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Bei Maejor - Trouble Remix ft. Wale, Trey Songz, T-Pain & Nelly Lyrics

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Bei Maejor - Trouble Remix ft. Wale, Trey Songz, T-Pain & Nelly Lyrics:

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Gucci Mane - The Motto (Remix) Ft. Drake Lyrics

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Gucci Mane - The Motto (Remix) Ft. Drake Lyrics:

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Chris Brown - Mona Lisa Ft. Kevin McCall Lyrics

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Chris Brown - Mona Lisa Ft. Kevin McCall Lyrics:

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Sammie - Bounce Back Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:39:00 +0000

Sammie - Bounce Back Lyrics:

What they say
You should let it go
And if it comes back that's when you know it's yours
I can't say
That I want you gone
But we got some issues girl
We can't ignore them
I'm not tryna hurt you
Don't wanna hurt us
But we should let it breathe take some time there's no pressure

I'm just sayin'
A little space never hurt no one in the long run
Girl we'll be okay
Just have faith in me

We got away from the love
We forgot where it was
But it's okay cause I know how to fix it baby
Take it back to the start where it came from the heart
Get the love back
Cause baby I know

I know you've been stressed out to the wire
So now I'm gonna set you free
Just so we can bounce back
I know we can bounce back
I know it gonna bounce back
Our love is gonna bounce back

The definition of unconditional love
Is love you for who you are
Accept your flaws and all
You should do the same for me
In order to make it for
Sometimes you undo the hurt
But I know it's hard to let go
My heart's forever yours
If we can make it through this
Then we can make it through anything
It don't matter I see how you been feeling
Just wanna help you deal and make it correct
Just have faith in me

We got away from the love
We forgot where it was
But it's okay cause I know how to fix it baby
Take it back to the start where it came from the heart
Get the love back
Cause baby I know

I know you've been stressed out to the wire
So now I'm gonna set you free
Just so we can bounce back
I know we can bounce back
I know it gonna bounce back
Our love is gonna bounce back

Soon as this gets resolved
Believe I'm coming for you, you you baby baby
If this stands the test of time
Then that means our love is true
Our love is true
Baby cause we

We got away from the love
We forgot where it was
But it's okay cause I know how to fix it baby
Take it back to the start where it came from the heart
Get the love back
Cause baby I know

I know you've been stressed out to the wire
So now I'm gonna set you free
Just so we can bounce back
I know we can bounce back
I know it gonna bounce back
Our love is gonna bounce back

Rick Ross - Last Breath Ft Meek Mill & Birdman Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:26:00 +0000

Rick Ross - Last Breath Ft Meek Mill & Birdman Lyrics:

[Intro - Rick Ross]
Nigga, long as you livin’ 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 pussy, 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 bitch 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]

[Verse 2 - Meek Mill]
????? then bought me a Rolls
When I pulled up on niggas, I swear they thought I was old
All my mixtapes platinum, niggas thought I was gold
I heard them suckas was hatin’, I’m fucking all that they own
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
Once I’m ????, they talkin’ bout us
Acting like bitches ’til we spray ‘em, ?????
I’m ballin’ till my very last breath
I hustle like I’m on my last check
And I ain’t even in my bed yet
I wake up in the morning, where the cash at

[Hook]

[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’ ???? 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 fuckin’ rounds
All day gunplay, everyday rocked out nigga in every way

[Hook]

Rick Ross - Triple Beam Dreams Ft. Nas Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:24:00 +0000

Rick Ross - Triple Beam Dreams Ft. Nas 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 thats 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

[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 fucking 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 peoples in my mind
They dumb to destroy themselves is how I rationalise
In a bastardised nation, Magnum 4.5 carrying
Where I’m from, aint 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, aint 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 aint 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 pussy cash, the flash diamonds
My junior high school class, wish I stayed there
Illegal entreprenuer 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

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
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 reminscing when I had a pager
Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour

[Rick Ross - Verse 2]
Fuck 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
Fuck 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
Fuck boy talking outta turn nigga
‘Fore you sell dope there’s shit you gotta learn nigga
Home invasions, ducktape
Fornicating, counting money with a fuck face
Fucking 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, fuck ‘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

[Rick Ross - Chorus]
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 reminscing when I had a pager
Triple Beam Dreams now Pat Riley my neighbour

Rick Ross - Party Heart Ft. 2 Chainz & Stalley Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:23:00 +0000

