Lil Wayne – Little Girl Eyes Lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne & Reginae]
This be recording-
Is this gonna be on the radio?
Yup, whatever you want it to be-
Let’s just start talking, say what you wanna say
What’s your name?
Reginae
Don’t talk to me say what you wanna say to the mic
Reginae
Tell them what they need to know about your daddy
My daddy is Lil Wayne and he’s very nice
And what else
And he know how to rap, and he good to childrens
To childrens, yes
He’s the greatest daddy in the world
Woah, oh, yeah
Woah, oh, yeah
Woah, oh, oh, oh yeah

[Verse 1]
If it was up to me
You would never be, alone
It was destiny, it was heavenly oh lord
Now on the nights, we felt paradise overflow
The life came and oh no, oh no

[Bridge]
And she like eh
And i’m like uh
And she like yeah
And i’m like ugh
Oh no, oh no
But when I look into her eyes
I see daddy’s eyes, I see everything
That life is worth fighting for (Oh yeah)
I tell my baby

[Chorus: Lil Wayne & Lenny Kravitz]
You make me feel alive
You make me feel so, you make me feel alive
You are my highest high
You are my highest, you are my highest high
All I can do is smile
And all I can do is smile
When I look, when I look
When I look, In a little girls, eyes
I see Weezy baby
Oh, oh, oh When I look in a little girls, eyes
Oh, oh, oh, oh When I look in a little girls, eyes
Yeah When I look in a little girls, eyes
And my little girls, and my little girls
And my little girls, eye

[Verse 2]

Lil Wayne – Hittas Lyrics

[Intro: Pete Ross & Lil Wayne]
Is it true you performed with Willie Nelson at the Country Music Awards?
I don’t know, but I know I did perform at this bad ass bitch birthday party recently. She’s crazy stupid thick
Mack in here
Pooh in here
Scoob in here with me

[Verse 1]
Tell them hoes get they mind right, tell them niggas back up
Man, I heard the truth is hard to swallow, do you have cups?
Used the rope to hang myself to tie a money bag up
Tell ’em get they iron right before Iron-Man come
Tell ’em bring my car around, tell ’em bitches lap up
I’ma cut this music down, tell ’em put they apps up
Tell ’em throw they pride out, roll them windows back up
Money in the air, who say white men can’t jump?
Catch that nigga late night on the phone at a gas pump
Let me get the phone and the car once it’s gassed up
AK-47 make a sittin’ duck stand up
I could let it blast, but I much rather have one
Tell ’em bring my car around, tell ’em bitches lap up
Then them hoes get passed down, then them hoes get passed up
Sittin’ on this money to me feel like a cactus
I’m stickin’ to this shit, you woulda better not hop yo’ ass up

[Chorus]
Tell ’em, I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie
I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie (plenty woadie)

[Verse 2]
I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie
And they just wait for the word, this shit like Wheel of Fortune
Goddamn, these snitches nosy, goddamn, these snitches nosy
Nigga, I’m a ass with that semi, call me semicolon
Yeah I got hittas woadie, yeah I got plenty woadie
They kick the door and kill yo’ ass and leave the children snorin’
I’m sippin’ lean out a glass, make me feel important
I made some green in the past and now it’s good as golden
Yeah

[Interlude]
Clearly, Lil Wayne answers to no one

[Chorus]
I got hittas woadie
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie (plenty woadie)
I got hittas woadie (hittas woadie)
I got, yeah I got plenty woadie

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne & Drake]
I’m so lifted, I’m so lifted
I wrote my will in hieroglyphics (in hieroglyphics)
Weezy, where you been? The people miss you
Crickets
I got hittas and they not kidders, that’s my niggas
You got niggas but they not hittas, they got jitters
They get hit up, I’m placin’ figures on your niggas
Takin’ bidders, you’ll pay niggas, don’t make a difference
I got shooters, on pharmacutals, they armed and brutal
Armed intruders, ’cause we don’t doo-doo, we drop conclusions
I got sprayers, all type of sprayers, we gon’ need Google
I got paper, on top of paper, we gon’ need rulers
I’m effective, been doin’ numbers since Roman numerals
Strong as sumo, we armed as usual, my hittas hungry
Charleston Chew you, bazookas chew you, just like bazookas
Don’t confuse ’em, we only hittas, y’all only humans
Don’t get hit up, woadie (hit up, woadie, hit up, woadie)
‘Cause I got hittas woadie

[Outro: Jacida Carter]
He’s a very small child. And I just said he was a genius, you know what I’m sayin’? Which I used to pray, and ask the Lord to send me one. You know, he did. He’s so smart, I can’t teach him nothin’. He’s done been here before

Dakillah – SKYS4U lyrics

Honey the sky is for you
And i’m not mean
Is that somebody
Gave you their heart but your drunk of my blood
We both known that i love it
We both known that i love it

Papi vamos tranquilos, yo te quiero llevar
A donde no existe el ruido, el horario o forma de pensar
Donde solo somos nosotros y no nos van a molestar
Donde no importan los otros, vamos, no la vas a pasar mal

Quiero tirarme con vos a nadar
Tus ojos y mi risa flotando en un cielo de nubes blancas pintadas en un mar
Todo perfecto, ni yo me lo creo, pero te lo puedo jurar
Dame la mano y no vayas a soltar
Los dos en una playa en Dubai
Tu orden mi ley, lo siento llegar
No story no fake y que estemos de mas

Nuestras relación es rara
Y eso es parte del juego
Peleamos, cortamos y nos vemos de nuevo
Me ama, lo amo, me quiere, lo quiero
Pero algunas veces jugamos a distintos juegos
Y aunque ya no sé si puedo

Esta medio loco, es lindo y caballero
Chamuya re piola en la vida de rapero
No anda con zorras, y aunque yo soy forra
El dice que soy su trofeo

Ya fue, nos vemos
Desde que lo conozco no creo que nadie llegue a ser tan bueno
Teniéndote cerca no hay momentos feos
Estando con vos como no alardeo

Mi negro te adoro, sos todo, quiero regalarte una vida de oro
Subirte a mi yate y llevarte al Caribe a buscar un tesoro
Hacer diez temas, susurro los coros, nunca me dejes, te ruego
Que sin dos adentro del juego, no se puede jugar de a uno solo

Soñandote con los ojos abiertos
Siendo tu reina imaginando un cuento
Abrazao a mi gana, pegao a mí cuerpo
Pasao por tu cara tirao por el tiempo
Dame, dame, dame mimos y besos, pasame la mano por toda la espalda
Yo estaré al par de tu concierto escuchando tus temas, moviendo la nalga

Quiero ser tu Nicky, que seas mi Lil Wayne
Moverme como Rihanna y que me agarre como Drake
Mirarte como Hannah diciendo “shut up and obey”
Arrancándote las penas, corro como Kanye West

Todavía queda time, come on papi we´re not late
Yo no quiero a cualquiera, quiero que vos seas mi Messi
No quiero horas buenas para decir goodbay; it´s okay

Honey the sky is for you
And i’m not mean
Is that somebody
Gave you their heart but your drunk of my blood
We both known that i love it
We both known that i love it

Rey, rey, rey, rey, rey, hacelo por mí
Don´t stay, stay, stay, stay, stay, hacelo por mí
Rey, rey, rey, rey, rey, hacelo por mí
This isn´t fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, but now this is it

Me voy pa la cima y te llevo conmigo
Teniéndome encima no hay chances de dormirnos
Si no llego arriba, corre que te sigo
Haciendo movidas, sabiendo lo que perdimos

Ahora estando en la mía baby
A lo que no vimos
Nos usamos aunque nos amamos
Soy mala, sos malo, en el tiempo surgimos
Por más que lo nuestro es fuerte
La suerte ésta vez no se quiso ir conmigo

La próxima gritemosle a la luna fuck haters
Don´t stop baby, un beso y nos fuimos
Don´t stop baby, un beso y nos fuimos

Honey the sky is for you
And i’m not mean
Is that somebody
Gave you their heart but your drunk of my blood
We both known that i love it
We both known that i love it

Rey, rey, rey, rey, hacelo por mí
Don´t stay, stay, stay, stay, hacelo por mí
Rey, rey, rey, rey, hacelo por mí
This isn´t fake, fake, fake, fake, but now this is it

N.E.R.D – Squeeze Me lyrics

(The SpongeBob Movie: Sponge Out Of Water Soundtrack)

Yeah, here we go now
Yeah, here we go now

Play with us before we melt
Errybody enjoy yourself
The best part is the middle of me
I’m your sponge, baby go on and squeeze

I’m better than pillows, won’t you believe me!
Squeeze me,
Squeeze me till I pop
Squeeze me till you drop

Yeah, here we go now
Yeah, here we go now

Play together before we melt
Errybody enjoy yourself
The best part is the middle of me
I’m your sponge, baby go on and squeeze

I’m like cute aggression, won’t you believe me!
Squeeze me!

Squeeze me till I pop
Squeeze me till you drop
Yeah, here we go now
Yeah, here we go now

Dang, dang, diggy dang
Everybody in the rain
Tell me shine like a chain
Wipe it up like a stain
Uppercut, yup again
A double dutch with Lil Wayne
Do it till you vomit again
The job done now

So refreshing, won’t you believe me!
Squeeze me!

Squeeze me till I pop
Squeeze me till you drop
Yeah, here we go now
Yeah, here we go now

Oh, how are you now
Come again with the hot smile
Hydro glow style
Jellyfish with the hot gals
Adidas let me go far out
So you could be the superstar now
Get a big head that’s round
Mrs Puff style

Better than your teddy bear, won’t you believe me!
Squeeze me!

Squeeze me till I pop
Squeeze me till you drop
Yeah, here we go now
Yeah, here we go now

DJ Mustard – Face Down (feat. Lil Wayne, Big Sean, YG & Lil Boosie) lyrics

[Intro: yg]
Now you know who I am right?
Mustard on the beat ho

[Hook: Lil Boosie]
I got a fire red bone who go all night long, Boos
She like her *ss tooted up and her face down
She like her *ss tooted up and her face down
She like her *ss tooted up and her face down
Face down, face down
She like her ass tooted up and her face down
Face down, face down
She like her ass tooted up and her face down

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
She got a diamond in her pearl tongue
It shine everytime she cums
Bling, bling, up in this motherfucker
Make up on my sheets and on my shirt
And on my briefs, she get on my nerves
But I don’t say shit cause she too sweet
She ride this **** up and down the street
She like when it hurt, I like when it’s free
It must be the bird, it must be the bees
I think I said I love her, I was half asleep
I was caught in the moment
Yea, then I was gone in the mornin’
She called my phone in the mornin’ and started moanin’ and groanin’
While I be home in a moment
She say she work tonight, you better work tonight
And leave out that motherfucker with some merchandise
I ain’t playin’ with ya, you got some shit with ya
I’m a lil ****a, but I’m a big tipper
Cause it ain’t nothin’ to me, but you gotta work for it
Grind, grindin’ on that wood, you got a surfboard

[Hook:]

[Verse 2: Big Sean]
Now I’m the boy she wanna ride with
She gone lie for me, kill for me, even shoplift
First class ticket, seat 1A
If I put her any closer she’ll be riding in the cockpit
Took her to Benihanas, she can’t even hold the chopsticks
She put her face down and hold her ass up like a hostage
Oh my God, I’m in love with a porn star
I’m in love with a foreign car, they both topless
I done tricked off a gold Rollie wrist watch
Man, I’m tired of dealing with these hoes but my **** not
So, I’mma make me that 7-11 pitstop
She leaned over like I love you, I’m just like **** stop
You done ****ed about have a [?]
If I wife you they gone talk about me like I’m Chris Bosh
Now I done got the honey moon suite for common courtesy
The honey moon suite? Hell yeah it’s our one night anniversary ****

[Hook:]

[Verse 3: yg]
Yea, I’mma start off in la
I got a **** named Shawntae
I let her ride my **** and ever since then
She been worshipin’ Christmas break
She like ****in’ in the back seat
I know your ho like ****in’ in a taxi
Always hanging with them athletes
I ain’t trippin’, she like tricks, so I lead her to the athletes
Might fly to Atlanta and take a trip
It’s ho Heaven, all the bad ****es strip
Hold up, I got a **** that work at Onyx
I got her hooked on a **** like it’s phonics
I got a Philly **** always playing Meek shit
My ex says I’m a dog, don’t put me on a **** then
I’m finna fly to Japan in a couple weeks
That means I’m finna have some foreign linen in my sheets

[Hook:]

[Verse 4: Lil Boosie]
I gotta chick out Mississippi, she gold too
Thick thighs, nice legs, soul food
My decent chick had [?]
Yippee-yi-yo, ride that thing like that
My Oakland girl called up my smokin’ girl
She like to smoke a couple blunts fore we show the world
Got a chick out Tallahassee, she a cougar
She call me [?], I gave her, her groove back, she groovy
My Harlem chick, all we do is make movies
She like to see another bad chick eat Boosie
My Chitown chick, we have a gangster time
She from the West side, [?] s** life
Can’t forget about H-Town
She like her ass tooted up and her face down
I want her right now
Gotta have something close to home
I got a fire red bone that go all night long, Boos

[Hook:]

Preme – Hot Boy (feat. Lil Wayne) lyrics

[Chorus: Preme]
I’m just tryna bring your pretty ass back to my place
I remember you way back, back from MySpace
Need a ’bout it bitch that can bring the pussy my way
All these niggas lookin’ at me, lookin’ at me sideways
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
I should dread my head the way I’m feelin’ like a hot boy
Hatin’ on the man, I push Ferraris down the block, boy

[Post-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
And I’ma keep it like that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ’cause I like it like that
I’ma keep it like that, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I love it, I love it, I love it, oh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh no, no, no, no

[Verse 1: Preme]
I pull the roof down just to look at the clouds
New clique, called, “No Broke Niggas Allowed”
Smooth bitch, smell like she came out the shower
I moved in, ’cause that pussy got a hold of me now
You’re holdin’ me down, yeah, we runnin’ the town
Let’s catch a flight and treat the world like a merry-go-round
I got the ice on bright, goons on site
‘Cause if niggas get to trippin’ then my dogs might bite, yeah
I’m the type of nigga, hit it on the first night, yeah
Swerve life when she ask me can she spend the night here
Heard them niggas hatin’ on the team, bitch, I might care
I could fuck the girl of your dreams, that’s a nightmare
I could fuck the girl of your dreams, that’s an idea
You know I’ma beat the pussy up, I don’t fight fair
I don’t need the fake love, I just need the pay stubs
Quick to cut a bitch, but never take a paycut

[Chorus: Preme]
I’m just tryna bring your pretty ass back to my place
I remember you way back, back from MySpace
Need a ’bout it bitch that can bring the pussy my way
All these niggas lookin’ at me, lookin’ at me sideways
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
I should dread my head the way I’m feelin’ like a hot boy
Hatin’ on the man, I push Ferraris down the block, boy

[Post-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
And I’ma keep it like that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ’cause I like it like that
I’ma keep it like that, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I love it, I love it, I love it, oh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh no, no, no, no

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Um… I’m just tryna hit it on the first night, squirt life
She just tryna ride it like a dirt bike, swerve life
I’m the livest nigga up in her life, sure, right
And I’m the blindest nigga up in her eyes, now I’m preachin’
Was a hot boy in my first life, word life
Had to move on like a third strike
Now I’m preachin’, lookin’ for the one with the curves tight
Now I’m squeezin’, sexy Polynesian pepper girl, extra jalapeños
Bring you where you’ve never been brung with my tongue, bae
I could make you fiend for the D like a nun, bae
Diamonds on me sing like they Harry Belafonte
Skinny ass jeans and some OVO MJ’s
Can’t go to the 6 until the record is a clean slate
Might just grow a beard, be the mean New Orleans Drake
Might just throw a party next door to where Preme stay
As my mothafuckin’ keys shake

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Might just do some braids like Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
Used to have some wings, had to get them shits chopped off
Might just do some braids I’m Lil Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
Yeah, prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Might just do some braids like Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy
Used to have some wings, had to get them shits chopped off
Might just do some braids like I’m Wayne ’cause I’m a Hot Boy

[Chorus: Preme]
I’m just tryna bring your pretty ass back to my place
I remember you way back, back from MySpace
Need a ’bout it bitch that can bring the pussy my way
All these niggas lookin’ at me, lookin’ at me sideways
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
Prolly ’cause I got the whole city on lock, boy
I should dread my head the way I’m feelin’ like a hot boy
Hatin’ on the man, I push Ferraris down the block, boy

[Post-Chorus: PARTYNEXTDOOR]
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that
And I’ma keep it like that, yeah
Yeah, yeah, ’cause I like it like that
I’ma keep it like that, oh, yeah
Yeah, yeah, I love it, I love it, I love it, oh, ooh
Yeah, yeah, oh, oh no, no, no, no

[Outro: Preme]
Yeah, yeah, and I like it like that

BROCKHAMPTON – STAINS lyrics

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
I spent like a year and a half on the Greyhound bus
On the way to see this girl
Take a flight back just to keep my job
Used to fly standby, late to the airport
Where the buddy pass? Stuck in the traffic
Whole lotta hours, real long distance
But I’ve grown since then
Learned to be on my own since then
Marble floor in my brand new crib
This the life that I wanted still
Got a hole and it burn my chest
Mash the chip that’s still in my shoulder
Ain’t a day that I still been sober
These the things that I’m tripping over

[Interlude: Ashlan Grey]
Y’all motherfuckers made three albums
Still talking about the same shit
The one gay, the one selling drugs
The one that’s tryna act like Lil Wayne
What the fuck is this shit man?
Y’all better turn this shit off when y’all get in the whip
When y’all enter my whip, y’all better not play this shit
‘Cause this can go right the fuck off

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
Now them boys hooked on heroin
Parents always asking like, “Where y’all get it from?”
Rehab poppin’ like when Amy had the single out
Single out the reasons how I quit before I fell down
I used to pick Ameer up
Talk about what’s got us fucked up
We vent ’til the sun up, ay
Hopefully get our funds up, ay
And if I didn’t know y’all
Maybe I would have a desk job
Ticking ’til I off myself…

[Bridge: Matt Champion]
Used to drive around for some hours (oh, ohhh)
Used to get paid by the hour (oh, ohhh)
Now I’m just pickin up my check (oh, ohhh)
Now I’m just pickin up a sweat (yeah)
Used to drive around for some hours (oh, ohhh)
Circle round the block for some hours (oh, ohhh)
Now I’m just pickin up my check (oh, ohhh)
Now I’m just pickin up a sweat (yeah)

[Chorus: Joba]
Be there any minute, I’ll be on it in it baby
Be there any minute, I’ll be on it in it baby
Be there any minute, I’ll be on it in it baby
Be there any minute, I’ll be on it in it baby

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
I spent like a year and a half feeling sorry for myself
‘Cause I thought love ain’t make sense anymore
If I drank, you would probably see a fifth on the floor
And a hole in the door, rest a few more
Scared of the past I’ve been tryna avoid
From before I was born
Running from the shoes that my grandfathers wore
Tryna pick a better battle I saw on the wharf
Feel the sun in my pores but I still got clouds in my head, now
Rain for a little bit, stay for a little bit
Moved along with my head, down
That’s what momma taught me and I never let them fuck me
When they handed me a dead king’s, crown
Told ’em think of what you doing before I’m the one you’re choosing
I just wanna be a human when I share myself
Hear the things I’m saying and I scare myself, goddamn

[Chorus: Joba]
Be there any minute, I’ll be on it in it baby
Be there any minute, I’ll be on it in it baby
Be there any minute, I’ll be on it in it baby
Be there any minute, I’ll be on it in it baby
Be there any minute, I’ll be on it in it baby
Be there any minute, I’ll be on it in it baby
Be there any minute, I’ll be on it in it baby
Be there any minute, I’ll be on it in it baby

Future – After That (feat. Lil Wayne) lyrics

[Hook:]
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that
Yeah you took a few shots but you know we’ll come after that
I smell that mula, that fetti, I’m coming after that
Same for my Beamer and Benz, see what come after that
I’m living this life of sin, what’s coming after that?

[Verse:]
One whip whipped up, ten whips came after that
Two bitches came up, seven bitches came after that
Rich niggas in this building, rich niggas come after that
I know you had that bitch but Imma dock that pussy after that
Fuck niggas say som’n, when I step in jackers come after that
White gold come after that, got Audemars coming after that
Presidentials coming after that, vvs’s coming after that
Got so much money almost gave myself a rack attack
Og coming after that, good kush lean coming after that
First class my flight nigga you know who else coming after that
Private jets coming after that, rock star my whole status
Clearport, no tsa, lil Mexico my [?]

[Hook:]
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that
Yeah you took a few shots but you know we’ll come after that
I smell that mula, that fetti, I’m coming after that
Same for my Beamer and Benz, see what come after that
I’m living this life of sin, what’s coming after that?

[Verse 2:]
Talk shit, get back for that
She suck my dick, we don’t kiss after that
Got to watch my own back, fuck around and get stabbed in that
Hollygrove my habitat, wish I could bring Rabbit back
Hundred shots come after that, call a ho a ho and a rat a rat
I said a hundred shots come after that
Ain’t looking good like cataracts
Imma buy me a Cadillac cause I don’t see where I’m lacking at
Them feds tryna throw me in the box
I’m like fuck that, throw Jack in that
Imma get that pussy wet, her other nigga just dampen that
He buy shit, he pamper that, she tapping out when I’m tapping that
Tryna get as high as me nigga, then where the fuck is your scalpel at?
Niggas flip facts like acrobats, I click clack, what comes after that?

[Hook:]
I got them young niggas tweaking like where them drugs at
I make them old head niggas go get they plug back
You whipping up in the foreign, them hoes love that
You stack the racks on them stacks and commas come after that
Yeah you took a few shots but you know we’ll come after that
I smell that mula, that fetti, I’m coming after that
Same for my Beamer and Benz, see what come after that
I’m living this life of sin, what’s coming after that?

ZAYN – PILLOWTALK REMIX (feat. Lil Wayne) lyrics

[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Brrrr
It’s our paradise
Yeah
And it’s our war zone

[Verse 1: Zayn & (Lil Wayne)]
Climb on board
(Mula baby)
We’ll go slow and high tempo
(Yeah)
Light and dark
Hold me hard and mellow

[Pre-Chorus: Zayn & (Lil Wayne)]
I’m seeing the pain, seeing the pleasure
Nobody but you, ‘body but me
(He the one, she the two)
‘Body but us, bodies together
I love to hold you close, tonight and always
I love to wake up next to you
I love to hold you close, tonight and always
I love to wake up next to you

[Chorus: Zayn & (Lil Wayne)]
So we’ll piss off the neighbours
(Tunechi baby)
In the place that feels the tears
The place to lose your fears
Yeah, reckless behavior
(She come to the zoo)
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw
(Yeah)
In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day
Fucking and fighting on
(Pop, pop, pop, pop, brrrr)
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone
(Paradise and our war zone)
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne & (Zayn)]
(Pillow talk)
Fuckin’ and fightin’, fuckin’ and fightin’
Yeah, fuck it
If she love it, I like it, husband and wifey
We do what we do
We do how we do but we making it through
And the bedroom a zoo
We fuss for a few, then we fuck for a truce, yeah
She’s something to do when there’s nothing to do
We so ugly and cute, but the love is the proof
Never chucking the deuce, never coming unloose, woo
Put my tongue in her noose, out my thumb in her ‘boose
Make her jump through the roof, now she touching the moon
And she love when we spoon, she gon’ cum and boo-hoo
When she cummin’ it’s through

[Chorus: Zayn & (Lil Wayne)]
(Aye)
So we’ll piss off the neighbours
In the place that feels the tears
The place to lose your fears
(Tunechi)
Yeah, reckless behavior
(Mula baby)
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw
In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day
Fucking and fighting on
(Yeah)
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone
(It’s our paradise)
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone
(Pop, pop, pop, pop
Pop, pop, pop, pop
Brrrr)

[Verse 3: Zayn & (Lil Wayne)]
If anybody knows that’s just how the game goes
In a few weeks she’ll be somebody’s yo
I got too many seeds, they all gotta go
No I didn’t conceive but I got one goal
And yes I felt the seed but I don’t no more
Now I’ll fuck her ten times cause I don’t get bored
Standing in halls where the great men shine
They were your dreams and the reason I mind
You would have held me back and you wouldn’t let me go
You would have told me no, you would have told me yes
Would have stayed the night, then we’d probably have sex
And we know it ain’t right but there’s stuff that comes next
(It’s our paradise and our war zone)
(It’s our paradise and our war zone)

[Chorus: Zayn & (Lil Wayne)]
So we’ll piss off the neighbours
In the place that feels the tears
The place to lose your fears
Yeah, reckless behavior
(Tunechi baby)
A place that is so pure, so dirty and raw
(Yeah)
In the bed all day, bed all day, bed all day
Fucking and fighting on
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone
(Pop, pop, pop, pop, paradise and our war zone)
It’s our paradise and it’s our war zone
(Pop, pop, pop, pop, brrr)

Lil Wayne – Drowning Lyrics

[Intro: DJ Drama & Vice Versa]
Dedication
Rest in peace Fredo Santana
Say that she used to be a lifeguard

[Chorus: Vice Versa]
So much fake love, I been drowning, drowning
Pop me a perc, in my zone and it’s timeless, timeless
I’ve been so hot, tell a nigga come find me
Been at the bottom, look down and I bet you gon’ see diamonds
So much fake love, I been drowning, drowning
Pop me a perc, in my zone and it’s timeless, timeless
I’ve been so hot, tell a nigga come find me
Been at the bottom, look down and I bet you gon’ see diamonds

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Don’t ask me for shit but this blunt or this dick
Fake love in the air, love bugs turn to ticks
That’s more than enough, Pink Floyd in the cup
Burr, I always pick up, ‘less she callin’ my bluffs
Smell it like a [?], light it, hit it
Mix it with some molly now we gettin’ scientific
Bought another house just to put more pots to piss in
Bitches got they hands out, I shake it like we just did business
This just business, wait
Oh my God, I’m drowning in her kidneys, she like (ooh)
I just listen and the higher notes she hit it
I know I sound like a grisly and the cocaine look like crystals
That’s that white girl, call her Chrissy, hol’ up, listen, see
You fuck it all up
You put that wall up
You feelin’ yourself, but I can’t hate
‘Cause you got that soft touch, okay
You standin’ in rain and drippin’ it
You lookin’ for change but penny pinch
You swallow your pride, I’m sippin’ it
You dryin’ your tears, I swim in ’em
6 shit

[Chorus: Vice Versa]
So much fake love, I been drowning, drowning
Pop me a perc, in my zone and it’s timeless, timeless
I’ve been so hot, tell a nigga come find me
Been at the bottom, look down and I bet you gon’ see diamonds
So much fake love, I been drowning, drowning
Pop me a perc, in my zone and it’s timeless, timeless
I’ve been so hot, tell a nigga come find me
Been at the bottom, look down and I bet you gon’ see diamonds

[Verse 2: Vice Versa]
I’m off the codeine [?] in my cup
Robotic coupe while I’m pullin’ up
Was feelin’ down so I spiked my cup
Was in need of you so I hit you up
Hollywood, I’m in a loft
Catch a plane, Randy Moss
[?] ’em off, [?] ’em off
Fuck the law, what’s the cost?
Please don’t be [?] on me, ooh get the snakes on me
[?] what’s the cost? Get ’em [?], get ’em off
Pop a perc I take off
Got a bitch [?], then she claim she from [?]
That bitch a liar, though
Say she a rider, bro
Say that she also a model, bro
Say that she used to be a lifeguard, savin’ you
You don’t see me drownin’ hoe

[Verse 3: Marley G]
Marley don’t shoot ’em, but I still keep a chopper on me
Trap in silence, if they want you know that I’m a-
Niggas hatin’, debatin’, don’t wanna see me prosper
My flow is ill as fuck, niggas better call a doctor
[?]
Back in the G I was flippin’, runnin’ through the projects
In the backyard with Tune ballin’ in a pair of Balmain’s
Last time I bought my bitches, I swear I love ’em all, mane
I be high as fuck, I be fly as fuck
My bitches is nasty, fuckin’ her from the back, she callin’ me daddy
With two in Miami, all for the family, do it for granny
I go with my move, nothin’ to prove
Droppin’ Choos, wearin’ jewels
Couple thou’ on the shoes
Shawty wet like a pool
Bitches see me and they drool
We don’t [?]
YM, never lose
It’s my time, no snooze
It’s my time, no snooze
YM, never lose, yeah

[Chorus: Vice Versa]
So much fake love, I been drowning, drowning
Pop me a perc, in my zone and it’s timeless, timeless
I’ve been so hot, tell a nigga come find me
Been at the bottom, look down and I bet you gon’ see diamonds
So much fake love, I been drowning, drowning
Pop me a perc, in my zone and it’s timeless, timeless
I’ve been so hot, tell a nigga come find me
Been at the bottom, look down and I bet you gon’ see diamonds

[Outro: Lil Wayne]
The craziest place I’ve ever seen a Lil Wayne tattoo on someone is… you ready? So, I’m ’bout to explain it, um… inside the lips of their pussy. Um, that’s just the craziest place. So like, even when you see the pussy, she can show any man her pussy, he won’t see it. She has to literally open her pussy up for you to see the name. Shout out- shout my homegirl, that’s my homegirl, one time for her. I love you, girl. What’s the craziest place I haven’t seen a Lil Wayne tattoo is when people come up to me and say “You know I got your name on me, but, like, I can’t show you right now ’cause I’m in work,” or, “I can’t show you right now ’cause,” whatever. You ain’t got my fuckin’ name on you, shut the fuck up

Derez Deshon – Hardaway

[Intro]
I got dreams of livin’ lavish
In the kitchen whippin’ magic
I got dreams of livin’ lavish
In the kitchen whippin’ magic
Bad bitches, bad habits

[Bridges]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 1]
Young Penny Hardaway, in the skillet whippin’ magic
Bad bitches, bad habits, yeah, that money gotta have it
I used to dream of livin’ lavish, now a nigga livin’ lavish
Buy a foreign whip to what’s fastest, if I ain’t eatin’ then I’m fastin
Fat as fuck, bought a coupe just to see if I can fit in it
That didn’t work so I gave it to one of my bitches
I should’ve just bought a Bentley, guess what I did?
Woke the next day went and bought a Bentley, for who?
Me and my kids
I took the harder way, didn’t know how to sell crack I was givin’ that hard away
So fucked up I had to borrow a plate that shit took my heart away but I been through harder days
Fuck that I was just in New York, in a Hummer, lookin for Charlamagne respect

[Chorus]
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Pouring liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday
Young Penny Hardaway, hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the hardaway
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

[Verse 2]
I’m number 1 like young Penny, I used to shop JC Penny
Now I go fuck up in Lenox, spend a few hundreds on Penny’s
Every since I can remember since elementary all I wanted was millions
I used to steal from my grandmama change draw just to flex on them lil bitty bitches I be up
I stayed out after the street light, these niggas ain’t bout that street life
My block was hot before Lil Wayne was Tunechi I ain’t even kiss my baby g-night
Before Tity Boi, had turned to 2 Chainz I had a duffle bag with a few thangs
Before I rode with Gucci in the Mulsanne, run with ghostface killahs Wu Tang

[Hook]
I took a harder way, didn’t know how to sell crack I was givin’ that hard away
If I fucked up had to borrow a play that shit took my heart away but I been through harder days, fuck that I was just on Rex Road with the hard, before this hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the hardaway
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Pouring liquor for my niggas that’s gone, thug holiday
Young Penny Hardaway, hardaway
I ain’t asked nan nigga for nun, I took the harder way
12 pulled me over caught me with the dope, they took my hard away
Hardaway, hardaway, hardaway, young Penny Hardaway

BROCKHAMPTON – Stains

[Verse 1: Ameer Vann]
I spent like a year and a half on the greyhound bus
On the way to see this girl
Take a flight back just to keep my job
Used to fly standby, late to the airport
Where the buddy pass? Stuck in the traffic
Whole lotta hours, real long distance
But I’ve grown since then
Learned to be on my own since then
Marble floor in my brand new crib
This the life that I wanted still
Got a hole and it burn my chest
Mash the chip that’s still in my shoulder
Ain’t a day that I still been sober
These the things that I’m tripping over

[Skit: Ashlan Grey]
Y’all motherfuckers made 3 albums
Still talking about the same shit;
The one gay, the one selling drugs
The one that’s tryna act like Lil Wayne
What the fuck is this shit man?
Y’all better turn this shit off when y’all get in the whip
When y’all enter my whip y’all better not play this shit
‘Cause this can go right the fuck off

[Verse 2: Matt Champion]
Now them boys hooked on heroin
Parents always asking like
"Where y’all get it from?"
Rehab poppin’ like when Amy had the single out
Single out the reasons how I quit before I fell down
I used to pick Ameer up
Talk about what’s got us fucked up
We vent ’till the sun up (ay)
Hopefully get our funds up (ay)
And if I didn’t know y’all
Maybe y’all would have a desk job
Ticking ’till I off myself
Used to drive around for some hours (oh, ohhh)
Used to get paid by the hour (oh, ohhh)
Now I’m just pickin up check (oh, ohhh)
Now I’m just pickin up swag (yeah)
Used to drive around for some hours (oh, ohhh)
Circle round the block for some hours (oh, ohhh)
Now I’m just pickin up check (oh, ohhh)
Now I’m just pickin up sweat (yeah)

[Chorus: Joba]
Be there any minute
I be on it any day
Be there any minute
I be on it any day
Be there any minute
I be on it any day
Be there any minute
I be on it any day

[Verse 3: Dom McLennon]
Spent like a year and a half feeling sorry for myself
‘Cause I thought love ain’t make sense anymore
If I drank you would probably see a fifth on the floor
And a hole in the door, rest a few more
Scared of the past I’ve been tryna avoid from before I was born Running from the shoes that my grandfathers wore
Tryna pick a better battle but I saw I’d win the war
Feel the sun in my pores but I still got clouds in my head, now
Rain for a little bit, stay for a little bit
Moved along with my head, down
That’s what momma taught me and I never let them fuck me
When they handed me a dead king’s, crown
Told ’em think of what you doing before I’m the one you’re choosing
I just wanna be a human when I share myself
Hear the things I’m saying and I scare myself
Goddamn

[Chorus: Joba]
Be there any minute
I be on it any day
Be there any minute
I be on it any day
Be there any minute
I be on it any day
Be there any minute
I be on it any day
Be there any minute
I be on it any day
Be there any minute
I be on it any day
Be there any minute
I be on it any day
Be there any minute
I be on it any day

Lil Wayne – Micro Fiend Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit me…
I like that…
Hit me again!

[Verse 1]
Okay!
I go by Weezy F. B., that’s who I be
You don’t wanna lose me like new I.D
I beat up the track like the new Ali
And leave an eye black and blue and green
They tell me I can do it, just do it clean
But I’m from the dirty South, I don’t know what that mean
Eminem I am a money machine
Two girls in the bed with son inbetween
Now I treat women like a nun or a queen
If she got nice legs she can run on my team
Yeah, I stick her up like a gun in her spleen
My name is Lil Wayne and I’m a microfiend!
Hit me again!

[Verse 2]
Alright I’m going back in like…
B-back on my 1, 2, now watch me snap like a jumpsuit
I’m country like gold on your front tooth
And I work all day like the phone booth
Sometimes shit get to thick for me to come through
And I just needa relax and some shampoo
Spitta, Dizzy and Mack they with the camp too
We get money and we smoke like candles
When we do it I let her keep on her sandals
She just wanna get used like samples
And you know I jumps in it like a trampo…leen!
Wayne, the microfiend!
Hit me!
Hit me again!

[Verse 3]
And my car goes *carsound*
Jumped out the driver lookin’ like lava
Stickin’ to the script like Java
Holla at ya gualla, infected with money and power
And I be the teacher like Steve Vital-ah!
Got my Vans on but these Marc Jacobs
And I’m so high, I thought I saw spaceships
A-list, number one on your playlist
Flow poisonous like snake spit
And I gotta little money where my safe is
For my babys babys babys
Babys babys babys
Babys babys babys, baby!

[Outro]
My name is Lil Wayne and I’m a microfiend
I said my name is Lil Wayne and I’m a microfiend

Love u better – Ty Dolla Sign feat. Lil Wayne lyrics

Lyrics Ty Dolla Sign – Love u better

Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love u
Better than he can.

Pull up on your girl with my roof gone
I’ma pull up on your girl with my jewels on
Pull up on your girl with that heat on
She don’t know if it’s a Dolla or a Dream song
First I beat it from the back, she on top now
She used to wanna leave, but she not now
She used to wanna be with you, but nigga, not now
It’s kinda funny how she put herself on lockdown
And now you talkin’ that blah-blah-blah
I’m up here ballin’ like la-la-la
Gave it to her, made her scream, da-da-daa
And now you wanna act all rah-rah-rah rah-rah-rahhh.

Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can versuri-lyrics.info
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can.

Girl, you should know that
I’ma fall asleep in it, popped a whole Xan
If you gettin’ cold feet, I’ll make the snow sand
I’ma rest in peace in it, pop a toe tag
Pull up on it in an Uber, that’s how I maneuver
Turn this D into a D+ and I’m her tutor
Turn a B into a D cup, hallelujah
Got her clappin’, yeah she booby-trappin’ out at Hooter’s
Treat the little lollipop like Lallapalooza
I’m the one to introduce her, kama sutra
Say she a cougar when it comes to Young Mula
12 gauge, girl, Tunechi ’bout to one-two ya.

Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can.

Oh, ooh, yeah
Oh, oh
No he can’t love you
Oh, he can’t love you, love you, love you like I do
Oh, no he can’t love you.

Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he cannn.
Ty Dolla Sign lyrics
Video better

2 Chainz – Saturday Night (Pretty Girls Like Trap Music Album)

[Intro]
Y’all niggas lame for that, y’all niggas lame for that
Shoot a man in his back, should be ashamed of that
Young niggas banging back, young nigga banging back
Then we gon’ fade to black then we gon’ fade to black

[Verse 1]
I left the crib walking, drove a Mercedes back
You wasn’t blessed with ambition so who you gon blame for that
Tried to get off the Act, still didn’t know how to act
Still pull up in the back, sit my ass right in the back
Tell my driver when he open my door to take off his hat
Double saran everything so that you know its a wrap
Double salute anybody that made it out the trap
Some of y’all probably still owe me from back
In the back in the back in the back in the back
I had that work right in front of me fuck all you niggas you wannabes
Most of you niggas is under mes, I’ma give ya ass some to see
My car don’t have car keys, my crib got palm trees
Pussy smell like sardine you, need to get up of my lawn please
This a real nigga conversation, real nigga demonstration real niggas
No crystal or hilfigers, a bunch of ignorant lil’ niggas
A bunch of red young tenders, dark skin queens, Puerto Rican princess’s
Scratch my hand my palms itching, hit the dope start twitching
This a new kinda kitchen, marble countertops, see through fridge
3 thousand for the microwave, touchscreen stove lil biiiiitch!!
Please don’t make me relapse, make me start back trappin
Everybody in the city, saying that boy Tity done started back snapping

[Chorus]
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let’s go have a bite, tell her let’s go have a bite
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it’s Saturday night, like it’s Saturday night, yeah

[Verse 2]
I sat in the trap no one cooked at night, i treat my third stripe like its Kryptonite
I stopped serving sacks over qualified, have you ever seen a homicide?
Have you ever seen ya partna die? Have you ever been traumatized
Even at graduation i had a bookbag full of yams, tryna multiply
Enough of the negative actions, I got my paycheck off passion
I’m wearing 4 bracelets for fashion, don’t think its a race when I pass you
Stop talking that mafia shit, you never met Meech, J-bo or Illz
Luda charged me just to dip, was there when Chaka was swung on by Tip
I’m like oh shit we goon tear up this bitch, pull out a stick when u put up your fist
I’m like these niggas done fucked up my fit, funny how heaven and hell co exist
Funny how life can put you in the mix, I sold the pounds and go hustle the bricks
I booked studio with the trap money, Lil Wayne used to come get the bags from me
You still asking niggas for gas money, I look at these rappers like crash dummies
I look at these bitches that fuck with these rappers like bitch you just fucked with my last homie
Kesha can come get the last from me, Heaven can come get the last from me
Harmony can come get the last from me, Halo can come get the last from me MAMA!

[Chorus]
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Tell her let’s go have a bite, tell her let’s go have a bite
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
I hit the trap today, I’m gon’ hit the club tonight, yeah
Treat every night like it’s Saturday night, like it’s Saturday night, yeah

Ty Dolla Sign, Lil Wayne, Imagine Dragons, Wiz Khalifa, Logic – Sucker For Pain lyrics

I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I’m a slave to your games
I’m just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I’m just a sucker for pain (Dolla Sign!)

I’m a sucker for pain
I got the squad tatted on me from my neck to my ankles
Pressure from the man got us all in rebellion
We gon’ go to war, yeah, without failure
Do it for the fam, dog, ten toes down, dog
Love and the loyalty that’s what we stand for
Alienated by society, all this pressure give me anxiety
Walk slow through the fire
Like, who gon’ try us?
Feeling the world go against us
So we put the world on our shoulders

I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I’m a slave to your games
I’m just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I’m just a sucker for pain

I been at it with my homies
It don’t matter, you don’t know me
I been rollin’ with my team, we the illest on the scene
I been riding ’round the city with my squad
I been riding ’round the city with my squad
We just posted, getting crazy, living like this is so amazing
Hold up take a step back, when we roll up, cause I know what
We been loyal, we been fam, we the ones you trust in
Won’t hesitate to go straight to your head like a concussion
I know I been bustin’, no discussion for my family
No hesitation, through my scope I see my enemy
Like what’s up? Hold up, we finna re-load up
Yes I re-load up, I know what up, I know what up

I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I’m a slave to your games
I’m just a sucker for pain
I wanna chain you up
I wanna tie you down
I’m just a sucker for pain

I’m devoted to destruction
A full dosage of detrimental dysfunction
I’m dying slow but the devil tryna rush me
See I’m a fool for pain, I’m a dummy
Might cut my head off right after I slit my throat
Tongue kiss a shark, got jealous bitches up in the boat
Eating peanut butter and jelly fishes on toast
And if I get stung I get stoked, might choke
Like I chewed a chunk of charcoal
Naked in the North Pole
That’s why my heart cold, full of sorrow, the lost soul
And only Lord knows when I’m coming to the crossroads
So I don’t fear shit but tomorrow
And I’m a sucker for pain, it ain’t nothing but pain
You just fuckin’ complain, you ain’t tough as you claim
Just stay up in your lane, just don’t fuck with Lil Wayne
I’mma jump from a plane or stand in front of a train
Cause I’m a sucker for pain

Used to doing bad, now we feel like we just now getting it
Ain’t got no other way so we started and finished it
No pain, no gain
Never stand down, made our own way
Never going slow, we pick up the pace
This is what we wanted from a young age
No emotion, that’s what business is
Lord have mercy on the witnesses

I torture you
Take my hand through the flames
I torture you
I’m just a sucker for pain

More pain
Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging
For more pain
Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging
For more pain
Got me begging, begging, begging, begging, begging
For more pain
Got me begging

Running back – Wale feat. Lil Wayne lyrics

Lyrics Wale – Running back

B*tches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
These b*tches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in, the money be coming in.

Look, my b*tch is on Tumblr, your b*tch need a tummy tuck
Since Jesus and Nazareth, the realest you’ve come across
I be with killers just coming home
They only hope is me and the Quran
They only wish is for a new chain
But they stuck up in the ankle bracelet
I get the money stacked, see the moon’s where it’s sunny at
And I move where the realest be
And the quickest, see baby, you gettin’ lapped
Yeah, the DMV on the map
That’s a city, two states if you can count
I’m as real as I say, I never lie
So whenever I go, know I’m runnin’ back.

B*tches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
These b*tches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeahhh
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in, the money be coming in.

These b*tches want money stacks
Me? I want a hundred stacks
These b*tches selling their soul
Well, I want my money back
She bounce it like jumping jacks, but she got a funny ass
Look what them booty shots done to that
That b*tch need her money back, Lord
She like the finer things, she said I sent her a diamond ring
She say I buy her all kinds of things
She lie about everything
I put her on time out and everything
I cut the b*tch off like a thread of string
These hoes’ll say about anything
‘Cause they know that y’all believe everything
That’s why I get high about every day
All of this fog like the weather change
Turn the strip club to a hurricane
We got that cocaine, snow flurry gang
And we do not play games ’bout money, mane
She do something strange for money, mane
Yeah, I used to play running back
I turnt that football to a money bag, I’m gone.

B*tches want money stacks, I just want my percent
She told me to hit the hole, I used to play running back
You niggas be fumbling, don’t you give ’em no gun again
These b*tches be flying out, yeah, ’cause money be coming in
Said the money be coming in, the money be coming in
The money be coming in, the money be coming in
See you niggas just run your mouth, yeah
My niggas, we run this shit
The money be coming in, the money be coming in.

We balling, we balling
Balling (balling), hey darling (hey darling)
Sweet darling (hey darling), you know we ballin’
We balling, Wale, f*ck with me
Mula baby!
Yeah, Blue Moon, yeah
We gon’ ball all season, whole season and post-season
For no reason, f*ck with meee.
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Hodgy feat. Lil Wayne – Tape Beat Lyrics

(Verse 1 – Hodgy)
Yeah, yeah
Born in antagonism, sometimes I can’t even fathom
Hopes man, I don’t even have em
Burning ladders, bridges
Can’t wait to get to a chapter where I’m laughing and living
For what I’m stuck in a…indirect precision
Digging through old folders for what I feel I’m missing
This liquor, nine months ago swear I’d make better decisions
I would drink by the liter of kittens
My liver bleeds while I’m checking out instead of seeing the difference
I’m…at the deceased, horse leaving an imprint
While trying to beat the dead, you’re just feeding existence
Sometimes you need to take a step back and breathe for a minute
Before you overreact to the heat and intenseness
You were weak and defenseless once you preceded the limit
Then it’s not a scrimmage, the game’s to ruin your self seeking image
All the chaos in the day lies the region for tenants
You’ll go to jail and pay bail then the judge reads you a sentence

(Verse 2 – Lil Wayne)
Hello honey, I’m home
I’m kicking out the weak and the timid ni**as
They keeping it pimping, Weezy baby to an infant
I’m growing
You ni**as snoring cos you sleep with the fishes
You’ll be like sheep to a grizzly, put my bare feet on them bi**hes
And I keep a bitch with me, yellow as pee that I spit in
I’ma breeze to the finish and I’ma weep when I win it
I’ma sleep with the semi and never let people get near me
When the reaper come get me that’s when I reap what I’m knitting
So, you say you’re gangsta I’ma need some convincing
Blood gang, creme de la creme is the Crimson
F**k the pigs all day, even the guineas
F**k the system, pull out
And skeet on the titties
It’s Lil Tunechi
Started from a league now we swimming
Put this hot red revolver to your cheek while you’re grinning
I could cheat Roger Clemens

(Verse 3 – Hodgy & Lil Wayne)
Catch a ni**a riding deep in your women
Beep goes the Jeep so we winning
Friendless, compete with no ni**a but myself
White sand and the beach towels hitting
White man let my peeps outta prison
I’m just saying what I’m saying
But I’m saying, I don’t repeat I’m repentant
Cut off the hand to hand out a sentence
Ugh

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Ace Hood – X

[Verse]
Uh, some say I’m the voice, give my people hope
I’m the chosen one, some say I’m the GOAT
This that holy ghost don’t you overdose
This that living legend hands around your fuckin’ throat, get it?
I am a menace I am the end ain’t no fucking beginnin’
It ain’t no question bout who is the realest
Niggas are gimmicks they gotta be kiddin’
Follow my lead and I show you the way
I am believin’ and walkin’ in faith
Real nigga shit we can never relate
People are not who they seem to portray
Look in my eyes look in my soul
You niggas hoping a youngin’ a fold
I know the difference to friend and a foe
You know the way I’ma play them up close
Told you way back in 08 I’m too cold Chincilla
No I’m too raw you too flawed don’t act up Ben Stiller
Feeling like Lil Wayne my block hot my shirt off I’m realer
Please don’t push me cause you pussy like gynecologists niggas
One for the people who counted me out
Give them a piece of the beast of the south
I hear the mumbles they cover their mouth
I came to see what the hype is about
Niggas in foreign cars with big rollies and a gold chain shit rented
I just lol at you lame guys but I need to mind my business
I’m on some hoodnation I am a first round pick
I’m going hard as the pavement
Wait on the day when the wave hit
When I’m in Dubai I have [?] smoking on Shisha that taste good
We had that suite on the ninth floor
Living the vision we prayed for

[Outro/Hook]
Ooo
Hope this hold you over to my next shit
I been dropping hits I dropped another hit
That’s right put me on some other shit
I’m an alien that’s why I’m in this mothership
She just ain’t my lady that’s my partner there
I can’t even lie she got me pussy whipped
I can’t even lie she help me elevate
I feel so alive after I meditate
Oo, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement
Switch, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement

Ace Hood – X Lyrics

[Verse]
Uh, some say I’m the voice, give my people hope
I’m the chosen one, some say I’m the GOAT
This that holy ghost don’t you overdose
This that living legend hands around your fuckin’ throat, get it?
I am a menace I am the end ain’t no fucking beginnin’
It ain’t no question bout who is the realest
Niggas are gimmicks they gotta be kiddin’
Follow my lead and I show you the way
I am believin’ and walkin’ in faith
Real nigga shit we can never relate
People are not who they seem to portray
Look in my eyes look in my soul
You niggas hoping a youngin’ a fold
I know the difference to friend and a foe
You know the way I’ma play them up close
Told you way back in 08 I’m too cold Chincilla
No I’m too raw you too flawed don’t act up Ben Stiller
Feeling like Lil Wayne my block hot my shirt off I’m realer
Please don’t push me cause you pussy like gynecologists niggas
One for the people who counted me out
Give them a piece of the beast of the south
I hear the mumbles they cover their mouth
I came to see what the hype is about
Niggas in foreign cars with big rollies and a gold chain shit rented
I just lol at you lame guys but I need to mind my business
I’m on some hoodnation I am a first round pick
I’m going hard as the pavement
Wait on the day when the wave hit
When I’m in Dubai I have [?] smoking on Shisha that taste good
We had that suite on the ninth floor
Living the vision we prayed for

[Outro/Hook]
Ooo
Hope this hold you over to my next shit
I been dropping hits I dropped another hit
That’s right put me on some other shit
I’m an alien that’s why I’m in this mothership
She just ain’t my lady that’s my partner there
I can’t even lie she got me pussy whipped
I can’t even lie she help me elevate
I feel so alive after I meditate
Oo, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement
Switch, got me stunting on my X bitch
Oo, I had to block her like I’m Tetris
Oo, might buy a ring for my new chick
Oo, she got me thinking bout engagement

RiFF RaFF – Fresh Pair Of Robins (feat. Dollabillgates) (Balloween Album) letras

[Intro]
Doors up

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
[?] higher than a robin
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
A fresh pair of Robins
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
[?] higher than a robin
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
I keep a fresh pair of Robins
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins

[Verse 1: RiFF RAFF]
Jumped out the Derrick Rose then I strike a pose
Robin wings on me, I’m fresh head to toe
It takes a lot of detail and precision
You wouldn’t understand cause you ain’t in my division
We don’t have the same vision, that’s why you ain’t my competition
Two ears and one mouth, that’s why you need to listen
More than you talk, Silver Surfer J-walk
Gas pack global, talking on my T-Mobile
Keep my syrup in me soda as I smell like [?]
Thunder storm denim with the Robin jean emblem
RiFF… It’s RiFF

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
[?] higher than a robin
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
A fresh pair of Robins
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
[?] higher than a robin
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
I keep a fresh pair of Robins
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins

[Verse 2: DollaBillGates]
Fourteen foreign cars, eenie-minie-moe
Ten pair of [?] jeans fresh up out the store
I put the pressure on ’em, smoking pressure with my woe
I keep my bitches fly, I bought some Robins for my hoes
[?] doors up higher than [?]
[?] then my outfit is illegal
I’m hopping out the Bimmer, I’m rocking handmade features
Robin with the [?] thousand dollars [?]
Robins with the [?] Alexander Green
Old school Chevelle, same size as Lil Wayne
Zippers on my pockets, I secure the bag
I ate already but I’ll still pay the tab

[Hook: RiFF RAFF]
[?] higher than a robin
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
A fresh pair of Robins
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
[?] higher than a robin
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins
I keep a fresh pair of Robins
Break them boys off with a fresh pair of Robins

Young Jeezy – Goldmine letras

[Intro]
Check, check I got ’em
Pull the reverb up, turn me up just a little bit, yeah

[Hook]
Partied last night that shit was too crazy
We don’t fuck with them, them niggas fugazy
Hurt them haters last night, they need pain pills
We was in that bitch all like Lil Wayne grill, uh
He said he loves his hood cause it’s a gold mine
He said he loves his block cause it’s a gold mine
He throwing up his hood cause it’s a gold mine
He said he’ll never leave and it’s a gold mine, uh
[Verse 1]
Make that chip Mili Rock like on this gangster shit
Whoever don’t like it, they can suck a gangster dick
If she a real bitch then she gon’ keep it lowkey
I don’t even got to knock, I got a door key, uh
Any given night we in a (?) ho
Bout to drink myself into a coma ho
Don’t worry about me cause I got a driver
And if he drive us in the river then I got divers
Bitches so fly they need a runway
My nigga tatted up, he with the gunplay
Y’all do it for the ‘Gram, we did it with them grams
Told y’all niggas watch the throne, so I’m going HAM
Bout to put the game in a chokehold
Jizzle bought the ