My Homie Lyrics Schoolboy Q

[Hook]
What's a real nigga addiction?
Money weed and b!tches
Hanging with snitches
Shit it wasn't my intention

[Verse 1]
I didn't know I knew him for years
?Who would think his gums were soft?
To all my niggas I would die for
Load my pistol up go out and war for
Spend my last you keep your half we all poor
No way to go ill walk you through my front door
My ninjas do the same see when we was younger You were my mane
Nigga I wouldn't figure you would be on that stand
Puttin my life up in you hands pointin your finger like daaaaamn
For really though? We was just sling oxy like a year ago
You knew my sister tho auntie cousins and my uncle Joe
Cuz you hit my dro see my nigga you's a ho remember those cheerios
Ninja turtles on my grandmas floor I'm liike fo sho donatello
Catch you on the rebound you bound to drizzound
Grave lounge where you sit down what goes around comes a rizzound
The skies up inhale it slow keep yo mouth shut bet he won't tell no mo

[Hook x2]
What's a real nigga addiction?
Money weed and b!tches
Hanging with snitches
Shit it wasn't my intention

[Verse 2]
Started around the bottom ended up at the top
Heard you was in some trouble I unretired my Glock
Did what I did who woulda knew you was the cops
Talkin all on the phone to your homies about a plots
Got me up in the box thought that you was my nigga
Ya got your sentence reduced cause you told them that I pulled the trigger
And I was lookin out for you
Tried to show him just how we do
Put all my shit aside now I'm through
Figured that I would keep it crippy
This what this real nigga get me
Locked up for like a century
While you get chances of a Bentley
F-ck my old b!tches while I beat my d!ck plenty
My shootin figure itchy but I hope somebody get him
But probably not shit I ain't sweatin it
Cuz got me hot better get his ass popped
Can't get over how we was tough as leather
Man we did everything together
F-cked our first b!tches earned our first cheddar
Robbed the first nigga was down for whatever
And ill blast till forever if we had too
But it's all cool

[Hook x2]
What's a real nigga addiction?
Money weed and b!tches
Hangin with snitches
Shit it wasn't my intention

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Tech N9ne Lyrics Am I A Psycho

(Ft. B.o.B & Hopsin)

[Intro]
I see you looking at me
Looking at me, so I ask

[Hook]
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho

[Verse 1: Tech]
You’re crazy, I like you, but you’re crazy, my tours paid me
So I used that dough to allure ladies, to manure bathe me
Never that, my mind’s for sure shady
Pure Hades, Rev X Steady couldn’t endure to save me
Why did I let this stripper burn me on the arm with a cigarette
In the same spot 10 times in a row when I felt that burn upon the clitoris?
I’ma get her wet, sorry to get carried away, I feel stupid cause I ain’t did her yet
Maybe she never let a fine nigga stare at her breasts, I get vexed but I ain’t bit her neck
Open! I try to contain it but that damn dame thang’s soakin’
Alter ego say why you let them gang bang folk in
Strange Lane hopin’ I can maintain coping
But ain’t nobody talkin when the insane mane spoken
I like fire on my skin, blood on my draws
From up on her walls, I’m suffering, I’m stuck in her claws
Stuffed in her jaws, huffin’ and puffin’ huddling on my dog afterwards
I like really hot scoldering water on my balls

[Hook]
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho

[Verse 2: Hopsin]
Mom? Dad? I’m no longer the boy you’ve used to seeing
I’ve changed a lot, plus I’ve grown to hate every human being
My mood swings have now turned my dreams into gruesome scenes
Now I’m doing things I don’t normally do
When illusion seem to be the only pleasures I can gain
Heck, if I was sane I’d put down the mic and say f-ck it I’ll never rise to fame
But with the wicked records I contain, I could probably jump a 1000 name
No lovey-dovey let’s ignite the flame if you’re lucky you survive the pain
Sorry that ain’t very merry to say, why is this game so scary to play?
Well let me think, cause every day my balls are getting too hairy to shave
Pause a minute, I’m stressin’ the game if I go to hell, than heaven’s is to blame
I don’t mean to come off crazy but you mothaf-ckas seem to think that I’m hella deranged
When I was seven years old, I fell on my head and I severed my brain
If you think I’m lying then ask my mama nigga she’ll go tell you the same
Should I be ashamed? No, I’m living my life so ghetto fabulous
Before you get bent outta shape let me ask you this

[Hook]
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho

[Verse 3: B.o.B]
I stab you with this mic and rap this verse I’m rappin’ to you
Matter fact I’m rapping through you, never say my motherf-cking name
Unless you absolutely have to I am not no fucking jacket
With no matching shoes and you are not no fashion guru
Can’t even see you niggas, y’all wish I was rappin’ to you
Matter of fact act like I’m rappin’ to you if that gives you passion
To use as an excuse to jump out of conclusion
That I’m attackin you dudes is just like old fashion voodoo
Y’all ain’t even the shit, no ya’ll ain’t even the doodoo
I got more flavor on the tissue paper under my Toobos
So I’m slapping you fools with wooden paddles you stupid
Baby sitting little bastards like little afternoon children
You can call me psychotic but it’s more like schizophrenic
And I can speak can anyone tell me just where my medicine is
Guess I gotta show these minors just what my avenue is
Man I swear I’m all up out of my brain like gradual students
I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings
I see your tears, come here, give me your face, let me clear it
But I wonder how it would look if I could peel it back with a skilliet
Then I’mma fill it crack when I hit it, then I’mma spill it back when you ill it
Dammit Bobit Moore, what in the hell, what in the heaven, what in the Earth
Where is your mom? Why do you curse? Where are you from?
Where was your birth? Where was you first? Why weren’t you in church?
Why is there dirt, all on your shirt? Man I think that you’re going berserk..

[Hook]
Am I a psycho? Am I a psycho?
Yeah I’m a psycho, I guess I’m a psycho

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Rick Ross Lyrics Party Heart

(Ft. Stalley & 2 Chainz)

[Hook]
The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I’m just ready to go right before the party start, party start
Girl I’m not gon’ break your party heart, party heart
Girl I’m just letting you know because we bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go

[Verse 1 : Stalley]
Outside slamming Chevy doors, Chevy doors, Chevy door
Rims tall as John Salley though, Salley though, Salley though
Gold chains, mainly Figaro, Figaro, Figaro, and one of them Rolex links
Mister T necklace, Slick Rick rings, diamonds dancing through the night
Pregamed all day, waiting for the night
I’m on the tree, she on Ketel One and Sprite
Told her take it light cause later on gon’ be tight
6-4 low rider solid gold pipes, stars and the stripes
Spangled Banner cameras and the lights, stars out tonight
Red carpet life, standing on them couches, blowing clouds at bouncers
Spilling champagne on my trousers, it’s a party all around us

[Hook]
The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I’m just ready to go right before the party start, party start
Girl I’m not gon’ break your party heart, party heart
Girl I’m just letting you know because we bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go

