Gorilla Zoe feat. Lil Jon - Twisted Lyrics

Gorilla Zoe feat Lil Jon - Twisted Lyrics

In the club, getting twisted hit the floor if you with me
In the club, getting twisted hands up if you're with me
In the club, getting twisted hands up if you're with me
In the club, getting twisted, getting twisted, getting twisted

Ok, let's go, Shawty got her hands on ground and her ass' on my face
Don't tell her my boy dranks on the face list, do another round but to buy another case
Why in a rush? Say what you mama givin? Maybe wanna meet your mama
Yah, got me through her money, baby girl there's rhumba
we can have a samba party, hardy, drinks

Girl your ass is memorable, you should be a
got me stuck, I'm so caught up, on how to no tits girl
your ass, I find you ears, tell your man how blind he is
bet that's is on rewinding shit, dj might of rewind this shit

Dance, shake what's in your … do it with no harm
In the 3 point stop, dj out of control, … re roll
no stop and let's go, put your hands on the floor, put your hands on the floor

In the club, getting twisted hit the floor if you with me
In the club, getting twisted hands up if you're with me
In the club, getting twisted hands up if you're with me
In the club, getting twisted, getting twisted, getting twisted

We getting twisted in the club, you tell me what's in your car
We got bottles off the bar, you got … roll it up, you got cash then throw a stack
you got hands then throw it back, we got rose motel
getting twisted that's so
we can throw a couple 2 more nose that just might rub us
tell a friend we just might do it, you nasty girl, you look like …
like supper, wake up in the morning, ...on the liquor, I was drunker than a …

Dance, shake what's in your … do it with no harm
In the 3 point stop, dj out of control, … re roll
no stop and let's go, put your hands on the floor, put your hands on the floor

In the club, getting twisted hit the floor if you with me
In the club, getting twisted hands up if you're with me
In the club, getting twisted hands up if you're with me
In the club, getting twisted, getting twisted, getting twisted
In the club, getting twisted hit the floor if you with me
In the club, getting twisted hands up if you're with me
In the club, getting twisted hands up if you're with me
In the club, getting twisted, getting twisted, getting twisted, let's go, let's go!!!!

Cee-Lo Green feat Melanie Fiona - Fool For You Lyrics

Cee-Lo Green feat Melanie Fiona - Fool For You Lyrics


Yeaah…

(Cee-Lo – Verse)

What?! That real, that deep, that burning, that amazing unconditional, inseparable love
That feel like forever, that always emotional but still exceptional love
Can’t nobody tell me nothing it is what it is
And any mistake you make I, I just may forgive
Right now, right now at this very moment I still love her like I loved her then
I love her in and out and up and down and ’round and ’round and over and over again
So rare they swear that you just don’t exist
And It’s only one person I can think of that makes me feel like this
And I’m a fool, such a fool for you!

(Melanie Fiona – Verse)

So sweet, so deep, so real, oooh we
That’s some powerful stuff
How you do it? Do do it
Keep it coming

I can’t seem to get enough
What you do, what you say
Makes me want to love you
Baby, I don’t even have a choice
And if I did it, (?)
Cuz you’re the man, (?)

Sweet sugar, I surrender
Like flag,
Oh I wouldn’t even put up a fight
Cuz there ain’t a day, thing or wronger
About this kind of loving
Oh wait, it feels so right

Gonna, gotta later tell it to my mama
Is she gon’ tell the world that I love You!
So people probably see I’m crazy
But I don’t mind, being a fool a for you.

I’m a fool, I’m a fool, I’m such a fool….

Short Dawg ft Lil Wayne - Money In My Pocket (Remix)

Money In My Pocket (Remix) Lyrics by Short Dawg ft Lil Wayne

Here is Money In My Pocket (Remix) lyrics performed by Short Dawg ft Lil Wayne @ catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com

[Short Dawg - Hook]

See, see I’m steppin’ out froze

Louie on my toes

All this money in my pocket got these hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got these hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Now my stacks don’t fold

I got too much to hold

All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

[Short Dawg - Verse 1]

Now holla for a dollar, act strange for the change

Thats my n-gga Gudda Gudda, yeah he came in the Range

My homie, Mack Maine with (?) and the chains

And me I’m so fly, I swear I came in a plane then landed in a lot

Smooth like grease, laughing at the pop, you should chews like teeth?

