn me down
Tell me why the mother fuckers wanna

You can bring the flames i am gonna bring the storm
Knock them down one at a time right bomb
You are quit calm i am sitting of the loans
Pussy here .. watch it quite far
Bitch try to burn me down
Here is my .. mother fucker
I go to another life no money can find
Try to take my bitch fin your wife
.. before i dice it money ain’t shit
Is a lot to make it rich
Got a pocket full of dreams
That you can never sleep on
Do a lot with money mother fucker
Get your sneeze on life is a flat shit
That i am gonna .. some D-s on
Your life is a dirty hoe ...
You are all news fuck the past years
I am a new clothes you are stuck into my last years
This is now i am stuck up in the clouds
You can keep te mother fucking ground
I am burning the castle down

Chorus
Step into this life where i wanna be me
All the fucking things that i dreamed off
I am here now so what else can you tell me now
I am here now mother fucker
Yeah i have been sitting on the clouds
Try to make you proud the mother fuckers wanna burn me down
Tell me why the mother fuckers wanna burn me down
Tell me why the mother fuckers wanna!!!

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Lil Wayne - Tunechi's Back (Freestyle) Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Intro]
Man, fuck these niggas

[Hook]
Tunechi’s back, Tunechi’s back
That's all these bitches screaming that Tunechi’s back
All eyes on me, nigga picture how I’m rolling
Strapped up with that mac, masked up like a goalie
Mad my bitch on that coke, she snorted 4 and a baby
Now the bitch on/owe me, she selling pussy and pay me
They sayin’ Tunechi’s back, Tunchi’s back
And I bought them twins with me nigga, click and clack, let's go

[Verse]
Out on bail, work on the scale
Put some change on your head boy, you're on sale
Yeah I'll see you in hell, pop-pop get well
Make breakfast cause I got, you walking on egg shells
Zan with that lean, I ain't a begging muthafucka
But nigga please and I aim this muthafucka
At your memories and all my niggas bloods
But we make you niggas bleed, yeah, bloody Mary
I’m the one with the money so I ain't the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
I’m triple O.G., Fucus splitting the sweet
Fuck bitches get money, mission complete
Man fuck these niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'em
These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out 'em
Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madonna
But I ain't trippin, her head is a monster
Yeah, we do this for real
Swear to God I never shoot unless I’m shooting to kill
Young wild muthafucka, pop you and a pill
Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
You a dead man, I get to poppin’ this bitch
Watch where your head land
I ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a head stand
I’m a dog ho, camo cargo’s, semi auto’s
My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait 'til my album drop!!!!

Laws feat. Mimi - Incredible Lyrics

Lyrics:

Incredible!
It’s a new era, era!
Yeah, yeah!
Well, I ain’t not them!
They’ve got diamonds, I’ve got gems
Magazine is a whack, I am top ten
But even if they’re wrong I’m still

Chorus:
I give him something incredible,
And make him believe in life,
Something for the happy days
And even the lonely nights!
I get him something incredible!

You all singing, your girl like it,
I started doing me, and not the whole world like it!
..fame got its price,
But ..in hotel rooms, priceless
We call room service, tell ‘em we need a first aid for two nurses,
Haters come in all shapes, I hope you all die,
That’s what you call fate!
Someone get his number, make sure to call..
He said it’s underline, that’s why I call…
So let your little friends at the mall…
They gonna die broke, I’mma get ‘em…

Chorus:
I give him something incredible,
And make him believe in life,
Something for the happy days
And even the lonely nights!
I get him something incredible!

Yeah, well, but …
And I can have you removed, but your chick stay
Me and her we’re about to have a fight….
This a new era, double Ds, I’mma let her get a new pair of,
I work my way from the bottom couldn’t do it fairer,
I’m only trying to beat me, I don’t want to scare you.
I’m a product of…
Cause I don’t feel nothing, but I’m still calm,
If that’s rap’s new school, I’m good whale hunting
Are you the baddest on the Earth?
I go and put my flag on your turf, I’ve been dragged to the dirt.
But still can’t outshine you, your.. remind me!

Chorus:
I give him something incredible,
And make him believe in life,
Something for the happy days
And even the lonely nights!
I get him something incredible!

I give him, I give him, I give him something incredible!
And make him believe in life,
Something for the happy days
And even the lonely nights!
I get him something incredible!
Gotta give him something incredible
Make him believe in life
Something for the happy days
And even the lonely nights!!!!

Gilbere Forte feat. Freeway - Winner Lyrics

Winner Lyrics:

I’m a winner, most of y’all never heard of me
This is my chance, my shot, 3rd degree
Give me life of what y’all mean to me
Close your eyes and experience me
For all that you are meant to be
Meant to be or mentally free
These niggers kill me
Starring death in the eye with a smell of fear to me
Hands free how you feeling me
Music is my life and god is engineering me
Come are you hearing me?
The life you pursue to me it’s just a memory
If it wasn’t with it then tell me when it’s gonna be
If I cried now my tears will be the …
Struggle with the muscle with … and inconsistency
If you are a winner fuck who all pretend to be
Moving like … never lose sight despite of what your vision see
Understand what I am, mobility

Cause I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
Cause I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner

Yeah, I’m a winner all summer all winter
I am up handling bizness I let chores slumber
If I wanna know I read it I’m the child wonder
Used to move birds flow hot as the phoenix
I am close to your vent on low pro tires
Women and liars give me brains they are geniuses
Who would think switching up the flow would change the scenery?
I found myself often stuck in traffic I like the scenic mode
Niggers … bmw, rugers, german machineries
I’m a winner not because y’all nigger’s losers
But I’m a winner simply cause this was I choose to be

I … rock … only do freezer flow hoty flow fluently
And we do this like we do it
Cause we do it for the block man
… but we move … to the top

Cause I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
Cause I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner

Oh, the truth is I’m winning from all aspects
Dividing what I want from how I value my assets
Surprising when I’m on when most of you all throw your towels in
High I’m a thousand that Asia but new hope
Clear enough to see in a cloud of black smoke
I am cancer to you devils intended to black folks
A rebel in the eye of focus stunt in my growth
Power shot from the cannon most scaring to die for
I’m looking up in the sky to see if the god knows
The destiny that I chose
To be the leader of the life of those who lack soul
Made a force speed with me
Cause that times I needed
No chain on my neck to …black jesus
…star wars, fighting for forms of …
…when I emphasize my actual meaning, my purpose …

Cause I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
Cause I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner
I know I’m a winner, I know I’m a winner!!!!

Young Buck – Addicted Lyrics

Lyrics:

I love gettin money homie
Real talk - legal or illegal
Just addicted to gettin money

I try so hard to survive
Making money
Nothing but money on my mind
So ridiculous
I'll be hustling til I die
Family first, I love my wife
I'm so addicted

[Verse 1 - Young Buck]
Addicted to getting money from the bottom of the barrel
I'm coming up for air
Got my hands in so many things that's keeping me right here
Spending time with my family, I'm fighting for my freedom
Y'all falling in love, I'm trying to fuck 'em and leave 'em
I've got my mind on a million, shawty, now let that be the reason
How about I buy you a house and we just call it even?
My partner told me he had a plug, I couldn't believe him
Cause he be lying, but this time he practice what he preaching
I love to see these young niggas shine
And me there eating
I hate to see the young niggas testify
Now let that be the reason
We be selling dope and thieving
Taking these grams around
Turn the hood to a video for MTV Jams
Rappers ain't clever no more
Oh you forgot who I am?
Cause I've been boxing with Uncle Sam
Blocking in my brother's land
Selling dope out my mama's house
Almost got my mother slammed
My definition of going to Hell
I'm addicted to money nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
The trap bang and the set boom
I'm from where niggas get shot and show off their flesh wounds
I'm from where niggas get killed and whoever next to em
And bitches fight at the funeral trying to get next to them
He let the X do him
A small pill got 'em all killed
How they own supply, they never knew em
Just heard the gunfire
Lost in the money, and I can't find my way out
It won't work, she complains when I stay out
I can't leave, one move, I boom the yay out
And fuck the other baby-daddies and what they about
Pregnant bitch, mane, call the police on me
You can have the baby, just can't have me shawty
I guess it's me and this paper and bitch I'm cool with it
You gotta lose it just to find out what to do with it
You gotta use it just to find out how two did it
I still do it and dunn it
Addicted to money, it's Buck !!!!

Nas - Nasty Lyrics

Lyrics:

Yeah, word
Got some Remy Martin
Some good-ass cigars
Check it out

Ayo, late night
Candlelight
Fiend wit'
Diesel
In his needle
Queensbridge leader
No equal
I come from the Wheel
Of Ezekiel
To pop
Thousand-dollar bot-
tles of scotch
Smoke pot
And heal the people
Any rebuttal
To what I utter
Get box-cuttered
Count how many bad honeys I slutted
It's a high number
Name a nigga under
The same sky
That I'm under
Who gets money, remain fly
Yeah, I wonder?
Eyes flutter
As love
When Nas pops up
Stars get starstruck
Panties start drippin', the ways of Carlito
Blaze, torpedo
Cigars drop robes
Hoes
Drop clothes
Louis
The XIII freaks
Women nice size
I ride
Like Porsches
Thick, brown, and gorgeous
It ain't my fault
Semiautomatic weapons I brought
The world "Crazy"
I'm rich and I'm girl-crazy
Dick 'em
Convince 'em
All appraise me
They ideology is confusion
I lose 'em
Fellates me
Who hate me?
My gun off safety
Since a tunnel and escape key
My jewelry in HD

Silent rage
Pristine in my vintage shades
I'm not in the winters of my life or the beginning stage
I am the dragon
Maserati, pumpin' Biggie, the great legend
Blastin'
I'm after the
Actress
Who played Faith Evans
My little Jackie Onassis, dig?
I'm so high
I +Neverland+ like Mike Jackson's crib
Best on 45
Still crack ya rib
Sacrilege
Talk trash about the Nasty Kid
Past nasty now, I'm gross
And repulsive
Talk money, is you jokin'?
Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa
In the walls
In the cars
In my wallet
In my pocket
On the floors, ceiling, the safe, bitch I got it, you envy
But don't offend me
I'm skinny
But still I'm too big for a Bentley
You are
Your car
What could represent me?
Too Godly
To be a Bugatti
You honestly
Must design me
Somethin' Tommy
Montana
From Queens had before the '90s
Drug dealer car
Rush to the bar
Move niggas, we don't give a fuck who you are
Black card
Heavy like a magnet
In my stitched denims
Pretty women
See them
Saggin'
Bet a hundred stacks
Niggas'll run it back
Just havin' fun
I ain't even begun to black
Light another blunt in fact

(Nasty)
Nasty Kid
(Nasty)
Yeah
(Nasty)
The Kid!
(Nasty)
Yeah
(Nasty)
Nasty Kid
(Nasty)

For the hustlers
Thick
As yellow bitches
For the suck of it
Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin'
Sayin' "It was Nas I used to hustle wit'"
I display fashions
While my lungs engage hashes
Guns on my waist, pass this
Since I'm cakin' up, put funds in my safe, laughin'
And joining the niggas passin'
You niggas was straight assin'
Excuse the vulgarity
I'm still not fully adjusted or used to the new fans hearin' me spit rapidly
I never see the whips niggas be claimin' they drivin'
I guess entertainment means "blatantly lyin'"
Fake it
'Til you make it
I've driven those toys
Been in the wars
In the streets, cops kickin' in doors
For my Deen, nigga
Your flow cheap as limousine liquor
I'm no fake rap CD listener
Sit back and roll a mean swisher
For my G's, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga!!!!

Redd Stylez - Callin All Girls Lyrics

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Redd Stylez - Callin All Girls Lyrics

chorus:
pretty girl where you at
close your box and beat me in the back
last call call calling my girls
last call call calling my girls
i feel nice baby don’t be mean
looking for a good lie if you know what i mean
last call, callin on girls
last call, callin on girls

says she ..but down with
it’s alright it’s ok and i like it that way
and i’m gonna play put you on the ..read tonight
i’m gonna come outside
out your top on me and ..come with me girl you’re all i see
i’ve been looking ..
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/redd-stylez-callin-all-girls-lyrics.html
chorus:
pretty girl where you at
close your box and beat me in the back
last call call calling my girls
last call call calling my girls
i feel nice baby don’t be mean
looking for a good lie if you know what i mean
last call, callin on girls
last call, callin on girls

Frank Ocean - Thinking About You Lyrics

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Frank Ocean - Thinking About You Lyrics

a tornado flew around my room before you came
excuse the mess it made, it usually doesn’t rain
in southern california, much like arizona
my eyes don’t shed tears, but, boy, they bawl

when i’m thinkin’ ’bout you
(ooh, no, no, no)
i’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
(you know, know, know)
i’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
do you think about me still?
do ya, do ya?

or do you not think so far ahead? (ahead)
‘cause i been thinkin’ ’bout forever (oooh, oooh)

or do you not think so far ahead? (ahead)
‘cause i been thinkin’ ’bout forever (oooh, oooh)

no, i don’t like you, i just thought you were cool
enough to kick it
got a beach house i could sell you in idaho
since you think i don’t love you, i just thought you were cute
that’s why i kiss you
got a fighter jet, i don’t get fly it, though
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i’m lyin’ down thinkin’ ’bout you
(ooh, no, no, no)
i’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
(you know, know, know)
i’ve been thinkin’ ’bout you
do you think about me still?
do ya, do ya?

or do you not think so far ahead? (ahead)
‘cause i been thinkin’ ’bout forever (oooh, oooh)

or do you not think so far ahead? (ahead)
‘cause i been thinkin’ ’bout forever (oooh, oooh)

yes, of course
i remember, how could i forget?
how you feel?
and though you were my first time
a new feel
it won’t ever get old, not in my soul
not in my spirit, keep it alive
we’ll go down this road
‘til it turns from color to black and white

or do you not think so far ahead? (ahead)
‘cause i been thinkin’ ’bout forever (oooh, oooh)

or do you not think so far ahead? (ahead)
‘cause i been thinkin’ ’bout forever (oooh, oooh)

Jay-Z feat. Kanye West – Otis Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Otis Redding]
It makes it easier, easier to bear
You won’t regret it, no, no
No, girl they won’t forget it
Love is their home
Happiness yeah
Sq-sq-sq-squeeze her, don’t tease her
Never leave her…

[Jay-Z]
Sounds so soulful don’t you agree

I invented swag
Poppin’ bottles, puttin’ supermodels in the cab, proof
I guess I got my swagger back, truth
New watch alert, Hublot’s
Or the big face Rollie I got two of those
Arm out the window through the city I maneuver slow
Cock back, snap back
See my cut through the holes

[Kanye West]
Damn Yeezy and Hov,
Where the hell ya been?
Niggas talkin real reckless: stuntmen
I adopted these niggas, Phillip Drummond ‘em
Now I’m bout to make them tuck they whole summer in
They say I’m crazy, well, I’m ’bout to go dumb again
They aint see me cause I pulled up in my other Benz
Last week I was in my other other Benz
Throw your diamonds up cause we in this bitch another ‘gain

[Jay-Z]
Photo shoot fresh, looking like wealth
I’m ’bout to call the paparazzi on myself
Uh, live form the Mercer
Run up on Yeezy the wrong way, I might murk ya
Flee in the G450 I might surface
Political refugee, asylum can be purchased
Uh, everythings for sale, I got 5 passports
I’m never going to jail

[Kanye West]
I made “Jesus Walks” I’m never going to hell
Couture level flow, it’s never going on sale
Luxury rap, the Hermes of verses
Sophisticated ignorance, write my curses in cursive
I get it custom, you a customer
You ain’t ‘customed to going through Customs, you ain’t been nowhere, huh?
And all the ladies in the house, got ‘em showing off
I’m done, I hit ya up mana-naaaa!

[Jay-Z]
Welcome to Havana
Smoking cubanos with Castro in cabanas
Viva Mexico, Cubano
Dominicano, all the plugs that I know
Driving Benzes, wit’ no benefits
Not bad huh? For some immigrants
Build your fences, we diggin’ tunnels
Can’t you see? We gettin’ money up under you

[Kanye]
Can’t you see the private jets flyin’ over you?
Maybach bumper sticker read “What would Hova do?”
Jay is chillin’, ‘Ye is chillin’
What more can I say? We killin’ ‘em
Hold up, before we end this campaign
As you can see, we done bodied the damn lames
Lord, please let them accept the things they can’t change
And pray that all of their pain be champagne!!!!!!!

Royce Da 5'9" feat. Travis Baker - Legendary Lyrics

Lyrics:

(I’m legendary)

[Royce - Verse 1]
Theme song to my supplier
Plays in the key of a key
I’m like a messiah crossed with The Wire
Rapping around the Boardwalk Empire
Who brought their Bibles? This the Christ chapter
I’m sick enough to take my life
Then take your life after
Don’t take me light or play me light
We two of the same
God melted a Rubic’s cube into fluid and threw it in my intuitive brain
I’m eating food for moving music in a gratuitous lane
I threw twice, now I’m running through it til Im through with the game
You can find me under a black cloud I’m a dark star
Only thing I hate worse than a mark, is a marked car
I climb mountains like Marvin Gaye, Tammy Terrell
If you could put a face with my style it’d be Samuel Cassel’s
I switched the fire up like I am a tranny from hell
What I got in my hand right now should remind you of Stanley Burrell
Cuz its the hammer the cannon you can dance with the shells
My pet peeves are granny panties and planning to fail
I’m a heavyweight, I’m catastrophic when I set it like Farenheit 9/11,
Meditate till the levees break
I tar and feather featherweight till my fetti straight
The mac 11 will clap your melon and give your ass spaghetti face
Uh, you ever look inside some dying eyes?
You’ll see surprise and realize theres no denying God
When was the last time that you heard that the iron tried?
Ryan vibes like cyanide, I am proud
To say that I’ve evolved theres only one “I” in “defying odds”
Small time arrogance parishes everytime in giant pride
Who ya’ll respect is probably cross-dressing
Your favorite MC could probably find themself vibing to my lost sections
I’m legendary

[Hook]
Now everybody wanna believe me, but they dont really know whats in my heart
This time around is starting to feel easy, my enemies startin to fall down
(I’m legendary, legend-legendary, le-le-legendary)
My enemies startin to fall down
(I’m legendary, legend-legendary, le-le-legendary)
Fall Down
(I’m legendary)

[Royce - Verse 2]
I got my noodles intact
You want support of Detroit rap niggas can Google this gat
Cuz we the reason why you eating we put the food on the map
Right where the mitten is and you ain’t do jack
Just who we hittin here? This here’s a different year,
You shouldnt assume I’m tryna measure up to you when I tell you the ruler is back
In fact, as far as you new kids, what’ve you did?
I know that i’ve burnt some bridges in the past but I’m happy to say that I’ve built a new bridge
As far as killin i’m forever willing and ready
I will make my children’s peanut butter and jelly sandwich with a machete
Uh, you marry the streets than we will kill at your wedding
Tell every guest at your reception they gon get more than just hit with confetti
Uh, now your bitch a believer,
You know what you get when you mix a bumblee with a lamb?
You get the ‘ghini I’m sitting in
Riding through Pittsburgh while I’m listening to Wiz Khalifa
Black & Yellow a blunt to joint, here’s the reefer
One minute you tough, one minute you shook
I know I’ve learned a while ago to hide power from you I should just put it in a book
You illiterate parasites I’ll kill you everytime
Throw a nigga body around the room have a nigga lookin like Jamiroquai
And yes I, am a firm believer that the naked truth looks 100 times better then the best dressed lie
And while you niggas is hatin, I wonder is God really an athiest
He made me the same temperature as his nemesis Satan
Ya’ll need to repent because ya’ll been imitating
A statue of me to you is a statute of limitations
You backwards as me and a feminist dating
Let’s tally the sales, like Gladys and Patty LaBelle
I’m a big wig, my straws in the hole of a volcano I’m havin a big swig

[Hook]
Everybody wanna believe me
But they don’t really know what’s in my heart
It’s time I started to feel easy
My enemies starting to fall down

Ledisi "Pieces Of Me" Album and Track List

Ledisi "Pieces Of Me" Album and Track List will be released on MP3 Download and CD (June 14, 2011).