[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
Me and LeBron got the same whips
Me and Dwyane on the same strip
Me and Wiz burn the same piff
Me and Stalley need the same pick
Me and Meek bone the same chicks
Me and Wale rock the same kicks
Contract like I play for the Knicks
My crib look like I’m still playing with bricks
My Chevrolet shines like a marble floor
Baby keep it raw, have you modeled before?
Fontaine Bleau, Club Liv, gold bottles galore
We can party hard in exclusive couture
Starting at your toes and I’m travelling north
Down south boy, diabolical boss
Hermes belt, spent a G for it
The G5 ready for a D-boy

[Hook]
The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I’m just ready to go right before the party start, party start
Girl I’m not gon’ break your party heart, party heart
Girl I’m just letting you know because we bout to party hard, party hard
I hope you ready to go

[Verse 3 : 2 Chainz]
You know I like to party hard, hard, hard
Use a Glock for my bodygurad, guard, guard
Throw it to my dogs, now it’s far-fetched
I be on the block with Ron like Ar-test
Niggas saying that they ’bout it but I’m ’bout this caper
Damn near got carpel tunnel trying to count this paper
Met a girl named Jamaica but she from Decatur
Got a brother with the work, trying to get my cake up
Had a crib with the lake when I was 24
Bought rims for the car off of (?)
Niggas round the city, they have been exposed
If you really getting money then it’s really dough
I’m on the phone with a b!tch that say she wanna smoke
Click on the other line, this b!tch say she really broke
Man what gives? I got ideas, they don’t wanna listen
All you gotta do is pay tithes and pay attention
I wanna thank God, for this permission, with this intention

[Hook]
The music gets into my party heart, party heart
Now I’m just ready to go right before the party start, party start
Girl I’m not gon’ break your party heart, party heart

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Rick Ross Lyrics MMG Untouchable

When you get a lil’ paper, get ready for haters
They standin’ in line, they all suffer from vapors
I got me a ghost, I took off the tint
B!tch look at my face, I’m a grown ass man
I’m buying real estate and I’m buildin’ my plans
Can’t name a realer place, goin’ gram for gram
And all the killas hate, know who the f-ck I am
Look in a nigga face, watch me count my grams
My dog my trigga mate, and we ’bout them games
I’m talking trigga plate never safe for lames
Just beat another charge, made ‘em drop that case
My lawyers goin’ hard, a nigga versus the state
Just bought another car, had to drop that top
For 200 dollars, she’ll suck that c0ck
Cause when you seen with me I’mma up that stock
I got that green with me, Gucci got those blocks
And then the cheese drippin, I like my nachos hot
As far as green niggas, yeah you might get got
Breaking down my key, trying to see me the most
Greenhouse on the couch, nigga see in the toast
Niggas makin’ the threats, you could put ‘em on Twitter
But out of respect I handle mine like a killer
I’m runnin’ the city like a pair of new J’s
Maybe the ? in the luggage, I got these hoes in a daze
Pan America raised, sippin Cir’c lemonade
Baby drop me a eighth and baby boy straight
In the back of the ghost, I can’t hear no whispers
In the back of your mind you wanna be that nigga

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Rick Ross Lyrics Last Breath

(Ft. Meek Mill & Birdman)

[Intro]
Nigga, long as you living how you wanna live
Niggas gon’ talk about you
And that’s completely fine with me (Believe that, nigga)
Niggas only salute, niggas that’s dead, and niggas in prison (Living legends)
I wanna ball though

[Hook : Rick Ross]
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin’ that syrup, might front you a block
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that p-ssy, I go shopping for hoes

[Verse 1 - Rick Ross]
I got a house on my neck, my Panamera my pet
We bought ringside seats, and got a brick I can pet
Money, power respect, I took your b!tch with finesse
Chickens jumping like checkers, but this game is chess
What’s at stake is your freedom, niggas paying the price
When the judge drop the mallet, all he said was life
Nigga damn near fainted, barely stare at your wife
Brother took all your clothes, whip, sneakers, and ice
Got me holding my nuts, while I’m rolling the dice
760 new Beamer, got me rolling in white
Very few that you trust, better keep in your sight
Thinking I’m doing wrong, when these niggas ain’t right

[Hook : Rick Ross]
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin’ that syrup, might front you a block
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that p-ssy, I go shopping for hoes

[Verse 2 : Meek Mill]
I just scooped me a BM
And bought me a Rolls
When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was Hov
All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold
I heard them suckas was hatin’, I’m f-cking all of they hoes
So I don’t blame ‘em, no I don’t knock ‘em
But if they play my dogs, we slay ‘em, I’m talkin’ pop ‘em
Want some attention, hall-of-fame ‘em, they talkin’ bout us
Acting like b!tches ’til we spray ‘em, get the coffin out ya
We all about it, ahhhhh
I’m ballin’ till my very last breath
I hustle like I’m on my last cheque
And I ain’t even in my bag yet
I wake up in the morning, where the cash at, GO!

[Hook : Rick Ross]
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin’ that syrup, might front you a block
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that p-ssy, I go shopping for hoes

[Verse 3 : Rick Ross]
All I see is this money, never hate with your niggas
Better pray to your maker, before you war with the sinner
Ask forgiveness for mine, so I know that I’m good
All them niggas we robbed, trips T man took
Talkin’ panhandle pimpin, niggas Chevy was lemon
Nigga dressing in linen, bases loaded first inning
Taking over the checks, relocating the tenants
Pulling open your vest, motivation is spinach
I gotta handle my business, I pay my mortgages first
When you cross a super-soaker I bet your water get burst
Ain’t no love on this side, just jealous niggas who ride
Until the day that you die, just hold your head to the sky

[Verse 4 : Birdman]
Ballin’ till my last breath
Uptown, flashy life with my Smith & Wess
Hallways, choppa boys everyday
Spend your bank full of hundred B’s in your face
My lil nephew was a born killa
Real nigga on the field, killa kill nigga
‘Til I showed him how to cook a bird
Killa nigga nigga only if I finna work
Matches up in every town
Puttin’ it down, hold it down for my f-ckin’ rounds
All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way

[Hook : Rick Ross]
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a yacht, Waikiki or not
Still sippin’ that syrup, might front you a block
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
I’m ballin’ til my very last breath
Just bought me a Benz, just bought me a Rolls
I pay for that p-ssy, I go shopping for hoes

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Rick Ross New Bugatti Lyrics

[Verse 1 : Diddy]
You niggas paranoid, I party getting money
I know I’m the shit, my janitor be getting money
I got a skyscraper, it’s a hell of a view
Got me closer to God, angel wings on my coupe
Pray for me damn, I grind every day for it
If you see me riding in it, it means I paid for it
Bugatti Boy, one point eight four
I got money, baby I could order eight more
F-ck the Forbes list, let’s tell the truth, I ate more
I got a billion, baby, time to get me eight more
Twelve bedrooms, time to get me eight more
Stack all the cases of Ciroc up on the eighth floor