Rick Ross - Party Heart Ft. 2 Chainz & Stalley Lyrics:

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

[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 bitch that say she wanna smoke
Click on the other line, this bitch 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]

Rick Ross - Magic (Remix) Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:20:00 +0000

Rick Ross - Magic (Remix) Lyrics:

Rubberband on my hundo
? a gram for my condo
Your girl love my convo, stood in line for my Concords
Encore! Gave that bitch an encore
Fucked my like a freshman, but
That ass just so sophomore
Said she got that Glock in line
Yeah, what’s your GPA
I’m in my Chevy bangin like I’m out of East LA
Them bricks be jumping fast
Call me a Chick Fil-A
Your girl I cut her ass just like I did today
If you dream it live it
We young niggas living
YSL duffle, already know what’s in it
I see No Limits: make em say uhh!
I see no niggas with this 100 round drum
Pullin out the club, you know I handle mine
Takin all these hatin niggas’ bitches every time
Had to pop the trunk, pull out the chopper like it’s magic
50 grand on my lap, poof! Like it’s magic

?
2 bad bitches and I got em ?
The way I made the work ?
Sippin on the purple, any other drink magic
Voila! Magic

I’m awake ? cause I forgot to do my taxes
Called my accountant, he gonna make you do magic
? driver tell him drop me at the airport
The way y’all smoke the blunts ?
50,000 dollars on a suit, scarf and tie
KE and young Future bringing down the fire

Rick Ross - MMG Untouchable Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:19:00 +0000

Rick Ross - MMG Untouchable Lyrics:

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
Bitch 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 fuck 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 cock
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 ? 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 straignt
In the back of the ghost, I can’t hear no whispers
In the back of your mind you wanna be that nigga

Rick Ross - High Definition Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:14:00 +0000

Rick Ross - High Definition Lyrics:

[Verse 1]
I can talk about the bodies, I could tell you ’bout the killin’
Duct taping niggas in the name of drug dealin’
Big body Benzes while the b!tch niggas starve
Turtleneck Mercedes blowin’ smoke up out the top
Time to talk about the money, I can tell you ’bout a profit
Ocean front spot moving niggas out the projects
Diamonds on my neck call it the ghetto’s guillotine
F-ckin’ with them jewelers nigga lit up like a screen, HD
Look at me ballin’ I’m talkin’ high definition
F-ckin’ up six digits, boy that’s just my definition
Niggas gotta get murked but I’m just minding my business
Bought three Range Rovers dolo, so f-ck Expedition
On the road to the riches until I’m paid in full
And the Lord is my witness, I got AK to pull
These niggas full of shit, my niggas moving bricks
I could front you fifty, but you gotta move ‘em quick, my moolah thick

[Hook]
Went and got me a choppa to put it right in ya face
Better blow out your brains before you give me a case
Got the forty by my d!ck I keep on pissin’ on the hammer
When they talkin’ slick I double back with that banana
High definition I’m stacking money to the ceilin’
F-ck my whole feelings
Look here, it’s time to make a killin’
Got a hundred silent niggas and they feigning for a million
High definition b!tches, my life a motion picture

[Verse 2]
I could talk about the b!tches, I could tell you ’bout the bricks
Pull up in the Bentley I could pop up in the six
Helicopter rides I can sit it on the club
Sound of the propeller had my young b!tch busting nuts
Niggas wanna crack jokes just to get close to me
Hope you know that I’m strapped like I supposed to be
Put a number on your helmet like it’s Notre Dame
5 grand’ll get you whacked, won’t even know your name
Road to the riches until I’m paid in full
And the Lord is my witness we making major moves
God forgives and I don’t, I got it tatted in my skin
I’m going straight to hell that’s if ballin’ is a sin
Crucifix on my neck I pray it never melt
Pacquiao purse, boy I took another belt
Take a seat, I’m undefeated in this art of war
Rest in peace to the p-ssies, it’s time to Scar some more

Rick Ross - I Swear To God Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:12:00 +0000

Rick Ross - I Swear To God Lyrics:

[Intro]
Watch the real niggas celebrate
All the real niggas selling weight
Watch the real niggas celebrate

[Hook]
I swear to God, that’s on my kids
Every day that I’m alive, I gotta live
For every gangster ever died or did a bid
Where I’m from, when niggas ride, they kill it quick
Flipping bricks, counting money — so repetitious
Highly decorated gangster, so keep a distance
Swear to God, that’s on my kids, better mind your business
Five grand’ll get you killed, what’s a life sentence?
Life sentence, huh!