Price: $4.99

Pieces of Me Album will release under the label The Verve Music Group, a Division of UMG Recordings, Inc. This is Ledisi's fifth CD release titled 'Pieces Of Me' with previously well acclaimed CDs under her belt as well as twice being nominated for Grammy Awards. In this new CD release (12 tracks), she does not disappoint : delivering great R 'n B/Soul with a message of hope/encouragement & relationship/love issues. Stand-outs include "Pieces Of Me" (great vocals & wonderful melody. This is the title track for this CD), "Bravo" (beautiful melody, harmonies & vocals) & "Bgty" (wonderful high pitched vocals, harmonies & incredible melody. This is my favourite track from this CD & hence the title of my review). Okay tracks are "Coffee" ('playful/naughty' track) & "Raise Up" ('some rapping' vocals). Great tracks include "So Onto You", "Stay Together" (great duet), "Hate Me", "Shut Up", "Shine" (up-tempo track with great vocals & melody), "I Miss You Now" (a slow track, great harmonies) & "I Gotta Get To You". On overall, this is a great CD release by Ledisi, a highly recommended CD listening.

Ledisi "Pieces Of Me" Album and Track List

1. Pieces Of Me
2. So Into You
3. Bravo
4. Stay Together
5. Coffee
6. Hate Me
7. Shut Up
8. Shine
9. I Miss You Now
10. BGTY
11. Raise Up
12. I Gotta Get To You

Price: $4.99

Wale ft. J. Cole - Bad Girls Club lyrics and Dowload

Lyrics:

[J. Cole - Chorus]
She’s a star if I ever seen one
Perfect 10 and Lord knows that I need one
So now I’m under pressure I want it bad
She got something I never had
I see ya looking at me

[Wale]
Bad bitches get low
Bad bitches get low right now
Bad bitches get low
Bad bitches get low right now

[Wale - Verse 1]
Wale and we are not the same
Got bread in the diesel, got diesel in the check?
Rock Steady, me and my nigga Cole
Leave me a couple minutes, you leave me a couple hoes
Quite gifted, ambitions of life living
Despite living with more attention than light skinned, women
Ok you think a nigga shallow?
Ok, you probably think I get ‘em all with the cash flow
Actually I like a broad that can bag hoes
Thats how I rope em all down
See my last hoe (work)
Blast off (work)
Get involved
Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car
Thats one show, thats fifty large
Nigga I just glow, bright as any Debarge
I’m just tryna get ya comfortable
And its amazing what some liquor and a blunt’ll do

[J. Cole - Chorus]

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club
Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

[J. Cole - Verse 2]
Hey, Cole World
Down for whatever
Boy got Dollars, Pounds or whatever
Being broke and its a Diddy ass world
Still found a way to get pretty ass girls
Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words
Cause you didn’t play the game right
Hey girl, before you throw it at me
You gotta make sure you aim right
Red dots cause I’m red hot
Seen, dead girl you smoking
I get paper like I a mail box, seen
But girl you got me open
Proceed, pocket full of G’s
Kush; baby mama less; yeah no seeds
Blow tree’s like a hurricane
Damn, if looks kill, than ya murderin’
Damn!

[J. Cole - Chorus]
She’s a star if I ever seen one
Perfect 10 and Lord knows that I need one
So now I’m under pressure I want it bad
She got something I never had
I see ya looking at me

Bad bitches get low
Bad bitches get low right now
Bad bitches get low
Bad bitches get low right now

Please show love, make way for the bad girls club
Please show love, make way for the bad girls club

[Wale - Verse 3]
I am what you want, cause you like what I make
I am what I am, and you is who I say
Go where you aint been
No reservation
And most hoes be so-so when they hold no make-up
Yeah, I got the flow that they know is the truth
It’s getting ugly in here, guess I coated the booth
After the club, gettin you open
And I’m talkin, passenger action
I’m pulling you over
And you walkin,
after the fact
It’s knowin’ it’s over
Now tomorrow you sober wishing you ordered a soda
I am more than the dopest
I’m forever improving
They can’t f-ck with ya boy
Like a BYU Cougar
They 22′s or something
I’m brutal as a bazooka
And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask hooka
Or who did, cause I did
Bitch I’m here and I’m it
And I’m is what you aint
Who’s iller, I’ll wait
Hold up!

[J. Cole - Chorus]
She’s a star if I ever seen one
Perfect 10 and Lord knows that I need one
So now I’m under pressure I want it bad
She got something I never had
I see ya looking at me

Bad bitches get low
Bad bitches get low right now
Bad bitches get low
Bad bitches get low right now!!!

Wale – Bad Girls Club

T. Mills - Fuck Em (With My Vans On) Lyrics

Lyrics:

Heyyyy, they don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment
Tell em they don't know a thing about us
All this sweet love for ya suckers
I don't treat em, I don't love em, I fuck em with my
vans on
They callin me a bad motha fucka
Yeah, daaamn
They don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment

Uh, she say "Mills you're my super hero"
But I'm just tryin to hug her curves like, a new Camaro
I tell her that she got that kush, then I laugh it off
Cause that just means I hit it twice before I pass it
off
These bitches is trampolines they just fill a quota
You know, once you jump off then the thrill is over
And your boyfriend ain't half this raw
I mack a whore, my nickname should be apple store
the mother fuckin ceiling like a stripper pole
I'm gettin dough first, then I'm gettin bitches second
So, I'm gettin bitches naked
Then you gettin your purse an your shoes and whatever
else you came in with
We aint got to hang and shit
These bitches for everybody
We aint no claimin shit
Damn homie, you lame as shit
I'm just tryin to penetrate
Fuck em then I'm sendin bitches home
Eliminate

Heyyyy, they don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment
Tell em they don't know a thing about us
All this sweet love for ya suckers
I don't treat em, I don't love em, I fuck em with my
vans on
They callin me a bad motha fucka
Yeah, daaamn
They don't know a thing about us
Only love em for the moment!!!