[Hook : Rick Ross & Diddy]
Got a hundred mil’
(It’s time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel?
(I may need me another one)
Five bad b!tches
(Just got me another one)
P. Diddy run the city
(Never be another one)
Five mil’ cash
(And I need another one)
Rocking a different Rollie
(No, it’s not the other one)
Second to none at getting money
(Nigga, number one)
Real niggas run the city
(Never be another one)

[Verse 2 : Diddy]
These haters speculate
They always watching mine
She know what time it is
Just like my watch line
My clothes line
The cologne, b!tch
I know you smell this money, sitting on this throne, b!tch
I’m strong, b!tch
I own shit
Gave myself a ten-digit bonus
I’m the money man
Money never financed
Come get this money, baby
With your fine ass
If your nigga broke, it’s time to get another one
If your b!tch is tripping, time to get another one
I’m Puff Daddy, b!tch, there’ll never be another one
Bugatti Boys forever one

[Hook : Rick Ross & Diddy]
Got a hundred mil’
(It’s time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel?
(I may need me another one)
Five bad b!tches
(Just got me another one)
P. Diddy run the city
(Never be another one)
Five mil’ cash
(And I need another one)
Rocking a different Rollie
(No, it’s not the other one)
Second to none at getting money
(Nigga, number one)
Real niggas run the city
(Never be another one)

[Verse 3 : Rick Ross]
I’m feeling the money
I’m loving the paper
Nigga hating the hood
Took his ho to Jamaica
If I let down the top
Let the breeze in my beard
V.I.P. is the spot
They playing musical chairs
My Colombian the man, all the beam-me-up shorty
Got that money in the bag that can hold a f-cking body in
One point five for this brand new black Bugatti
Jewels like I’m Slick Rick, Bally shoes, la di da di
Feeling myself, b!tch, you do the same
F-ck what I spend at the bar, you should see how I came
My b!tch had a vest, with one foot in the trap
If I bust at your chest, I bet that’s a wrap

[Hook : Rick Ross & Diddy]
Got a hundred mil’
(It’s time to get another one)
How this Bugatti feel?
(I may need me another one)
Five bad b!tches
(Just got me another one)
P. Diddy run the city
(Never be another one)
Five mil’ cash
(And I need another one)
Rocking a different Rollie
(No, it’s not the other one)
Second to none at getting money
(Nigga, number one)
Real niggas run the city
(Never be another one)

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Rick Ross Ft. French Montana Off the Boat Lyrics

[Intro]
Testify on my nigga, I’mma blow up your house
For the last few years, I had control of the south
When you head up north, either one with the coke
French Montana, straight off the boat

[Hook]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
We ’bout it

[Verse 1 : French Montana]
This that her0in flow, just signed to Atlantic
I get it fresh off the boat, I get it ‘cross the Atlantic
I just fired my banker, now I just rubberband it
Shit I cop me some acres, shit I cop me some (?)
I hear voices all in my head, brick all in my (?)
F-ck you do with that bread, b!tches all in my ear
I done counted a dollar, then I counted a million
Then I looked up to God like what the f-ck is this feeling
I got a rush for that life, I had a b!tch out the projects
She used to package the white and bring me back my deposit
I’m talking 8 grand a piece, I’m on the floor with the Lakers
I’m talking 8 grand a seat, Louie sneaks with no laces

[Hook]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
We ’bout it

[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
Maybach on Monday, Testarossa on Tuesday
My wide body on Wednesday but my boat is my beauty
All my Friday’s Ferrari, like to pull out my jewelry
If you work with the judge, better pray to the jury
I got put in a rental, and I’m strapped like I’m Boobie
Had more guns in the car than the whole state of Missouri
Get it straight off the boat, yea my life is a movie
Got a 3 story mansion, b!tch hot water jacuzzi
Get it straight off the boat, she get it straight off the plate
(?), but it ate off her face
Now they tapping my phones, wanna give me the Rico
Speaking Spanish to Papi, tryna get them for cinco

[Hook]
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it) straight off the boat
(I need it) straight off the boat
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I get it!) 8 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand a piece
(I need it!) 5 grand for me
(We got it) New York niggas
(We got it) down south niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
(Don’t doubt it) all real niggas
We ’bout it

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Drake Lyrics Headlines

[Verse 1:]
I might be too strung out on compliments
Overdosed on confidence
Started not to give a fuck and stopped fearing the consequence
Drinking every night because we drink to my accomplishments
Faded way too long I'm floating in and out of consciousness
And they sayin' I'm back, I'd agree with that
I just take my time with all this shit, I still believe in that
I had someone tell me I fell off, ohh I needed that
And they wanna see me pick back up, well where'd I leave it at
I know I exaggerated things, now I got it like that
Tuck my napkin in my shirt, cause I'm just mobbin' like that
You know good and well that you don't want a problem like that
You gone make someone around me catch a body like that
No don't do it, please don't do it, cause one of us goes in
And we all go through it
Drizzy got the money, so Drizzy gone pay it
Those my brothers, I ain't even gotta say it
That's just something they know

[Chorus: Drake]
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
Yeah they know yeah
That the real is on the rise
Fuck them other guys
I even gave them a chance to decide
Now it's something they know
They know, they know, they know
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[Verse 2:]
Yeah, I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mind.
Then she wanna ask when it got so empty
Tell her I apologize it happened over time
She says they missed the old drake, girl don't tempt me
If they don't get it, they'll be over you
That new shit that you got is overdue
You better do what you suppose to do
I'm like why I gotta be all that but still I can't deny the fact that it's true
Listen to you expressing all them feelings
Soap opera rappers all these niggas sound like all my children
And that's who you thinking is 'bout to come and make a killing
I guess it really is just me, myself and all my millions.
You know the game even got it like that.
You gone hype me up and make me catch a body like that
Cause I live for this it isn't just a hobby like that.
When they get my shit and play it, I ain't even gotta say it, they know

[Chorus:]
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
They know, they know, they know
Yeah they know yeah
That the real is on the rise
Fuck them other guys
I even gave them a chance to decide
Now it's something they know
They know, they know, they know
I be yelling out money over everything, money on my mind.
Tell em' I apologize it happened over time

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Ne-Yo Tell Me That You Love It Lyrics

Girl f you feel it then speak it
You would enjoy
This love is no secret
But if you want it to be
Then I keep it
As long as you don't keep it from me
Let they know
I see the smile when you're sleeping
Girl I bet I'm not what you're dreaming
You're dreaming by a love so good
They makes it all hard to breathe
That's me baby

I've seen a smile and ..sleeping
Girl I know just what you dreaming
You're dreaming bout a love so good
That it makes it all hard to breathe
That's me girl

[Chorus]
Baby tell me that you love it
I'm loving when you tell me that you love it
Uh baby when I kiss it when I touch it
Can't get enough and I love it when you tell my soul
Oh baby tell em that you love it
I love it when you tell em that you love it
Uh baby if you love this love
Girl just let me know

When I love it when you say it
You make me wanna record and replay it
Hit it with the reverb and delay it
Baby say it again