[Verse 1]
I’m paranoid cause I’m in the Porsche
In the projects, sitting on a brick of boy
I swear to God, this dick could change your life
So grab your bags, it’s time to catch a flight
I levitate on all these pussy niggas
I never hate on all these pussy niggas
My tax bracket on some other shit
I could put you on that mothership

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Start winning, niggas wanna whisper in the dark
Spray the driver’s side window when the Lincoln park
I think these niggas out here reading lips
Salty, we the only niggas eating chips
Gotta separate from all these pussy niggas
You could never hesitate and you’s a pussy, nigga
We started off dead broke
Now I got forty million in a fucking yoke
I got four million in my boat
All jokes aside, a few million in my ho
Double M, know the G’s, nigga
On Colombia, sipping mojitos with leaves, nigga

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Rose-gold Jesus, rose-gold watch
All-black Ghost, all-black Glock
Three new flows, that’s off top
All white squares, the city on lock
I swear to God, I need a hundred m’s
Til the day I die, I plan to represent
Hold your heads high, we had a nice run
Let the bankers know we have just begun
I broke the mold; my total assets
Will get you assholes left in the past tense
I broke the mold in every aspect
I’ll get you assholes left in the past tense

[Hook]

Rick Ross - King Of Diamonds Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:10:00 +0000

Rick Ross - King Of Diamonds Lyrics:

[Intro]
Somebody call the Brinks truck
The boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

[Verse 1]
I got the baddest bitches waiting on a nigga
I got these pussy niggas hating on a nigga
Since they wanna talk, I went and bought another chain
Forty cars, I gotta put em in my momma name
Heli-pad on my crib, my money outta here
Love my daughter to death, ten karats in her ear
Heavy ammunition for you fuck boys
Heavy ammunition for you fuck boys
I’m getting paid, I put that on my daddy grave
Got two hundred thousand in my Chevrolet
I’m the king of diamonds, my chain still speaking Ebonics
If she selling that pussy, bring it to baby, I got it
Pop a chicken in that grease and make one into two
All these rides in my yard, my shit a carnival
I got a club, here or ‘ye
So show me love, it’s only Rozay

[Hook]
Rozay

[Verse 2]
You gotta separate yourself from fuck boys
Can’t even drop your diamond dish, your ass so paranoid
I’m floating in my shit like I’m in a parade
Ho, you better take notice — I spent ten on the paint
Waving at these bitches, and I know these niggas ho-ish
Take your bitch to get limit, pop her in a new Lotus
I’m so rich, I mean I’m so rich
If it’s less than ten stacks, to me it’s ho shit
It’s time to step your game up
Gotta run your credit just to bring my name up
Twenty million, nigga - look in my face
It’s only one Rozay

[Hook]

[Outro]
The Boss back, somebody call the Brinks truck

Rick Ross - Holy Ghost Ft. Diddy Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:09:00 +0000

Rick Ross - Holy Ghost Ft. Diddy Lyrics:

[Hook: Rick Ross] x2

They say I’m gettin’ money

Must be illuminati

Talking to the Holy Ghost

In my Bugatti

He knockin’ on the do’ don’t let the devil in

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]

Lord knows, that boy done been about it

Lord knows, that boy’ll catch a body

Phone ringing, gotta be the Mexicans

Being dead broke is the root of all evil

Get money, my nigga, do good with your people

I got the calico, I got the dynamite

They wanna do it big? Pick a time tonight

Back to these bitches following my timeline

Back to these crackers following my timeline

Got the phone tapped, I think I’m being followed

Touch him with the holy’s ghost, can you hear me father?

[Diddy]

Father, please protect me from brokeness

And bitch ass niggas, Bitch ass bitches too

Keep ‘em away

[Repeat Hook 2x]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Work! That’s all my niggas workin’ with

Work! That’s all my niggas lurkin’ with

My teacher told me that I was a piece of shit

Seen her the other day driving a piece of shit

Work! Exactly what I’m screamin’ ho

Certified, 8 digit nigga, triple beamin’ ho

You talkin’ to the holy ghost

I’m smokin’ ’til I overdose

When I fuck she let the pussy soak

Even my lawyer be askin is it dope

Never break the code shock me with a million votes

I’m forever dope, touched by the holy ghost

[Diddy]

You see, they hate what they don’t understand

Father, forgive them

For they know not what they do

Let’s go

[Repeat Hook]

Rick Ross - Yella Diamonds Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:06:00 +0000

Rick Ross - Yella Diamonds Lyrics:

My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds
My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga it’s bling bling

I’m back to trappin’ like I’m ‘posed to, nigga
Them crackers wanna see me on a wanted poster, nigga
Chasing my money like I’m Oprah, nigga
From Dade County now mansions and Boca, nigga
Now bring that drama that you spokin’, nigga
Ain’t no water drippin’ out this super soaker, nigga
Go cash a check just like a dolphin, nigga
Chopper city all up out your office, nigga
Study your plays in my office, nigga
A pound of haze’ll make a gangsta off a nigga
You wanna live make an offer nigga
Club LIV is your coffin nigga

My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds
My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga it’s bling bling

I’m whippin’ cake up like I’m Jacob, nigga
Hundred eighty for the bracelet and they hate it, nigga
I had to have ‘em custom make it, nigga
You have to dumb it down before you take it, nigga
You know we roll up like Jamaican niggas
No marijuana, talkin bout killin’ these hatin’ niggas
The time is now fuck all the waiting, nigga
I can’t hold back all these Haitian niggas
You know they talkin home invasion, nigga
Seeing your daughter scream can be very persuasive, nigga
First question, where the safe at nigga?
All in your woman face fuck up her makeup nigga

My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds
My dope be shinin’ like it’s yella diamonds
Nineteen for the whole thang
Walk up out the trap nigga it’s bling bling

I’m watching me a kilo break up, nigga
Snort a line of this I bet you wake up, nigga
Dead presidents all on my body, nigga
For dinero, ocho cinco, catch me a body nigga
Teflon Don, John Gotti nigga
God forgives and I don’t, my chopper hit the lotto nigga
Keepin’ it real my chopper chopped a lot of niggas
I pay my dues, dudes get ya done
I pay my fool, here come that murder one
I think it’s time you niggas recognize
Work fifty million so fuck the other side
My nigga you know your chopper’s cold
On the other hand my chopper’s old
All the little head busters swingin’ now
And I buy ‘em all cars off of my yella diamonds

Alexandra Burke - Elephant Ft. Erick Morillo Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 16:04:00 +0000

Alexandra Burke - Elephant Ft. Erick Morillo Lyrics:

Ah, there’s an elephant standing in the room
Ah, though we’re all alone
It’s not just me and you

You wanna talk, you wanna talk about it
Wanna talk, you wanna talk about it (eh, eh, eh)
You wanna talk, you wanna talk about it
There’s an elephant in the room

And it’s crushing me, there’s no room to breathe
Got me backed against the wall
And I just can’t see, cuz it’s blinding me
Coming closer, I can’t relax

Jean Roch - Name Of Love Ft. Nayer & Pitbull Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 15:58:00 +0000

Jean Roch - Name Of Love Ft. Nayer & Pitbull Lyrics:

last time i set a tier, was when my father died
but now he's good up in the skies
so i'm gonna make this song crack
i see them haters looking at me
tryna indict my soul
tryna read me, tryna see what i know, haha but no

feel the night
i got no pain to share with you, all right
though we can share it, about to live your life
living along, just enjoy your life, enjoy your life

celebrate in the name of love
celebrate in the name of love

never felt this good
don't you worry
i'm feeling like i should, ooh woah
never felt this good
don't you worry, oh oh oh
never felt this good
don't you worry
i'm feeling like i should, ooh woah
never felt this good
don't you worry, oh oh oh

cante y no llores, el amor es lleno dolores mami
i want you to listen, don't hear me
i want you respect me, don't feel me
this life is crazy, baby,
now i want you near me, help me
cuba, miami to paris, life is short, let's cherish
i'mma kill this, make love to you,
with you and your girl on top of the terrace
i'mma feel this, and since my father died
baby, i'm tearless, i see the future
but i live for the moment
makes and astoments
time is money
i don't know about you, but i own it dale

feel the vibe
now we can done it here, you soaked tonight
let's take it higher, fly the satellite
no one can take away my inner life, inner life

celebrate in the name of love
celebrate in the name of love

never felt this good
don't you worry
i'm feeling like i should, ooh woah
never felt this good
don't you worry, oh oh oh
never felt this good
don't you worry
i'm feeling like i should, ooh woah
never felt this good
don't you worry, oh oh oh