Kreayshawn - Gucci Gucci Lyrics and Download

Lyrics:

[Sample]
One big room full of bad bitches

[Hook]
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother

[Verse 1]
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
The basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother
I put that on my partner, I put that on my family
Oakland city represent, address me as your majesty
Yeah you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown
I smoke a million Swisher blunts and I ain't never coming down
Bitch you ain't no Barbie I see you work at Arby's
Number 2, super-sized, hurry up I'm starving
Gnarly, radical, on the block I'm magical
See me at your college campus baggie full of Adderalls
Call me if you need a fix, call me if you need a boost
See them other chicken heads? They don't never leave the coop
I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates
Serving all the fiends over there by the Golden Gate
Bridge, I'm colder than the fridge and the freezer
I'm snatching all your bitches at my leisure

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
I'm lookin like Madonna but I'm flossing like Ivana
Trump, you know I keep that work in my trunk
Got my hand on the pump if you wanna press your luck
I'm yelling "Free V-Nasty" 'til my throat is raspy
Young, rich and flashy I be where the cash be
You can't find that? I think you need a Google Map
My pearl-handled kitty-cat will leave and press your noodle back
Now Google that groupies follow me like Twitter
I'm rolling up my catnip and shitting in your litter
Why you looking bitter? I be looking better
The type of bitch that make you wish that you ain't never met her
The editor, director plus I'm my own boss
So posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss
Which means nobody getting over me
I got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries

[Hook]

[Outro]
Oh, all you basic ass hoes out there
Man I got rooms full of bad bitches
They don't need Gucci, they don't need Louis
We swagging, ehh, meow !!!

Kreayshawn - Gucci Gucci‏

Kelly Price - Himaholic Lyrics and Download

Lyrics:

Love you babe, love you babe
I’m a himaholic
This is my story
I need you babe, need you babe

Hi, my name is, yeah
My name is
I think I got a problem ‘cause I can’t go a day without him
‘cause my body starts breathing, I start shaking It’s been too long,
2 weeks, four days, 6 hours, twelve minutes since I had a little bit of mmm
You know what I mean, I can’t break free is there any help for me.
Don’t want no speech when I ..we
Don’t want no preach when I’m feeling him
I can’t hear you teach when I’m having needs
I need relieve.

Chorus:
‘cause I’m a himaholic
I have a himafolic
So ..when I bounce back (himaholic)
I know to set back (it’s so addictive)
it’s so addictive, (himaholic).
I had a .. (himaholic)
So when will I bounce back (I’m himaholic)
It’s another setback (and it’s time sick
The man is time sick oh).

Stop! I wanna talk
I wanna, don’t come any closer to me
My heart is beating fast and I can’t breathe
‘cause I’m not over, you’re in my system
It’s been too long
Your lips, your kiss, your touch
Can’t thinking that I want a little bit of mmm
I can’t break free, I get so weak
Is there a is there any help for me.
Don’t want no speech when I ..we
Don’t want no preach when I’m feeling him
I can’t hear you teach when I’m having needs

Chorus:
I’m a himaholic
I have a .. himafolic
So ..when I bounce back (himaholic)
I know to set back (it’s so addictive)
it’s so addictive, (himaholic).
I had a (himaholic)
So when will I bounce back (I’m himaholic)
It’s another setback (and it’s time sick
The man is time sick oh)

Sometimes I cry a little when I think about us
Inside I die a little it’s when I think of loss of all
All of the changes you put me through
I know you’re no good for me yes
My mind says no and my body says yes
I feel like I’m free.

[Chorus:]!!!

Kelly Price - Himaholic

Rahsaan Patterson - 6 AM Lyrics

6 AM Lyrics:

Sunday mornin'
Saturday night has lasted up until this moment
We're together
Things are lookin' up and love is fittin' better
On you
And me

6 in the mornin' yawnin
Laying' down next to you
6 in the mornin' yawnin
Laying' down next to you

Now the evenin'
Has us lyin' here acknowledging the reason
Our forever
Stretches out across the water like the seasons
I'm so glad that winter's gone

6 in the mornin' yawnin
Laying' down next to you
6 in the mornin' yawnin
Laying' down next to you!!!

Jay-Z - 1995 DJ Self Freestyle Lyrics

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Jay-Z - 1995 DJ Self Freestyle Lyrics

[Jay-Z]
Check it
The nerve with you herbs
Y’all know we swerve from the curb in the LEX the best observe
F-ck what you heard: splashing, splurging
Dashing, that’s my word, you know?
Champagne glasses crashing, can’t ration
Used to having a whole lot, so dough, I blow a lot
Had a buck fifty while you was still taking Skippy to school
Ran with one of them niggas that heists Tiffany’s for them jewels
Back when Duke was jumping outta Cap’n Crunch food
I was scheming and plotting
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/jay-z-1995-dj-self-freestyle-lyrics.html
Mostly dreaming a lot but look what it got me
4 cars and 400 thousand shots later, f-cked up in gators
You scared to look, niggas is shook
F-ck it, you’re vibrators
Bullets rang off the hook when niggas try to violate us
FBI spies hate us, all they gotta check is my
Latest cut then follow my moves: I’m the greatest
F-ck how haters been paying dues
I cheated, committed felonies when needed
While you niggas starve, whats this you’re making
If you was hustling like you said
We would’ve bumped heads, so I know you niggas is faking
Word up, huh huh, ’95 and forever yo

Papoose - Otis Official Video

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Papoose - Otis Video

Papoose was the first one to drop a freestyle over Jay and Ye’s “Otis” beat. He just released the visual above

Mavado - Final Destination Lyrics

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Mavado - Final Destination Lyrics

intro:
ya hear mi
everybody waan run summa(run summa)
yuh nuh si mi hot, mi a dun summa(eh eh!)
every gyal a gi it weh is a bun summa
mi-mi a di number one stunna

chorus:
call di hotel fi make my reservation
for my final destination
mi a bwoy naw change my direction
cause di gal dem draws fi fly
every soundman every radio station
black girl white girl every nation
mi have di gal dem inna corporation
inna di mansion in the sky

verse 1:
and every, every how got mi criss
yuh nuh see a straight woman man a bless
star bwoy every gyal overweights, fyah weh wi blaze
dem feel it fi months and fi days
jordan mi neva sing a song fi di summa yet
do di one it ?? di range and di hamma set
di white bike a tek off like a fyah jet
why i bet next year mi haffi buy a jet

a mansion party and every gal
smooth up and look like babydoll
but she ?? say u must loose a gal
mi confuse a gal, she want mek mi see through yuh gal

chorus:
call di hotel fi make my reservation
for my final destination
mi a bwoy naw change my direction
cause di gal dem draws fi fly
every soundman every radio station
black girl white girl every nation
mi have di gal dem inna corporation
inna di mansion in the sky
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/mavado-final-destination-lyrics.html
verse 2:
mi seh yuh
betta enjoy your life
cause yuh only live this once and nuh yuh nah ive twice(woooh noo noo)
feel like i'm in paradise
with all these sexy ladies around mi
mi girls dem surround mi
chillin in the shade
a glass of lemonade
quenchin my thirst, my haters feelin worse

first of all
and enjoy di fruits of dem labour
nuh business wah mi neighba
partyin forever
ya hear mi

intro:
ya hear mi
everybody waan run summa(run summa)
yuh nuh si mi hot, mi a dun summa
every gyal a gi it weh is a bun summa
mi-mi a di number one stunna

chorus:
call di hotel fi make my reservation
for my final destination
mi a bwoy naw change my direction
cause di gal dem draws fi fly
every soundman every radio station
black girl white girl every nation
mi have di gal dem inna corporation
inna di mansion in the sky
call di hotel fi make my reservation
for my final destination
mi a bwoy naw change my direction
cause di gal dem draws fi fly
every soundman every radio station
black girl white girl every nation
mi have di gal dem inna corporation
inna di mansion in the sky