You gotta know what love to give it to you
I'ma give it to you
Any damn any hour, every minute
Baby save the world that's what I'm gonna give
Baby that's what I'm gonna give

Baby girl now you can get it
Any hour, any minute
Baby save the world that's what I'm gonna give

[Chorus]
Baby tell me that you love it
I'm loving when you tell me that you love it
Uh baby when I kiss it when I touch it
Can't get enough and I love it when you tell my soul
Oh baby tell em that you love it
I love it when you tell em that you love it
Uh baby if you love this love
Girl just let me know

Say the word, say the word, say the word
Oh baby baby let me know
You're my love, this love,
You're my love, this love
Say the word, say the word, say the word
Oh baby baby let me know
That you love, this love
You love this love

[Chorus]
Baby tell me that you love it
I'm loving when you tell me that you love it
Uh baby when I kiss it when I touch it
Can't get enough and I love it when you tell my soul
Oh baby tell em that you love it
I love it when you tell em that you love it
Uh baby if you love this love
Girl just let me know

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Cassidy You So Phony Lyrics

[Intro]
Cassidy
The business man
Law city family
Out of these phony motherf-ckers

[Hook]
If you winner in the street
You ain’t my homie motherf-cker
Cause the industry if full of phony motherf-ckers
Real niggers in the industry is lonely motherf-ckers
Cause the industry if full of phony motherf-ckers
You so phony
You so phony
Who’s so phony?
You so phony
You so phony
Who’s so phony?
You so phony
You so phony
Who’s so phony?
Homie you make me sick
Cause you is as fake as they get
You so phony

[Verse 1]
Homie I’m official
You a gimmick
You a snitch
Just admit it
You a b!tch
Switch your image
Real rap
Real cats it’s all the fine in business
I was taught to keep my mind on my business
And mind my business
Cause you do is fake
But have food on your plate
Get your foodie
Delicious
You niggers soft like my mama biscuits
I buck shots like BDP
My heat is sneeze
I’m cold with the timing
If you try me you can easily bleed
What came first?
The weed plant or the seed of weed?
Put the magnum on when you smash it
You’re looking easy E
Time ticking
You can’t judge a book by it’s cover
But motherf-ckers know my life story
Now I’m fiction
Your punch line’s fiction
My punch line’s sickening
I’m legendary
My parents rapped
It’s hereditary
The greatest line you could ever say
I’d have said already
If I ain’t the best
Then who ever better is dead already

[Hook]
If you winner in the street
You ain’t my homie motherf-cker
Cause the industry if full of phony motherf-ckers
Real niggers in the industry is lonely motherf-ckers
Cause the industry if full of phony motherf-ckers
You so phony
You so phony
Who’s so phony?
You so phony
You so phony
Who’s so phony?
You so phony
You so phony
Who’s so phony?
Homie you make me sick
Cause you is as fake as they get
You so phony

[Verse 2]
You got to watch the dudes that move with you
Cause you’re worse than he me a friend
Like he cool with you
My only friend my cat
Cause cats act like they’re you friends
And stab you in the back
Now what type of friend is that
My friend a rat
I’m not defending that
I ain’t into that
My friend a snitch
I ended a friendship
Is a real news rattle
When I rat cat’s get intimidated
I renovated my flow
So niggers could…
I’ve been your favorite
I used to cut so much coop
That I’ve been the reason
Now I got poor like slot machines
You ever been to Vegas?
They hustle up and hustling
Since the beginning stages
I lived from… to enterprise
And go get the pies
Hate the roll
Come back to the kitchen stove
And whip the pies
Break it down, back it up, add it up
And then flip the pies
Forget the lies
Scope the pope cope
It’s like shit that flies
Don’t let this business get you hypnotized

[Hook]
If you winner in the street
You ain’t my homie motherf-cker
Cause the industry if full of phony motherf-ckers
Real niggers in the industry is lonely motherf-ckers
Cause the industry if full of phony motherf-ckers
You so phony
You so phony
Who’s so phony?
You so phony
You so phony
Who’s so phony?
You so phony
You so phony
Who’s so phony?
Homie you make me sick
Cause you is as fake as they get
You so phony

[Verse 3]
Homie I just took a pay cut
When shit hit the fan
I hit my man that’s moving wade up
To Get my cake up
I take a b!tch that got some A cups
The stuff I brought with the bricks
Now she got some bigger tits
That’s the best way
TSA don’t even frisk the b!tch
Cause no she got some double D’s
Titties worth a couple keys
Loaf is with the double G’s
Jack it with a couple G’s
I hustle trees
Cause I made a dove off a couple peas
Trust and believe
I’m in the mood for some loon b!tches
Dude you think the b!tches I got
News some new pitching
In this cruel business
I ain’t got no homes
Cause niggers so thick so phony
I’m so lonely

[Hook]
If you winner in the street
You ain’t my homie motherf-cker
Cause the industry if full of phony motherf-ckers
Real niggers in the industry is lonely motherf-ckers
Cause the industry if full of phony motherf-ckers
You so phony
You so phony
Who’s so phony?
You so phony
You so phony
Who’s so phony?
You so phony
You so phony
Who’s so phony?
Homie you make me sick
Cause you is as fake as they get
You so phony

[Verse 4]
This whole industry full of phony motherf-ckers
It ain’t a lot of real niggers left
I’m like one of the last real niggers around
And you can hear it in my music
But all these fake us niggers
Running around
Talking about the cribs they living in
Not letting the streets know that they ratting them motherf-ckers
These niggers talk about these big cars they driving
Not letting the streets know that they leasing the motherf-ckers
These niggers blingin’ but that shit is fake
Ain’t none of the motherf-cker diamonds real
And all of these b!tches running around here with these fake titties and fake asses and fake faces and fake ear and fake nose
These niggers fake it and the motherf-cker too
It’s like you can’t find no real motherf-ckers in this world no more
For real

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Ne-Yo In Love With You Lyrics

May not be what you think you want
I don't fit your mode of affection
Using me breaks so many hearts
Which explains your constant rejections

But I know
When it's real
And I wanna show you girl
But everytime that I try
Shut me down
Shut me down

Shut me down, down down
Shut me down, down down
Shut me down, down down
Shut me down, down down

For what it's worth I'm in love with you
Said for what it's worth I'm in love with you
For what it's worth I'm in love with you
Said for what it's worth I'm in love with you

You believe that I'm messin' around
That it can't be real what I'm saying
But I've never felt what I feel right now
So believe me girl I ain't playing

Cuz I know
When it's real
And I wanna show you girl
But everytime that I try
Shut me down
Shut me down

You shut me down, down down
You shut me down, down down

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Ne-Yo Regardless Lyrics

I'm not sure about tomorrow
Life has few guarantees
But girl if I know nothing at all
Know that I will be
Standing here regardless
Life would bring us the struggle
This won't always be free,
Free of pressure
But come hello words
Know that I will be
Standing here regardless