Fresh outfit boy, came to shut it down

And it’s only gon be worn once, like a wedding gown

Somebody tell the town Short Dawgs in the annex

Pistol on my hip and I pop it like Xanex

Got the (?) cause we got the hoes drippin’

You see I’m ballin’ like Jordan you just a Scottie Pippen

Catch you slipping, then you better go and get ya boys

I get em work, my money longer than extension cords

Tell them runts I got some game I can sell ‘em

I walk up on her, while she with them lames and I tell her

[Hook]

See, see I’m steppin’ out froze

Louie on my toes

All this money in my pocket got these hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got these hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Now my stacks don’t fold

I got too much to hold

All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

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[Short Dawg - Verse 2]

It’s young Elvis Freshly in the four door European

And the tint dark as coffee, a n-gga feeling bossy

Pulling hoes like a tooth and it’s hard to get em off me

I’m a stunna like the CEO of Cash Money records

The Louie V rag got me chequered with the matching kicks

Grinnin’ at your chick, the surp got me leaning like 10 after 6

Therefore I tell her, go on buss it open

Goin buss it open, they call me short dawg but no I aint from Oakland

My money so tall that you gon have to climb it

If she know how to rewind it, trust me I’m gon change the climate

And then I get behind it like I’m tryna do the heimlich

She heard that I be rhyming and I’m balling like Kurt Heinrich

She’s looking for some love, but over here she will not find it

So get down on your knees, you’re int he presence of Your Highness

[Hook]

See, see I’m steppin’ out froze

Louie on my toes

All this money in my pocket got these hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got these hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Now my stacks don’t fold

I got too much to hold

All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

[Lil Wayne]

Tunechi in this bitch, fresh watch me do it

Bitches know I ball, I go HAM, Cam Newton

Shorty on the pill, get this hoe some fluids

And if that bitch bad, I put her on my todo list

See I step up in this bitch like a gamma, get ya camera’s

Money on the table bitch, respect my table manners

Young Money the shit, did you get the memorandom

And these other n-ggas think they fly (?)

Haa, What you doing?

I’m throwing money, they take too long with the ones

F-ck It, I’ll start throwing hundreds

Gollum n-ggas aint spending shit, they tippin’ on a budget

Man, they pockets getting skinny, what that is Jennifer Hudson

Order a bottle and I drink it til its hollow

And my coupe is a 2 seater so you bitches gotta follow

Now buss it open backwards like the doors on a Rolls

I got money in my pocket, I got hoes on pause

[Hook]

See, see I’m steppin’ out froze

Louie on my toes

All this money in my pocket got these hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got these hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Now my stacks don’t fold

I got too much to hold

All this money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

Money in my pocket got them hoes on the pole

 Rap Song Lyrics Money In My Pocket (Remix) Short Dawg ft Lil Wayne

Chris Brown ft. Chipmunk - Champion Lyrics

Lyrics:

[Chris Brown]
Some people have to learn
some people wait there turn
some people have to fight
some people give it up

[Chipmunk - Verse 1]
They wanna hold you back, tell ‘em pee off
whenever they say you can’t, take the T off
I remember when they told me I couldn’t be famous
now my dream and reality is simultaneous
and work your own way to the top
if they put you on a pedestal they can take you off
and there’s a higher level than the top
you gotta make more, don’t do with what you got
yeah, so get it in go sunny
not everybody gets a second chance at getting money
or even getting lucky so you gotta feel
the hunger in your tummy

[Chris Brown]
I’m always pushing myself to the limit
making sure I stay ahead
you made me who I am, from the words you said

Some people have to learn
some people wait there turn
some people but not me
I was born a champion

some people have to fight
some people give their lives
some people don’t believe
I was born a champion
but I was born a champion
but I was born a champion

[Chris Brown - Verse 2]
This gon be the realest shit I ever wrote
off the record, no camera’s, forget a quote
some of my family doing good, most doing dope
I from Virginia where they ?
I used to see my momma getting beat down!
Is that the real definition of me now?
I fell off, back on my feet now
headed to the sky, can’t even see down
award shows, I poured my heart out
and people still steady trynna point my flaws out
and I’d be lying if I said it ain’t get to me
but I’m a champion, legend, history

[Chorus]

[Chipmunk - Verse 3]
Imagine you was the one, that couldn’t get a look in
couldn’t get a booking
couldn’t get a push in when you needed a shove
or your buttons they be pushing
so now they tryna shush him
it’s only you believing in you
they turn you into a bastard than moment you rude
attitude a little out of tune
but thats how champions move
yeah so go and get it in sunny
not everybody gets a second chance at getting money
or even getting lucky
so you gotta feel the hunger in your tummy