Mavado - Gyal Wine Lyrics

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Mavado - Gyal Wine Lyrics

intro:
something like this
fi mi ladies

when you see mi
you get, wet like, wet like di ocean(ocean)
and, mi waan, gi u mi love potion

chorus:
sexy gyal wine
and guh pon yuh head
guh pon di grung nuh badda guh pon di bed
hotel we in just see nuh reap up di spread
mi a pop you like a thread
gyal wine
and guh pon yuh head
guh pon di grung nuh badda guh pon di bed
go tell yuh friend dem waan yuh give up your bag
??? touch baby head

verse 1:
she hear mi voice, she horny
one thousand time she seh she waan mi
har man gone a work, di ?? she cyar mi
goodas gal have good punanny
mi tan up, she brace it pon mi
she in har sexy lingerie
she uplift mi ting inna har bikini
mi nuh hesitate, mi just push in

mi seh baby
im a really make u come
under the moon im a give u a son
baby mi a now waan u come
how i mek it tell it to yuh friends on the bomb

chorus:
sexy gyal wine
and guh pon yuh head
guh pon di grung nuh badda guh pon di bed
hotel we in just see nuh reap up di spread
mi a pop you like a thread
gyal wine
and guh pon yuh head
guh pon di grung nuh badda guh pon di bed
go tell yuh friend dem waan yuh give up your bag
?? touch di baby head

verse 2:
hear mi gal
now har man weh boring
seh she want it pon di floorin
if har bedroom tourin i will be scorin
mi nuh hesitate, mi a push in more in
yeahhh
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/mavado-gyal-wine-lyrics.html
girl i know what u want
this a never ended with a start
yeah im a play with u heart
wid something long black and slot

mi seh baby
here now weh u come
under the moon im a give u a son
baby
hear now a weh u come
im a mek it tell it to yuh friends on the bomb

chorus:
sexy gyal wine
and guh pon yuh head
guh pon di grung nuh badda guh pon di bed
hotel we in just see nuh reap up di spread
mi a pop you like a thread
gyal wine
and guh pon yuh head
guh pon di grung nuh badda guh pon di bed
go tell yuh friend dem waan yuh give up yuh beg
??? touch baby head

verse 1:
she hear mi voice, she horny
she seh she waan mi
di all she cyar mi, have up punanny

when you see mi
you get, wet like, wet like di ocean(ocean)
and, mi waan, gi u mi love potion

chorus:
sexy gyal wine
and guh pon yuh head
guh pon di grung nuh badda guh pon di bed
hotel we in just see nuh reap up di spread
mi a pop you like a thread
gyal wine
and guh pon yuh head
guh pon di grung nuh badda guh pon di bed
go tell yuh friend dem waan yuh give up your bag
??? touch baby head

Chamillionaire - Go Out On The Town Lyrics

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Chamillionaire Ft. Killer Mike - Go Out On The Town Lyrics

[chorus x2: killer mike]
this the shit that happen when we go out on the town
this the shit that happen when we go out on the town
bottles get to poppin and the bitches get to jockin
and the kush that we be smokin on be loud

[killer mike:]
pull up to the club you can hear the car run
tell the dopeman sed you know i gotta gun
promoter already paid my money
i'm a make it rain on sugar and honey
bibba baby bibba baby ball like a dog
this enough for me to go wax both ya'll
me and my clique be the t-shirt gang
hittin niggas deep goin bang bang bang
black tee, black tee bottles in the air
niggas brought jay, me and meech back here
niggas stay charblack back don't stick
niggas say tearwawy white black on dick
so respect my mind, respect my grind
walk on past don't expect no line
twenty young brauds like a cheerleading squad
all they wanna do is hang out with the stars
all they wanna do is get high like the moon
take a nigga back to a hotel room
sex drugs rap bro yea we on it
la tonight miami in the mornin
know a nigga had to hit it quicker than a mention
know a nigga had to do the same shit again
know my next show in the city of sin
tip back home and we at it again

[chorus x2]

[chamillionaire:]
yeah,
all of my boys rep h.o.u
i tell em that the boys stay so true
reason that the panamera paint so blue
be the reason that the braud say she ain't your boo
all of these brauds yea 8 plus 2
big up to my jamiacan crew
ain't no part that i ain't done flew
this is my home and the bank is too
stunt so hard got 25 racks
spent 2 so it's 23 to be exact
big money takes small your money get jacked
your money on break mine finna run laps
takin ya to school cause i know ya'll flunk
shout at hard as me then i know ya'll drunk
speakers in the trunk that ya know gon thump
got the trunk sitting higher than a pole vault jump
plenty bad brauds wearin bobs and weaves
after i hit em i'm goin bob then weave
can't talk if ya ain't talking g's
money talks then ya know i gotta talk in sleep
ain't too bright but her body look right
now she askin me what my account look like
dot dot dot like a pac man bite
yea excetera i tell her that's a sample tight
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/chamillionaire-go-out-on-town-lyrics.html
[chorus x2]

[young jeezy:]
let go, get the car meet me in the old valley
from everything new to the old chevroley
half of them them bitches ain't got no top
half of them bitches part brand new trucks
all them bitches got brand new wheels
none of my niggers ain't got no deal
none of my niggers ain't got no job
all of my niggers got 2-3 cars
what you mean nigger ain't got no care
like telling og ain't got no air
don't look now a nigger sick on the stage
buy a sack and a whip ya know nigger got a raise
how you know a nigg get all that work
could of got 3 or 4 knicks for a shirt
why a nigger name so hot in the city
cause they got a 3-4 spots in the city
some on the east, hard on the west, smoke on the south side
yo all know the rest
32 old and it ain't no blood, ain't coping no stone and it ain't no watts
hit it in the front and it ain't no coupe, ain; t come from la then it ain't no snoop
ga baby wanna smoke that brown, your name ain't young and this ain't your town
none said pussy like the 3 rose, keep it lock in a pot they say free jose
none say chips like free do lay, keep playing that young like go deejay
matter of fact all free all my niggers gotta sip for all my niggers
know what i did that you might bea legend one more time and i might spit seven