If the sun just falls from the sky
And if every … right
Sure the angels know how to fly
Knows that I will
Be standing here regardless
Hey yo, ey,

I can't picture ever more
Don't know what it looks life
But girl if I know nothing at all
I know if you're not there
I'm not going regardless
Life is scary sometimes
And the dark leaves you blind
But when you

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Ne-Yo The Best Part Is You Lyrics

Worst part about fighting with yourself
Is that even if you win, you loose
Can't place the blame on everybody else
So I'm fighting with myself over you

I should have played it different but I didn't know
I never pictured you without me or you letting go
I should have seen it coming
I should have thought it through
The best part of me has always been you
And no apology can bring you back to me
Feels like I'm suffocating, you are the air I'm breathing out
I'm so down and can't move and I'm beating me up over you

The worst part about fighting with yourself
Is that even if you win, you lose, yeah
Can't place the blame on everybody else
So I'm fighting with myself over you
Maybe it's better making you feel you were crazy
Instead of just being the man to fight it
And can't blame, you knew that I was cheating
And I knew that you knew
But when you call me on it
I just turned around on you
Begging you don't let go
?? confusion, confusing you of not trusting me
All I'm doing wrong, so I sit around fighting myself all day long

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Mac Miller Blue Slide Park Lyrics

Blue Slide Park
Its Blue Slide Park man (uhh)
Its fuckin’ Blue Slide Park

Hey, I got these Ray-Ban shades, kinda look like something Lennon would rock
It seems like now I got a couple bags whenever I shop
Louie shoes, Polo socks, some name brand dumb shit
Logo never make a man, but I’m still blowing thousands on it
No clue what I’m calling my album
Fans be at my van screaming, calling me Malcom
Never knew the outcome be this much cash now
Bank account looking like a George Young stash house
Young and acting out, the topics that I rap about
Be varying from politics to bitches pulling asses out
That’s exactly how I do this as a rapper
I’m nuttin’ in her mouth, you tongue kissing her after
Daughters’ moms kinda want me neutered
But they also want the kid to cum right on their cooter
Have the music sounding better then guitar tuners
Plus I’m doing shows daily call me John Stewart
So who you know that’s iller than Mac Miller and company
It’s like I planted money seeds right underneath the f-cking tree
Now I got a hundred g’s so none of ya’ll can f-ck with me
Yeah I said it publicly so run and tell your mother, motherf-cker
I said run and tell your mother, motherf-cker

Hold up Jerm let me spit the second
Hey yo I breeze past haters In the E-class quickly
And deep did a hundred songs in six weeks
Shit keeps going on and on
We just tryna go bananas like it’s Donkey Kong
Yeah on my grind, always need to work
So I be eatin’ good, you be eatin’ dirt
If you talking shit, you gonna see me smirk
While the DJ be scratching til the needles burst
A couple screws probably loose in my head
Holla at my girl, tell her bring that doobie to bed
I’m a regular guy with an irregular life
Except I’m a Lamborghini if it’s racing a bike
Who knew that I can turn some sound into something so cool
Fresh kicks, see me I’m busting the moves
Coming in soon to a theater near you
Creep in your kitchen start eating your food
Girls tryna f-ck I don’t be in the mood
No time for p-ssy when money’s in the room, Oh
I switch flows, switch rhythm
Sick spittin’, unlimited ammunition

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Fabolous Lyrics Unfuckwitable

[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?

[Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Hold up, I'm hotter than a fugitive
America's most wanted, that swag lucrative
Unf-ckwitable, slanging that mineral
Talking that g talk, living like a general
Ten bottles in the club sound like the minimal
My niggas them killas for real, I'm talking federal
It's f-ck you, it's f-ck you, never no subliminal
Stacking ones every day, active criminal
Me and twenty million cash look identical
If you broke and you in the streets, you suckers pitiful
Hoes say they love a nigga after they f-ck a nigga
But I ain't looking for love, that's for s-cker niggas
Let him be your man, I'll gladly be the other nigga
Cuddle with dog all winter, I'm your summer nigga
Hustle from sunup, hustle til the sun down
Bullshit aside, I'm the realest killer in town
Most the niggas in the streets, they know how I get down
Bad b!tch riding shotty when the top let down
Look, as a young boy I used to have hoop dreams
Now I'm like Shaq, I still got hoop dreams

[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
I ain't feeling niggas, I ain't that sentimental
I got no words for 'em, let's just keep it instrumental
I put it down where I stay, word to incidentals
And guess who opened the door you niggas entered in through?
Y'all would never measure up using my ruler
You're more soft than a second-year high schooler
My nigga Hov told me finish my breakfast
And now I'm looking at you niggas like breakfast
French toast, turkey bacon
Shit's in bad shape, too many squares circulating
Money talks and y'all voices are unheard
When they ask about us, one word
Unf-ckwitable, we be in the town too
That's why them boys call us the not-f-cking-around crew
Brooklyn keep on taking it, known to get our divo on
When you touch down, bow down, get your Tebow on
You won't say it in the street, don't say it in your tweets
You won't say it when we meet, don't say it on them beats
Real nigga shit, RNS
Last night was a movie, starring us

[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?

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Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f-ck it, I don't wanna go to court
F-ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F-ck it, I'm on the run for the money
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid
I'm gettin' money, that's in any nigga category
Double M I got G’s out in California

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y'all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga that's all
Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
Its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in Appolo lounge
Me and my G from DC that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in Apollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga
I tell a b!tch its more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M's
Kobe my nigga I hate it, had to be him
B!tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(B!tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucien I said f-ck it I’m tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix and take her ass out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she'll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin my pinnacle you and p-ssy identical
You like the f-ckin finish line we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my niggas

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Common]
My motto is: Chicago, b!tch
Everybody know you sweet, what the problem is
Don't play dumb, I'm the one that acknowledged it
Son of a b!tch, I imagine what your father is
She said, "How you make your opponent, the rapper of the moment?"
His style, he don't own it
Acting all hard when he hardly like that
You gon' mess around and make me catch a body like that, ooooh
Don't do it
'Cause every song you make Joe is really hoe music
I heard you said you wasn't a b!tch because you sing
You a b!tch because you cling like a b!tch that's eighteen
Can't say my name but rap about a nigga's wife
You so black and white, tryna to live a nigga's life
I'm taking too long with this amateur guy
You ain't wet nobody, nigga, you Canada dry

[Common Speaking]
Soft nigga, make no mistake, I'm talking to Drake
It's the remix. Rick Ross, Common, and that hoe ass nigga
No, man-to-man, don't hide behind them other niggas
Nah, this man-to-man. You can't run behind them man
This is some real man shit right here

[Destiny's Child]
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain't running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Why the sudden change?
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain't running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name

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Rick Ross Ft. Kelly Rowland Mine Games Lyrics

[Intro : Rick Ross]
This not a mine game
But we can play them too
Still running the streets
Cause I wanted to eat
Cause I wanted to eat
Cause I wanted to eat
But she who I wanted to see
Who I wanted to see
Who I wanted with me