Chris Brown - Don't Wake Me Up Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 15:55:00 +0000

Chris Brown - Don't Wake Me Up Lyrics:

dear beloved,
if this love will exist in my dreams,
don’t wake me up,

chris brown verse
too much light in this window,
don’t wake me up,
only coffee no sugar inside my cup,
if i wake and u here still gimme a kiss,
i was in this dreamin about to lapse,

chorus
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up..
don’t wake me
don’t wake me up………………………
don’t wake me up………………………
don’t wake me up………………………
yeah…
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me
don’t wake me

chris brown verse
so much light in the city you wont believe,
been awake some days now no time to sleep,
if ur heart ever fell out this love is the bed,
tell me what is the music inside my head,

chorus
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up..
don’t wake me
don’t wake me up………………………
don’t wake me up………………………
don’t wake me up………………………
yeah…
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me up,up,up,up,up,
don’t wake me
don’t wake me

i dont wanna fall asleep now,
i dont wanna fall for u,
i dont wanna fall asleep now,
i dont wanna fall for u,

i dont wanna fall asleep now,
i dont wanna fall for u,
i dont wanna fall asleep now,
i dont wanna fall for u,

Akon - Get High Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 15:43:00 +0000

Akon - Get High Lyrics:

yeah yeah..
yeah yeah..
yeah yeah..

i know you searching and its not ok,
just wanna be loved by the mr right one come your way,
just wanna life up ur feet lemme levitate,
you’ve lived so many lives it seems that u’ve lost some weight,
so let me be the one and come to help you navigate,
lead your worries up to me and let me get rid of shade,
dont wanna put u down m here to motivate,
like ur in the academy and its ur first day,

chorus
you dont have to put on ur red light,
i give you the green light,
to have the spotlight tonight,

as the smoke pass through ur lips,
the earth is right at ur finger tips,
wanna wait for ur problem spot,
and get high.. get high..

i wanna be the wind that will touch ur lips,
light me up with a single kiss,
and hell yeah lemme sail ur way
and get high.. get high..

yeah yeah..
high..

yeah yeah..
high..

yeah yeah..
high..

i heard you used to break heart that was ur forte,
everythang u did is coming back to u today,
and man is playin off ur insecurity,
let some draft to control u like chevrolet,
and thats the reason why acting so snobby,
we paid up to be with nobody,
u get picked in hotel lobby,
and ur red light flashing like roxy,

chorus:
you dont have to put on ur red light,
i give you the green light,
to have the spotlight tonight,

as the smoke pass through ur lips,
the earth is right at ur finger tips,
wanna wait for ur problem spot,
and get high.. get high..

i wanna be the wind that will touch ur lips,
light me up with a single kiss,
and hell yeah lemme sail ur way
and get high.. get high..

yeah yeah..
high..

yeah yeah..
high..

yeah yeah..
high..

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…..
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaa………..

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa………
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa……….

as the smoke pass through ur lips,
the earth is right at ur finger tips,
wanna wait for ur problem spot,
and get high.. get high..

i wanna be the wind that will touch ur lips,
light me up with a single kiss,
and hell yeah lemme sail ur way
and get high.. get high..

yeah yeah..
high..

yeah yeah..
high..

yeah yeah..
high..

David Guetta & J. Hart - In Love With The Dancefloor Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 15:42:00 +0000

David Guetta & J. Hart - In Love With The Dancefloor Lyrics:

boy, there is something way in all my mind
i can’t come in here with you tonight
there’s been another man in my life for some time!
and he truly, loosely,he knows how to make me feel like a lady
i’m sneaking out the night cause he drives me crazy
he knows how to make me sweat!
he’s the best!

chorus:
i’m in love with the dance floor.
cause it knows my favorite song!
in love with the dance floor,
cause he really touch me on!
it’s the only place i don’t feel alone
it’s the only place i’m at home,
i’m in love with the dance floor!

boy, i hope you don’t hold against me

cause my heart belongs to the music
and there’s nothing you can do to fix this!
cause it truly, loosely, he knows how to make me feel like a lady
i’m sneaking out the night cause he drives me crazy
he knows how to make me sweat!
he’s the best!

chorus:
i’m in love with the dance floor.
cause it knows my favorite song!
in love with the dance floor,
cause he really touch me on!
it’s the only place i don’t feel alone
it’s the only place i’m at home,
i’m in love with the dance floor!