[chorus x2]

Kalenna - Just How I Like It Lyrics

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Kalenna - Just How I Like It Lyrics

you look so sexy with your clothes on,
girl, but won’t you come and take those clothes off?
you look so right with ‘em jeans on,
girl, but won’t you come and take those jeans off?
i’m trying to get a little bit closer to you, hon
put your body on my body!
i’m trying to get up on you,
i’mma make it up and…

chorus:
you look so lavish those panties on,
getting you naked is like a love song!
i just don’t wanna stop, let me press where i want…
let me love you girl, kiss you girl, rock your world, aha!

you know just how i like it…
girl don’t be surprised, just take the clothes off,
and i’ll take my time, …
i’ll keep you soaking wet,
you know how i like it! (x2)
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/kalenna-just-how-i-like-it-lyrics.html
your body is crazy while you lay there,
from your complexion right to your hair
..roll your.. and ass like that,
drop, drop daddy, come to daddy, aha!
you know, oh, baby you know i’m so excited,
your eyes are…
baby you know, i’m about to…
you know how i like to hit it…

chorus:
you look so lavish those panties on,
getting you naked is like a love song!
i just don’t wanna stop, let me press where i want…
let me love you girl, kiss you girl, rock your world, aha!

you know just how i like it…
girl don’t be surprised, just take the clothes off,
and i’ll take my time, …
i’ll keep you soaking wet,
you know how i like it! (x2)

Jay-Z - Chubby Chub 7.13 Freestyle Lyrics

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Jay-Z Ft. Red Handed - Chubby Chub 7.13 Freestyle Lyrics

yeah, one two winner!
my name is the red head and i got the chubby chub attitude,
you’re ready, baby?
it goes bang, bang, boom, bang, boom
shit, give me room, i’ll meet you in a fucking tomb,
niggers said i’m… i’m exhausted, …
niggers just get off it!
cause i never fall…
and we roll deep, so don’t sleep ….
… come it’s nothing wrong,
you might know me….
man, i can’t write, don’t care who rap next,
..so don’t…
i’ve beaten so many niggers, charged for brutality.
ride from jersey to the bronx cause i’m…
on the real my shit is in here,
cause i’ve been here,
my lyrics is tighter and then swim wear,
hang it up like a receptionist,
cause you’re out of your fucking mind
if you think you can step to this
you nigger ….so play the picture… just call it off!
i ain’t copying no…, and i ain’t copying no…
this shit is for real!
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/jay-z-chubby-chub-713-freestyle-lyrics.html
when i hit him in the head,
you know my lyrics is…
you should…
so even if you think to get…
..i’m not for… brooklyn zone,
…but i’m back!
..break loose, i’m rolling,
i’ll bet you’re the next two, don’t beta the news, shit!
make your mother fucking move, cause time is…
…make a noise like a car…
…from the project.
..the red head is back in town,
mother fucker.. i’m going to mother fucker’s ear!
..the nigger with the flavor g,
you get smoked in a battle trying to…
you go home saying…
cause i’m the man who don’t give a damn,
my name is.. oh, man, you know who i am!
so make room in your mind for the mother fucker brother, man!
take it back to brooklyn!

Young Jeezy - Shake Life Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Young Jeezy - Verse 1]
 Got a million on my mind while I’m brushing my teeth
 Say the hustlers prayer than I’m back to these streets
 A million muthaf-ckas throwin salt on my name
 A million muthaf-ckas throwin salt on my game
 Can’t hear you bitch ass niggas yeah I’m sorry
 Too busy switchin these gears in my Ferrari
 Roof do gymnastics, shits like magic
 Life like traffic, this shit here classic
 Worked the Nino Brown, went to chill in the Bahamas
 I was all in the hood, got some head in the Bahama’s
 Why you smokin’ ’bout a six? It suppress my pain
 Talk about a real nigga when you mention my name
 I’m a simple man, want the money, f-ck fame
 While you stay the same, everybody else change
 Oh nooo but I’m going out tonight though
 And drink til I’m f-cked up like them white folks

[Chorus]
 I know it look bad, its gon be alright
 Keep them bottles coming we gon be here all night
 Roll them swishas up, we about to take flight
 Need a set of new dice yeah, I’m ’bout the shake life
 ’bout the shake life
 Yeah I’m ’bout the shake life
 ’bout the shake life
 Yeah we ’bout the shake life
 And live every night like it’s Friday night
 Need a set of new dice
 We ’bout the shake life

[Young Jeezy - Verse 2]
 I’m ’bout the shake life thats word to my momma
 The work come in, yeah its on Your Honour
 Give me all the time in the World and I quote
 You give me a hundred years but I won’t be broke
 When you broke, treat you like a bad joke
 Niggas laugh at you when they know it aint funny
 Government playin’ round with everybody money
 Got us brainwashed so we all big dummies
 War in these streets everyday like Libya
 Will I get shot in the head? it’s like Trivia
 CNN tryna get us to hate all the Muslims
 Them niggas never talkin the truth so don’t trust ‘em
 Niggas out there die about true religion
 Young niggas over here dying over True Religions
 So f-ck it all I’m going out tonight though
 Drink til I’m f-cked up like them white folks

[Chorus]
 I know it look bad, its gon be a’ight
 Keep them bottles coming we gon be here all night
 Roll them swishas up, we about to take flight
 Need a set of new dice yeah, I’m ’bout the shake life
 ’bout the shake life
 Yeah I’m ’bout the shake life
 ’bout the shake life
 Yeah we ’bout the shake life
 And live every night like it’s Friday night
 Need a set of new dice
 We ’bout the shake life

[Young Jeezy - Verse 3]
 Supposed to live everyday just like it’s your last
 Smile at these suckas while you spending your cash
 Ball til you fall, how long it’s gon last
 The only thing that matters is how long is your cash
 So holla when you see me out stuntin in these cars
 When you looking at a niggas do you niggas see my scars
 Stab me in the back, thats right the game cut me
 I got it all but lost all my dogs, the game f-cked me
 Some in cemeteries, and the rest got 30
 Why I’m so clean tonight cause life dirty
 These jockin ass rappers tryna jock my fresh
 Remind me of seventh grade, when they was jockin’ my Guess
 I aint gonna lie, shit I had it back then
 8 for an O, I can lease bout 10
 So f-ck it all shit I’m going out tonight though
 And drink til I’m f-cked up like them white folk

[Chorus]