[Interlude : Rick Ross]
Me against the world, me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Double R, me and you
Taking over the world
Taking over the world
Taking over the world

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
Going hard was a given the chance I wasn't given
Til I pulled right beside her, she was sitting in the Civic
Man, you was just who I was looking for
Top down, you could never overlook a boy
Big buckets, magnum bottles of that rose
On my R. Kelly, girl I'm 'bout that foreplay
Slow it down, speed it up, I'm just being me
Panamera has the ki's, that just the g in me
Got a crib on the water, need a bathing suit
Bond that we share so unbreakable
Here's a toast to the baddest chick in the room
This is not a mind game, but could play them, too

[Hook : Kelly Rowland]
You don't have to play mine games
Just tell me what's yours is mine
Even when you're far away
You come back to me every time
It's just me and my babe at the end of the day
We ain't gotta play no mind games
Mind games

[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
All-black double R
Me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
You know I'm on the grind
So I miss you at times
All on my mind as I'm scribbling lines
I put the weed out, cause it play with my head
Turn the money down, we just laying in bed
She blowing money wild, bundles of bread
Times are priceless, it can go to your head
I think my mind blown, I barely feel my feet
I'mma hold my head high even in defeat
It's not a mind game so don't even think
Even if it was, it'd be over 'fore you blinked

[Hook : Kelly Rowland]
You don't have to play mind games
Just tell me what's yours is mine
Even when you're far away
You come back to me every time
It's just me and my babe at the end of the day
We ain't gotta play no mind games
Mind games

[Verse 3 : Kelly Rowland]
The sky is the limit
Let's take over the world
And everything in it
Me and my baby gonna ride to the finish
Down from beginning
Ooh what a feeling
Ooh what a feeling

[Interlude : Rick Ross]
Me against the world, me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Double R, me and you
Taking over the world
Taking over the world
Taking over the world

[Hook : Kelly Rowland]
You don't have to play mind games
Just tell me what's yours is mine
Even when you're far away
You come back to me every time
It's just me and my babe at the end of the day
We ain't gotta play no mind games
Mind games

[Outro : Kelly Rowland]
You don't have to play mind games
Just tell me what's yours is mine

[Interlude: Rick Ross]
Me against the world, me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Me and my baby girl
Double R, me and you
Taking over the world
Taking over the world
Taking over the world

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Rick Ross Ft. Nas Triple Beam Dreams Lyrics

[Intro]
Its time to take it to the other side
The side you gotta watch A&E cable television for homie
But we live this shit

I'm not a star
But that's a lie
I've seen a man raise his hand on the stand he testify
Spoke on a homocide
Amongst other things
Even shared my triple beam dreams

[Verse 1 : Nas]
A project minded, individual criminal tactics
Us blacks kids born with birth defects, we hyperactive
Mentally sex-crazed dysfunctional they describe us
They liars, the end of the day, we f-cking survivors
I remember watching Scarface the first time
Look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime
How could I sell this poison to my peoples in my mind
They dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationalize
In a bastardised nation, Magnum 4.5 carrying
Where I'm from, ain't far from Washington Heights the cop Aryan
A rookie boy the cookie didn't make no profit
A stranger to the block I damn near had to make them cop it
It only took a fiend to taste it once to say it's garbage
I brought it back to poppy, ain't tryna take no losses
He focuses on my emotionless young dealer face then pauses
He gives me powder he has faith in Nases
Ambition's to distribute coke
Had additions to gold chains, Mercedes Benz hopes
But I'm again broke
This shit ain't cut for me, other dealers they up their orders
Barely at 62's they already up they quotas
They out there everyday, some true hustlas for ya
I'm at it halfway, none of my customers are loyal
Picturin' piping out the seats of a Pathfinder
Powerful pursuit for p-ssy cash, the flash diamonds
My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
Illegal entrepreneur I got my grades there
Blaming society, man it wasn't made fair
I would be Ivy League if America played fair
Poor excuse and so I was
Throwin' rocks at the pen just for the love
Evil the secret life of G's
You seeing my blurry, triple beam dreams

[Chorus : Rick Ross]
Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators
20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
Dope been coming so you know the income major
Rule number 1 I can't do business with a stranger
Contract killers coming when I feel in danger
Early nineties reminiscing when I had a pager
Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbor

[Verse 2 : Rick Ross]
F-ck boy talking outta turn nigga
In a court room spraying like a germ nigga
25 on a line, them niggas dropping dimes
Cooperation got them red necks dropping time
Khaki suits and them niggas got to acting cute
We was all cool stacking them Acura coupes
More accurately we acted as if jackin' was cool
Snatching niggas out they shoes then wear their jackets to school
F-ck boy, you caught up in my dream
Countin' cream on the cover of a magazine
I'm the Source, got the plug with the uncut
Jay-Z blue magic nigga, what! what!
Brand new S Class with a meal ticket
Nigga cocaine white as Tommy Hilfiger
Ralph Lauren Blue Label as I'm gettin' high
Triple beam dreamin' as the cream multiplys
F-ck boy talking outta turn nigga
'Fore you sell dope there's shit you gotta learn nigga
Home invasions, ducktape
Fornicating, counting money with a f-ck face
F-cking bitches that be giving up your whereabouts
Slow leaks, gotta air 'em out
Kill 'em all, Rolls Royce Ghost nigga ball
Phantom drop head shit, I had to get 'em all
Niggas hate but they know they never get involved
Food on my plate, f-ck 'em all like a
Triple beam dreams, the ghetto's my reality
I'm from where ya hustle determines ya salary
6 figure family member, nigga forget about it
Low income housing, nigga try to get up out it
I got a plan nigga just believe in me
Triple beam dreaming with this thing me

[Chorus : Rick Ross]
Pocketful of money, parking lot full of them haters
Triple beam dreamin', crib with 2 elevators
20 flat screens they got cameras every angle
Dope been coming so you know the income major
Rule number 1: I can't do business with a stranger
Contract killers coming when I feel in danger
Early nineties reminiscing when I had a pager
Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour

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Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics

[Hook]
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe the feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you, you
Glory

Ooooh Glory

[Verse 1 : Jay-Z]
False alarms and false starts
All made better by the sound of your heart
All the pain of the last time
I prayed so hard it was the last time
Your mamma said that you danced for her
Did you wiggle your hands for her?
Glory, Glory, Glory, Sorry
Everything that I prayed for
God's gift, I wish I would've prayed more
God makes no mistakes, I made a few
Rough sledding here and there, but I made it through
I wreak havoc on the world, get ready for part 2
A younger, smarter, faster me
So a pinch of Hov, a whole glass of Bey

[Hook]
Glory
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe what I'm feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you

[Verse 2 : Jay-Z]
Your grand pop died, a nigga fell yeh
Then he died of liver failure
Deep down he was a good man
God damn, I can't deliver failure
Bad ass Lil Hov
2 years old, shopping on Savile Row
Wicked ass Lil B
Hard not to spoil you rotten looking like little me
The most beautifulest thing in this world
Daddy's little girl
You don't yet know what swag is
But you was made in Paris
And mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you disappeared
But nah, baby you magic (voila)
So there you have it, shit happens
Make sure the plane you on is bigger than your carry on baggage
Everybody goes through stuff
Life is a gift love, open it up
You're a child of destiny
You're the child of my destiny
You're my child with the child from Destiny's Child
That's a hell of a recipe
Glory, Glory, Glory, Sorry

[Hook]
Glory
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe what I'm feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you

Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics

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Drake Over My Dead Body Lyrics

How I'm feeling it doesn't matter
Cause you know I'm okay
Instead, I ask myself, why do you hurt me?
When you know I'm the same
I know that you love me baby
Time can take you away from me
Only over my dead body...