[Chorus]

[Chipmunk - Verse 4]
No-one wants to help
I guess you’re on your own
build a foundation with the bricks they throw
in a black and white World, True colours show
change if you want,e verybody grows
life’s like an ill, but try and get a hold
opinions aint fact, take em and let em go

[Chris Brown]
You made me who I am from the words you said

Some people have to learn
some people wait there turn
some people but not me
I was born a champion (champion)

some people have to fight
some people give their lives
some people don’t believe
but I was born a champion

Some people have to learn
some people wait there turn
some people but not me
I was born a champion (champion)

Some people have to learn
some people wait there turn
some people but not me
I was born a champion
but I was born a champion

Slaughterhouse – Sun Doobie Lyrics

Slaughterhouse – Sun Doobie Lyrics
[Joell Ortiz:]
As long as I got my pen, I don't need a friend,
We got ears that we each lend each other,
My brother just hollered at?
He said he tired of all the lyin', deceivin' and
Dickridin', the people providin' on every? when,
I do it, it's stupid, I bruise it like a bad pitch,
I lose it, my musics a movement and they just mad stiff,
I told 'em it's mathematical when this pad lift,
Point 'em out and I will subtract them, with an adlib,
See the fact is, I'm a bastard,
How can I not be macho man, I'm a savage,
In the past I was passive now I'm mad bitch,
I'm spazzin' you get them adidas classic where your ass is,

[Royce Da 5'9":]
Uh-uh, Uh-uh, Nickel ain't the one at all,
Snatch your vocal cords out and plug 'em in my wall,
You a knife in a gun fight, our shit is raw,
You're a square, you're silverware in a civil war,
The Slaughterhouse wolf pack riders is under the moon,
The reason you itchin' with your lighter under your spoon,
I'm a lover, the lead bustin' is over me,
You put your head in the butt, I'll head butt the ovaries,
God dipped me in war paint for all weathers,
I'm Mr. Spill the liquor on my alcohol tether,
No need to ride with nobody, I feel he can help me,
Your jeans are skinny than Em when he's eatin' healthy,

Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah,
Woah, Woah, Woah,
Shaaaaaaaady
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah,
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah,

[Joe Budden:]
Outnumbered, outspoken, outcasted,
Outweighed outrageous odds and outlasted,
Outlandish, so I learned to outwit 'em,
I outsmart 'em, outgrew 'em, outdid 'em,
Cream, outfit 'em,
Team can't outspit 'em,
(You could) keep sleepin' your wet dream is out with' 'em,
(See) Doin' a little yoga, a little karma sutra,
Steak house nigga, used to be a ramen noodler,
Heavy on B and E's, was a calm intruder,
Pumped the ruger, moms called me con and loser,
I suggest you and your mans should regroup,
Bet against it, probably can't recoup, OUT

[Crooked I:]
I point a pistol at your mama mia,
I'm sick as Tyson in the ring at the Colosseum with gonorrhea,
Fuck a rapper, my clapper as black as Muhammadiya,
Fuck you R&B bitches, shut up, you're not Aaliyah,
When Mr. Porter record a piano,
Producers may wanna order some ammo,
I'm a California corner reporter,
Your boy wasn't born with a quarter,
Being poor as a whore and I'm an aura that's sorta soprano,
Look here,
We reinvent the wheel to have a good year,
And ya'll tired,
We're like Tyler Perry mixed with Everlast,
The house of pain, Slaughterhouse Gang nigga,

Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah
Woah, Woah, Woah,
Shaaaaaaaddyy
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah,
Woah, Woah, Woah, Woah,

Mr. Porterrrrrr,
Mr. Porterrrrrr,
Mr. Porterrrrrr

Big Sean Ft. Chris Brown - My Last Lyrics

Big Sean Ft. Chris Brown - My Last Lyrics:
[Chris Brown]
Hands up in the air
I just want the
I just want the baddest bitch in the world
Right here on my lap

And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
I’mma I’mma hmm hmm, like it’s my last (boi)
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma get it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

[Big Sean]
Ok, now where that alcohol
You aint even got to ask
Cause I’mma drink it all like, like its my last
She a 7 in the face, but a 10 in the ass
She even look better by the end of my glass
See I just walked in fresher than the shirts off in this muthf-cka
Ima need a bad broad to twirk off in this muthaf-cka
I’mma go hard till it hurts off in this muthaf-cka
I’mma ball so you gotta work off in this muthaf-cka
The work, and I can get you anything you want
I could, I could, I could put you on
See you look like Beyonce so do it like Beyon…
Do it like Beyonce and put it on Sean
Grind hard but a got a lot to show for it
Always had drive like I had to chauffeur it
My team’s so true we should get a camera crew
To follow us around and make a show for us
[Chris Brown - Hook]
And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
I’mma I’mma hmm hmm, like it’s my last (boi)
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma get it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

[Big Sean - Verse 2]
Now, I’mma fill this glass up like it’s my last
I’mma do, do it, like its my last
I’mma spend this cash up like it’s my last
And I’mma make it last, like it’s my last
And I’m gone, can’t remember where I am
But she forget about her man when they tell her who I am
And they introduce my fan
Now she all up in space
All all up in my face like you remember who I am
Since I signed the con’, I’m Louie Vuitton shine
Up in Benny Han Han eating all the Wonton
Rose rose over a little Chandon
Put her hands down my pants now she rocking Sean John
Man I just ended up on everybody guestlist
I’m just doing better than what everybody projected
Knew that I’d be here so if you asked me how I feel
I’mma just tell you, its everything that I expected
Boi, boi

[Chris Brown]
Hands up in the air
(One time for the West side, let me see them hands..)
Hands up in the air
(Two times if you love GOOD Music)
Hands up in the air
(And three times for the baddest chick in the World who got her hands up in the air)
Hands up in the air

[Chris Brown - Hook]
And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
I’mma I’mma umm umm, like it’s my last (boi)
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma get it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

[Bridge]
Big ass bottles, Big Ice buckets
I work too hard to be ballin’ on a budget
Me and my people do it big out in public cause
Cause if you don’t do it big, you aint doing nothing

[Chris Brown - Hook]

T.I. ft. Drake – Poppin' Bottles Lyrics and Download

T.I. ft. Drake – Poppin' Bottles Lyrics:
My section in the club, Remy, Rose
when you’re all ready say go, okay
everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
everybody pop a bottle, make that thing go pop
you see him standing on the furniture doing his thing
tell the club owner, f-ck yo’ crouch, Rick James n-gga
pop a bottle, make that thing go bloaw
let her drink it till she drown
atta girl gon’ wild, pop a bottle
bow, bow, bow….

Bring the 1738 Champagne the boss
watch ya gettin’ money make it rain buy a bottle
pop a cork, dork
if I may retort
I ball just as hard tomorrow as the day before
I pop bottles but I dont pour
save the glass for guys, we ballin’ on a budget
f-ck it, let your glasses rise
I’m straight to the head with mine, why you acting surprised
ask any hoe who know me, all I do is smash and ride
buckets of bubbly, shake it up and let it splash in the eyes
no subtraction, only cash to divide
we gettin’ money, bank roll, supersized
whether rain, sleet, sunny
let the good times roll and the bottles keep coming

Yeah, okay, bring that sh-t to poppa
I heard you talk bout other n-ggas
them other n-gga no matter
the tag team back b-tch, boom shakalaka
me and Weezy run this bitch so bring me one soda and vodka
and a fuji for my n-gga cause the police probably watching
man, probation is a bitch but going back is not an option
we be sunning all these n-ggas, put there ass up for adoption
and we start with straight shots, that get the bottle poppin’
we be working all night, telethon sh-t
roll a super skinny once you ?
oooh, thats that fire, that have you calm sh-t
you with a lot of dudes, that’s that Elton John sh-t
ahhh, to each his own, I like a fruit thats grown
I like a bad b-tch from a decent home
me and Tip, thats that pimpin’ that we preachin’ on
and everybody tryna listen n-gga, speakerphone

I know the sucker wish the judge threw the book at me
cause I show up to the club, super cool, look at me
everything brand new, you get money like who?
spent 150 on my car and my Audemar too
when I walk up in the spot, aint nobody saw you
they see me like “there he go”
look at you like ” ahh who?”
bought every bottle at the bar
shortie you know how I do
I take em all across your , I aint finna argue
still big sh-t poppin, nothing changed but my clothes
triple digits in my pocket, rubber band bank roll
tell the bitch I take you places where your man can’t go
can’t be, he aint doing sh-t, if he aint me
cant you see the difference between us when I walkin to the door
your twenty thousand worth of ones, start letting money go
let it fly, throw some twenty when my one running low
fifty stack, I’mma show you how to ball, triple that!!!!