Busta Rhymes ft Notorious B.I.G. – I Knock You Out Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Notorious B.I.G]
Notorious is glorious in the sack
Hit skins from the back
Put my thumb up in the ass crack
Brooklyn freaky n-gga with the most stuff
I’m Jesus pops, Mary just blame Joseph
You should see her drink the semen
She suck a mean one
Leaving them three apostle’s scheming
See when, BIG f-ck a bitch
B.I.G duck a bitch, quick fast
Dick to ass, don’t hesitate split fast
You know what’s up, here’s a quarter and a buck
My steps is kinda creaky, try not to wake my moms up
Cause when I bust, I lick shots like a shotty
Thats why nut is all over your body
You know what’s up

[Busta Rhymes]
B.R. and B.I. get cream
People always sayin’ what the hell does that mean?
Bitches always see me and they can’t understand how I once was a little boy and became a man
Now, as for the way we make em scream and shout, bitches
One by one I knock you out, bitches
One by one I knock you out, bitches

You’re dippin your hand in the grab bag
Stopping and than I drop it, and pop em
Dig up all in your ass bag
She giving me head all up in the back of the damn cab
The meter running hoping shawty paying the damn tab
She how the ass drag
This shit big, thats why we f-ck em New York all the way down to Baghdad
Stabbing the p-ssy and jabbing like I’m Zab Judah
And plummet her p-ssy with plungers like I’m Roto Rooter
Beat the p-ssy til the shit flab
And wear it out til it swole and the coochie smelling like king crab
This type of dick is something this bitch never had
And make her swollow the dick til the bitch gag
Get mad, chick grabbing all over my jonhson, Charles Bronson
Big slab of meat, hungry and fresh of a monthly so she had to eat
Throwing me the ass and we aint even have to speak

[Busta Rhymes]
B.R. and B.I. get cream
People always sayin’ what the hell does that mean?
Bitches always see me and they can’t understand how I once was a little boy and became a man
Now, as for the way we make em scream and shout, bitches
One by one I knock you out, bitches
One by one I knock you out, bitches!!!

Wiz Khalifa, Big Sean - Proceed Lyrics

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Wiz Khalifa, Big Sean & Curren$y - Proceed Lyrics

this what dreams are made of
good weed and cold drinks
taylor, taylor, taylor
thanks for putting this together jerm!
we gon be here forever
and you aint trippin
really this high

if you offer me all the money in the world
i wouldnt trade it for my girl, my family
or the niggas that you see me riding with me outta town
or internationally, they gon fly with me, kinda fry?
rollin the papers so they get high with me
and if i decide to give this up they gon retire with me
enjoy the money and the fame and the power with me
and f-cking hater burn in hell
sippin champagne while the waiter breaking shells
niggas scream my name probably praying that i fail
the money so insane gotta weigh it on a scale
gotta weigh it on a scale?
niggas blow that, bitches know that
never touch blood, chill with us once, never go back
little homie, thats real
vvs diamonds, my stones are that ill
my watch is an audemar on smoking og till my problems gone
you try and call your man he aint got no more
probably cause i bought it all

as we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed
fast livin, i’m taking them hoes on trips
go to places they never been
i’m just gettin it how it’s supposed to be
as we proceed to court bad bitches and roll good weed
fast livin, i’m taking them hoes on trips
go to places they never been
i’m just gettin it how it’s supposed to be
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/wiz-khalifa-big-sean-proceed-lyrics.html
aquafina and the bong
i’m off in that medina when i’m done
just sound the alarm, bitch top drop like mardi gras beads bein thrown
francesca you’s a mess girl, carry on
car smelling like a pound when i pull up at the avalon
pull your own weight i don’t have no time for tag-alongs
don’t know what you yapping for, stacking dough
catalogue my closet, my belts, my watches
cell phone in my pocket
my blackberry biotches
have ‘em ready, i’ll watch em, daddy back
niggas plottin’ on the jets but we got em
we just waiting to drop ‘em
they vex cause we poppin’
and them hoes ain’t worry ’bout ‘em
they sure came up
what they sayin about them boys from the bottom?
paparazzi cameras spot em
flash when you see they faces
history in the makin
i was high when i made it so i can play it for them haters

used to want a chain, now i got 6
used to want a rollie like pac now it’s on my wrist, woah
livin’ the life niggas told me was a myth (myth)
same niggas try an’ get up on my list (what)
since i started buzzin’, i got eighteen eleven cousins?
new bitches tryna join the team and old ones that i’m cutting
sky high class livin but niggas still grinding
cause i’m surrounded with the same niggas and girls since i had nothin’
now, i got signed to my idol
seen some of my favourite rappers turn rivals
‘ye told me kill em so a nigga gotta drop ‘em
peep the jesus chain he gave me since i cant keep up with bibles
no, young nigga heeding to the title
where it’s at?
thats the top man, these niggas gon recycle
what, my shit is like a b.i.g recital
but you can’t hold a real nigga down thats why i keep real niggas round

The Saturdays - All Fired Up Lyrics

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The Saturdays - All Fired Up Lyrics

blow my mind
dj blow my mind

blow my mind
dj blow my mind

i put my hand against the speakers
singing blow my mind
dj blow my mind
i put my head to the speakers
singing blow my mind
dj blow my mind

all fired up (i feel alive)
all fired up (i feel alive)
all fired up (i feel alive, i feel alive, i feel alive)

all fired up (i feel alive)
all fired up (i feel alive)
all fired up (i feel alive, i feel alive, i feel alive)

we make the party super naughty
dancing on the bar
we're dancing on the bar

we make the party super naughty
dancing on the bar
dancing on the bar

we're all animal
we're all animal
animal animal-mal-mal-mal-mal

we're all animal
we're all animal
getcha your claws out
getcha, getcha your claws out

all fired up (i feel alive)
all fired up (i feel alive)
all fired up (i feel alive, i feel alive, i feel alive)

all fired up (i feel alive)
all fired up (i feel alive)
all fired up (i feel alive, i feel alive, i feel alive)
http://catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturdays-all-fired-up-lyrics.html
we're so close to the edge of desire
feels so hot, hot, got that fire
we're so close to the edge of desire
feels so hot, got that fire
we're so close to the edge of desire
feels so hot, got that fire
we're so close to the edge of desire, desire!

blow my mind
dj blow my mind

i put my hand against the speakers
singing blow my mind
dj blow my mind
i put my head to the speakers
singing blow my mind
dj blow my mind

all fired up (i feel alive)
all fired up (i feel alive)
all fired up (i feel alive, i feel alive, i feel alive)

all fired up (i feel alive)
all fired up (i feel alive)
all fired up (i feel alive, i feel alive, i feel alive)

on your radar
keep me, keep me, keep on your radar
keep me, keep me, keep on your radar
keep me, keep me, keep on your radar

keep me, keep me, keep on your radar
keep me, keep me, keep on your radar
keep me, keep me, keep on your radar