I think I killed everybody in the game last year, man
F-ck it I was on though
And I thought I found the girl of my dreams at a strip club
F-ck it I was wrong though
Oh well, I guess you lose some and win some
Long as the outcome is income
You know I want it all and then some
Shout out to Asian girls, let the lights dim sum
Shots came, I don't know where they was sent from
Probably some bad hoes about to take the ? from
I mean you ain't the only real nigga
They got me on these white women like Seal nigga
Slave to the pussy but I'm just playing a field nigga
All these people discussing my career again
Asking if I'll be going platinum in a year again
Don't I got the shit the world wanna hear again?
Don't Michael Jordan still got his hoop earing in?
Man all of your flows bore me: paint drying
And I don't ever be trippin off of what ain't mine
And I be hearing shit you say through the grapevine
But jealousy is just love and hate at the same time
It's been that way from the beginning
And I'm just playing, didn't even know that I was winning
And this is the only sound you should fear
These kids wear crowns over here and everything is alright

[Hook : Chantal Kreviazuk]
How I'm feeling it doesn't matter
Cause you know I'm okay
Instead, I ask myself, why do you hurt me?
When you know I'm the same
I know that you love me baby
Time can take you away from me
Only over my dead body...

You say I'm old news, well who the new star?
Cause if I'm going anywhere, it's probably too far
Just performed at a Bar Mitzvah over in the States
Used half of the money to beat my brother's case
Red wine over Fed time
And shout out to the niggas that's doing dead time
Shout out to the bitches there when it's bedtime
And fuck you to the niggas that think it's their time
Yeah, don't make me take your life apart, boy
You and whoever the fuck gave you your start boy
Or you wanna be a motherfucking funny guy?
Don't make me break your Kevin heart, boy
Yeah, it's whatever. You know, feeling good, living better
I think maybe I was numb to it last year
But you know I feel it now more than ever
My city love me like Mac Dre in the Bay
Second album, I'm back paving the way
The backpackers are back on the bandwagon
Like this was my comeback season back, back in the day
And I met your baby moms last night
We took a picture together, I hope she frames it!
And I was drinking at the Palms last night
And ended up losing everything that I came with
Feel like I've been here before, huh?
Still got 10 years to go, huh?
And this is the only sound you should fear
Man, these kids wear crowns over here
And everything is all right

Drake Over My Dead Body Lyrics

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Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

(Ft. Drake, French Montana)

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f-ck it, I don't wanna go to court
F-ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F-ck it, I'm on the run for the money
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid
I'm gettin' money, thats in any nigga category
Double M I got G's out in California

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 2 : Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y'all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga that's all
Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
Its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in Appolo lounge
Me and my G from DC that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in appollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga
I tell a b!tch its more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M's
Kobe my nigga I hate it, had to be him
Bitch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(B!tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucien I said f-ck it I'm tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Public and take her ass out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she'll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin' my pinnacle you and p-ssy identical
You like the f-ckin finish line we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my niggas

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 3 : French Montana]
For new the coupe to the Ghost dawg
Pigeons on the roof like ghost dawg
Dwight Howard on the post dawg
My niggas got the powder through the post dawg
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head
Niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds
10 grams off my last 250 now
Big ass crib, 250 down, damn
Gave my nigga Mac 75
Then gave my nigga penthouse in another 30
F-ck, got me thinking like I'm 75
Damn, nigga ain't even seen 30

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

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All I Need Lyrics Bruno Mars

(Ft. Master Shortie)

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
Hey y'all Bruno Mars
That's why you taste like to me
And all I need is to sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

I'm a British boy so I do British things
Like nibble on your earlobe but let your body sing
You're my violin and I'm a string
With every breath you take I won't let it sting
So let me in open your doors
What yours is mine, what mine is yours
Where's your p-ssy give me your paws
And I won't mind if it's you going through my drawers
Keep it clean 'cause we're gettin in a mess
Baby girl yeah you're better in the flesh
I heard from your friends that I'm better than your ex
And if I'm real then I'm better than your next
Banofee pie you my sweet tart
That's one of the reasons that you're my sweetheart
So when I meet arse we beat fast
Why don't we just take it slow
So we last

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
That's why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

The world is ours
Put your head back see the stars
I like you just the way you are like Bruno Mars
I know I can, call me Nas
I love your thighs I love your arse
Now give me your flower 'cause I'm a human vase
And I'm about to ride without a pass
I hope ...can keep a secret before I ask
Oh no oh no you're burning my tongue just like a cocoa
Oh no oh no I think you need some cream upon you
You think I got chick what's her name
I ain't lying you're my main
You're the only picture inside my frame
Let's wash it down with sex not champagne

[Chorus:]
Sugar, coco and honey
That's why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

Sugar, coco and honey
That's why you taste like to me
Now all I need is your sex to wash it down
Ooh come here girl right now

Bruno Mars All I Need Lyrics

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Jerry's Record Store Lyrics Mac Miller

In your old man voice
Yeah, a one two, a one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
For one two, for one two
Uh uh nothin' but rhymes its quite simple
Hey its what I create to eliminate the hate
Illuminate the night in the lightning
UFO sightings leave em unidentified
Steady I be getting high
You ain't got no herbal I'ma lend you mine
Its doctor Octagon call him young phenomenon
I leave these rappers starving like its Ramadan
You are the wackest my style holographic
Had to put my city on the map shit
If you a fat kid go get active
If you a bad b!tch then be a actress
Rap ease carnage, my family aint the Partrige
Wh0re tricks flawless like trapeze artists
Take my life and put it in a photo album
How much money do I got? I don't know who's countin'
Fake mouthaf-cka's round me I could do without them
You keepin' it a hundred I could use a thousand
I'm comin' now, call a truce
I got a lot but, not to lose
I'm the shit makin' hits call me Doctor Luke
And prescribing you a vibe for that awful mood
Why you sad all the time?
Jump off a roof
While I'm kicking it with Q-tip and ?
Tryna put me down well that's few tell woo shell
Supernatural message got you spooked out
Believe in God but don't believe religion
Saying its the truth but never really listened
That's another conversation though
Walking on the pavement home find a way to go
Maybe one might take the word Robert Frost
Blowin' out steam but its all exhaust
We comin' for your dollars better call the cops
You want a war? we got a nuclear holocaust
Yo E how many bars is that
Is it enough to give these haters all heart attacks
I been writing on the paper
Gave me carpal tunnel
Couple billion people are they all gon' love you?
Hell no hell no
I be grindin' though rain sleet hail snow
Sticking to my word like its Velcro
On some shell toes
What else yo
Dope shit, go crazy
Kinda like the internet over Hov's baby
My girl tell me Mac you a wierdo
I guarantee that baby be a super hero
This ain't nothin' but comes rhymes from my mind
That been stuck inside since the
Beginning of time
Chemical romance, slow dance with no pants
If I got my eyes on her playa you got no chance
This some simple shit I'm sure they fear
I'm just trying to explore whats real
Child of the blues never liked school
Been miseducated so word to Laura hill
Music is my outlet walking through the polo store
In the studio wondering what I go home for
In my own world when I close the door
To the booth, young and searching for the truth
Like that, like that, like that, like that
And a little bit of this and a little bit of that
I just spit a rhyme tell me that I kick a rap
And if you got time, you can sit down
Listen to me now, pass the flow around
Hey that's some cypher shit, I know you like that shit
Freestyle in the air go and write that shit
I don't write that b!tch I got ill flows
Yeah I'm ill yo
And this is real yo
Mac Miller, gon' kill those flows
Bouncing up and and down Yoyo's
Head to ya toes
In the paint throwin' bows

Mac Miller Jerry's Record Store Lyrics

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Tyga Faded Lyrics Ft Lil Wayne

[Tyga]
Young Nino, f-ck a bitch in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B though, Pimp C, R.I.P though
I goes deep in that p-ssy, Dan Marino
She wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own single
Break a b!tch hard, no future Miss Cleo
Snap back, a-a-automatic reload
Flyer than a f-ck-ng beatle, you can't beat 'em
Vampire f-ck up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don't believe it, stripe like a f-cking Adidas
The gun Selena, give a n-gga Beiber fever
Real f-ck-ng hot, put it in park
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You a bop, give me top top, as I load the guap
Man these n-ggas say I'm fly but to her I'm God

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n-gga I'm faded faded faded (x7)
And I don't give a f-ck

[Tyga]
F-ck is up, n-gga's stomping in my Chucks
Yeah I make it rain dear, cause I'm all 'bout my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her cunt
And I put her in her hole, holy, one, quat quat
Ergggh
Super McNasty, why you McLovin
When the b-tch call me daddy
Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me
Treat her like a dog, called the b-tch Lassy
Young savvy, bang her like Cincinatti
Above average, f-fly like I'm Aladdin
They bend backwards, done the p-ssy at them
I'm Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket
Balls in the air, no games, I'm serious, double dare
There's too many b-tches, Why these n-ggas wanna stare
Pat Ron up in here, This ain't no beer

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n-gga I'm faded faded faded (x7)
And I don't give a f-ck

[Lil Wayne]
Mama, there go that monster
Abracadabra, Magic Johnson
My mutherf-cking doctor, said I need a doctor
So I called house, now I am a pill popper
Faded like skinnys, Young Money we winning
I told her if I change, she won't get a penny
Milking this shit, pregnant bitch tities
Bringing home the bacon, I'm f-ckin' Miss Piggy
Loaded like a semi, semi naked pictures
She knows my d-ck, she call it nigga Richard
Prior to me coming, I had to stick my thumb in
I asked one time, smell my finger make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it
She tried to jack me off, can't beat it, join it
Tunechi, punechi, that what she call it
Flag Scarlett, I killed it, mourned it

[Hook]
I'm faded faded faded
My n-gga I'm faded faded faded (x7)
And I don't give a f-ck

Tyga Ft Lil Wayne Faded Lyrics

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Rihanna Ft. Calvin Harris We Found Love Lyrics

Yellow diamonds in the light
Now we’re standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive

It's the way I'm feeling I just can’t deny
But I’ve gotta let it go

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

Shine a light through an open door
Love and life I will divide
Turn away ’cause I need you more
Feel the heartbeat in my mind

It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny
But I’ve gotta let it go

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

Yellow diamonds in the light
Now we’re standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

Rihanna We Found Love Lyrics

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Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics

(Ft. Kevin McCall)

[Chris Brown]
Girl you wanna play with me baby
Money ain't a thing cause I got paper
I'm looking at your body
You about to get exactly what you came for
Now I can throw it up throw it up
Break it down down down
Even if it ain't loud she gets me aroused
Slow it up slow it up slow it down
You the shit you the shit
Go ahead play with it baby
Cause I'ma keep my hands to myself
And my back on the wall
Now I'm playing with it baby
I know you don't give a f-ck
Cause you gon' get your money up

[Chorus]
I, I, I
Get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa

[Kevin McCall]
I f-cked with my first b!tch
I upgrade my second broad
Corporate my credit card
Vintaged out my f-cking watch
Vintaged out my f-cking cars
No... just f-cking yacht
Your new b!tch, my old b!tch
You can have the hoe cause she talk a lot
Now get your ass up on this pole, you can get this money
Now I got them carats, I got all them playboy bunnies
?? I'm throwing them honies
Racks on top of racks and they backs look like...

[Chris Brown]
And they ass big as some mountain
Put my drink on it, she cold
My zipper down but my money up
Better get your ass up on that pole
Two mo' shots then I'm out, black, black then I reload
Got might earn 20 more, get yo ass up on that pole
Damn look at like Keisha getting that money just like a zesta
All of these bunnies hopping and popping
You fighting to get up in my 2 seater
My chain, 6 rings

[Chorus]
I, I, I
Get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
I don't make it rain
Nigga I make a monsoon like a tidal wave
Me taking 23 shots, that's a MJ
I mean a fadeaway, we 'bout to fadeaway
She said she like my pants
I think she like my pockets
B!tch I'm in the building counting millions
You should try it
Yeah what d'you mean
She tried to kiss me, I said stop it
Put that money in the face then she get that p-ssy popping

[Chorus]
I, I, I
Get your ass up on that pole
Get this money in my hand
I, I, I
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa
Drop it to the flo' b!tch
All this money dripping on you
Like paint from a Mona Lisa

Chris Brown Mona Lisa Lyrics

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Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

(Ft. 2 Chainz & Wale)

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back, fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that's that, four Ford in all black
I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rent that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there, but f-ck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real
IPhone and iPad, Amex in my gat
Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, riding on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em

[Verse 2 : 2 Chainz]
Me gon hit my boast
Me gon hit my boast
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper like it's my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bail with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
2 Chainz smoking loud like it's a newborn
Dad wasn't around, my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter
I run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em

[Verse 3 : Wale]
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that outer shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint, mission roof of my new shit
Ironic sense, my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGuire strong
Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees fine, a police siren!
Woop woop, nah, that's just Diplo
And you cute, shorty, let's get low
On the low, I'mma talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the night
Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition
I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

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