Turn Up The Music Lyrics Chris Brown

Turn up the music, cause this song just came on
Turn up the music, if they try to turn us down
Turn up the music, can I hear it till the speakers blow
Turn up the music, fill your cup and drink it down

If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up

Turn up the music, just turn it up loud
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah
Turn up the music, just turn it up loud
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Turn up the music
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Turn up the music

Turn up the music

Tu-turn up the...

Turn up the music cause the sun just came up
Turn up the music, if they try to turn us down
Turn up the music, cause I'm trying to hear the speakers blow
Turn up the music, fill your cup and drink it down

If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
If you're sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
Put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
And Turn up the music, just turn it up loud

Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah
Turn up the music, just turn it up loud
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Turn up the music
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Save my life, all I wanna do is party
So DJ turn it up
Girl, dance with me, just dance with me
Girl can I see that, I really wanna touch that
Maybe can I beat that (don't stop the)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up

Turn up the music, just turn it up loud
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah
Turn up the music, just turn it up loud
Turn up the music, I need it in my life, yeah

Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Can you turn it up, girl
Oh, oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh

Can you turn it up, baby
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up (just dance with me)
Turn it up

Turn up the music

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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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