Chiddy Bang - Ray Charles Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 15:39:00 +0000

The official video for Chiddy Bang's Ray Charles. Lyrics below.

Chiddy Bang - Ray Charles Lyrics:

[intro x2]
(ray charles) ooh boy, open your eyes
a girl like me ain’t waitin’ all night
ooh boy, better think twice
i got that honey, that sugar, that spice (ray charles)

[verse 1]
yeah, hey yo i’m feelin’ like ray charles
i got my shades on, i don’t know where they are
you couldn’t find me even if you had a radar
and i spit rapidly akar
i make the music with the soul of a blind man
they be amazed how i get them ladies that cry, “yeah”
and they try to do it, but they’re blind to the fact
that they’re stuck in a trap and stayin’ right where they at
but i’m ray charles, miss a calls
talkin’ to my dime and i miss 8 calls
and i spit tough, bet you i’mma last great wall
i’m goin’ ape y’all, i’m the new ray charles
i don’t need no walking stick, my shit cost a grip
i get out the mouthwash if you talkin’ shit
and i can hear the evil, but i won’t see it
and if the blunt go out, you better reheat it

[hook]
i got my black shades on, smokin’ ’til it’s numb
head to he sky, feelin’ so on
ray charles, i’m-i’m ray charles
ray charles, i’m-i’m ray charles
i got the black j’s on, dancin’ my the song
lookin’ so fly and i’m feelin’ so gone
ray charles, i’m-i’m ray charles
ray charles, i’m-i’m ray charles
ooh boy, open your eyes
a girl like me ain’t waitin’ all night
ooh boy, better think twice
i got that honey, that sugar, that spice

[verse 2]
and i think i’m preheated, oven
they hear me spit, they think they know me like they cousin
but it’s okay, we at the door that mean’s we’re buzzin’
now that’s mcdonald’s and baby i think i’m lovin’, it
but you know that size doesn’t fit
mc hammer with this shit, like why the fuck would i quit
let’s hire 40 people and get like 40 cars
and i wouldn’t even drive cause i would be ray charles
see us and say, “whattup?” like how the fuck is he talkin’
he don’t even trip, like how the fuck is he walkin’
i’m blind man, yeah, like the three blind mice
and them haters, i’mma throw it on ‘em
tell ‘em i don’t need no walkin’ stick, my shit costs a grip
i get out the mouthwash if you talkin’ shit
and i can hear the evil, but i won’t see it
and if the blunt go out, you better reheat it

[hook x2]

[outro]
you’re too blind to see it (ray charles)

Rick Ross - Mine Games Ft. Kelly Rowland Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sun, 08 Jan 2012 15:34:00 +0000

Rick Ross - Mine Games Ft. Kelly Rowland Lyrics:

this not a mind 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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

you don't have to play mind games
just tell me what's yours is mine

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

Cher Lloyd - Want U Back ft. Astro Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 17:26:00 +0000

Cher Lloyd - Want U Back ft. Astro Lyrics:

[cher lloyd]
hey, boy you never had much game
so i needed to upgrade
so i went and walked away-way-way
now, i see you've been hanging out
with that other girl in town
looking like a pair of clowns-clowns-clowns

remember all the things that you and i did first?
and now you're doing them with her
remember all the things that you and i did first?
you got me, got me like this
and now you're taking her to every restaurant
and everywhere we went, come on
and now you're taking her to every restaurant
you got me, got me like this

[chorus]
boy you can say anything you want
i don't give a shh, no one else can have ya
i want you back
i want you back
wa-want you, want you back
i broke it off thinking you'd be crying
now i feel like shh looking at you flying
i want you back
i want you back
wa-want you, want you back

[cher lloyd]
please, this ain't even jealousy
she ain't got a thing on me
trying to rock them ugly jeans-jeans-jeans
you clearly didn't think this through
if what i've been told is true
you'll be crawling back like boo-hoo-hoo

remember all the things that you and i did first?
and now you're doing them with her
remember all the things that you and i did first?
you got me, got me like this
and now you're taking her to every restaurant
and everywhere we went, come on!
and now you're taking her to every restaurant
you got me, got me like this

[chorus]
boy you can say anything you want
i don't give a shh, no one else can have ya
i want you back
i want you back
wa-want you, want you back
i broke it off thinking you'd be cryin'
now i feel like shh looking at you flyin'
i want you back
i want you back
wa-want you, want you back

[bridge]
ohhh, i thought you'd still be mine
when i kissed you goodbye uh oh uh oh
ohhh, and you might be with her
but i still had you first uh oh uh oh

[astro - rap verse]
let's go! astro!
we used to be, but now there's a separation between you and me
baby i'm moving on to another girl that understands me more
dated her in front your place so you can see it all
i remember the times, when we used to bond
but i never realized that you wanted to be mine
so i gave her the ring, instead of you, nickname too
i can tell you're upset, because it ain't you
met a new girl, and i gave her my heart
not noticing that you wanted me from the very start
you want me back?
we can just be friends, don't try to sting all over again

[chorus]
boy you can say anything you want
i don't give a shh, no one else can have ya
i want you back
i want you back
wa-want you, want you back
i broke it off thinking you'd be crying
now i feel like shh looking at you flying
i want you back
i want you back
wa-want you, want you back

[outro]
ohhh, i want you back
i want you back
wa-want you, want you back

ohhh, i want you back
i want you back
wa-want you, want you back

Rick Ross - Stay Schemin' ft Drake & French Montana Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 17:16:00 +0000

Rick Ross - Stay Schemin' ft Drake & French Montana 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 - Verse 1]
Damn, life so short, fuck it, I dont wanna go to court
Fuck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
Fuck 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]

[Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn’t come complete with niggas like ours
Thats why I see no need to compete with niggas like y’all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga thats 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 thats 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 thats how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets ’bout a rap nigga
I tell a bitch 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
(Bitch 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’
Im just hittin my pinnacle you and pussy 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]

[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
Fuck got me thinking like Im 75
Damn, nigga aint even seen 30

[Hook]

Rick Ross - Rich Forever ft John Legend Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 17:09:00 +0000

Rick Ross - Rich Forever ft John Legend Lyrics:

[Rick Ross - Intro]
Regardless of how it goes down
Life goes on. am I right?

[John Legend]
On the way we shed some tears
Every day we sacrifice
So we can be standing here
Oh what a hell of a life
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it’s very clear
That we gon’ be rich forever
And ever, and ever oh oh oh
We gon’ be rich forever, oh ooooh
We gon’ be rich forever and ever, and ever

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
I remember being blind to it
Til the day I put my mind to it
Pen and pad on the dresser for me to fine tune it
I sat in the corner, made up my mind, do it!
Def Jam on my heels, should I sign to it?
Million dollar advance for me to rhyme fluent
Every day I’m hustlin’ on every corner boomin’
Back of the Phantom couldn’t fathom I was such a student
Grandfather deal for the Godfather
Lucian Grainge from the ghetto, I follow God’s orders
And he told me I was rich forever
Then he showed me I was rich forever
They call me Mr. Roberts when I’m in the bank
Digits like the Dodgers when it comes to franks
Flossin’ out in Compton like I got a cape
RoseMo tried to fight it, but barely niggas fade
White sheet, yellow tape, where your dogs at
Count a million cash, can you blog that?
Me and niggas your type, never exchange numbers
Wanna conversate and steal game from us
See the watch, now you want to know the name of it
Never playin’ so I went and got the frame flooded
Cartier, Hublot, I could name a dozen
Your shit pushed back cuz it ain’t buzzin’
Now these thugs actors all of a sudden
Niggas hustle backwards all of a sudden
Can’t talk snow, where the soft at?
Your man got murked, but you squashed that
Hope you know what we call that
I think you know just what we call that

All you pussy boys fall back
Big face Rolly, Rolls Gold cost 40
Platinum twenty one, it’s time to go and spoil shorty
You only live once I’m screaming YOLO in the VI
Time flies fast balling with my nigga T.I
Ciroc, no glass, smiling women in my presence
Tall supermodels always fall in my possession
Atlanta housewives taking pictures in my section
But I only got a thing for young bitches with aggression
Show me that affection that a D-Boy craves
Rich forever in my D-Boy ways
Sold dope, blue jeans, new J’s
Sold dope by any means all day

[Hook - John Legend]
Been winning so many years
And the future is bright
Now it’s very clear
That we gon’ be rich forever
And ever, and ever
We gon’ be rich forever

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
100 mil ain’t enough
Got 100 women, gotta deal with it, love
Worth 40m’s is he still dealing drugs
Cigarettes, speedboats, but he’s still with the thugs
Club Liv, Louis shots on a Sunday
Grinding, even be legit one day
Order some more bottles because I’m on one
I know her pussy wet, and she wanna cum
She wanna cum, maybe come over
Stop dealing with them niggas you need one soldier
Keep you as my bitch forever
Cuz you know a nigga rich forever

[Hook]

Rick Ross - MMG The World Is Ours Ft Meek Mill, Pharrell & Stalley Lyrics

noreply@blogger.com (lyricsbod) — Sat, 07 Jan 2012 16:57:00 +0000

Rick Ross - MMG The World Is Ours Ft Meek Mill, Pharrell & Stalley Lyrics:

[Hook]
Here we are, the world is ours
The rain is gone
The rain is gone
The rain is gone

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
I’m feelin myself, hope you feelin me too
God forgives and I don’t
Unforgettable dude
I’m ballin my nigga, and that’s word to your mama
I want you to ride, definition of honor
Honor that brother but murder these hoes
Always pay your taxes, never pay these hoes
Always making moves, I didn’t make the rules
I’m just making ends meet with this plate of food
Went from spaghetti O’s to a new set of Vogues
Back to square one, we still was selling those
My Tribe Called Quest, shit was nice dogg
Gucci was Q-Tip, I was Phife dog
On the world tours with all the wrong whores
Had the right ideas, and all the wrong stores
Timing is everything, rhyming is everything
Geechi Liberace, put diamonds in everything

[Hook]

[Pharrell]
They say skateboard, you racist, you only hang with white Cubans
Nonsense, that’s the necklace nigga, the light’s moving
This is jewelry, that shit is foolery
Frozen water on my neck nigga, who’s cool as me?
Up in mansions like the black Kurt Cobain
My nigga Ross said he’s the boss cause he works cocaine
And under no certain circumstances
Would the fastest of the diamonds not be disrespectful and hurt yo chain
And your feelings, yeah they villains but I’m chillin
I’m still a nerd, millions and millions and millions off a verse?
My niggas be stealin’ and killin’ and thrillin’ for the birds
Making deals squeezing life outta the next ?
I’m on my iPhone, bitches put their naked pictures on my iPad
The doors go up and iGone
Black boy scorin’ his life, I’m scorin’ the Oscars
Remember I used to want a Pasha and eat some lobster
But now I eat the apple, with my AP
Your life and your wrist got the wrong timing, you hate me
Says the little boy that loves you
Who had the ashy feet
Now wear the ashy white suit, out in fashion week
Where the upper classes meet, thats just me
I smash the beat..

[Hook]

[Meek Mill]
Dedication and motivation
Gave them motors to hate me
Old homies betrayed me
Running around saying they made me
But when I had a quarter they had 4 and the baby
It was a whole different story but f-ck ‘em thme niggas is shady
Now I’m self-made, self-paid, and I give myself a raise
Whole circle shining nigga, never had them selfish ways
Never had nobody tell me “go and get a tummy shake”
Had to learn on my own
Ask my momma, I was gone
Puffin purple getting stoned
Tryna take the pain away
Now its Rolls Royce’s, umbrella’s for a rainy day
Old heads told me “young fella, this ain’t the game to play!”
Had to take a chance told the dealer “deal my hand”
And now that nigga’s gettin’ murdered, shit is getting scary
I put ? on the Ghost
I’m screaming Bloody Mary! Nigga, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary
Let ‘em cross the line at scrimmage they get f-cking buried
They had me cutting through that field just like a Russian
was playing with hammers, had them birds but we don’t fuck with Larry
I was just trying to ball, ducking D’s and grinding raw
But now I’m pulling up in that thing, them niggas gone need some tylenol
I’m gone!

[Hook]

[Stalley]
I’m staring at my notepad like goodbye to my broke past
Words full of money, use dollar signs as my periods, I’m gettin money. Period!
They said I got a old soul and I’m rich nigga spirited
So one time for the old-timers and two for the new school
Three for my geechie niggas with big rollies in that new coupe
Blowing on loud, sippin on that dirty juice
With a trade deuce livin life like they ain’t made loot
Cuz whats here today could be gone tomorrow so I’mma get it myself
I ain’t known to ball, make sure my kids is straight in case I’m gone tomorrow
Young Bonapart, I’m Noah dawg, like Chi Ali, dark shades like Cool Moe Dee
Cool fly nigga is who I be
Big chain with a bigger charm, leavin’ with a bad chick under my arm
Geechi Liberace, diamonds on everything, even my posse
(diamonds on everything, even my posse)

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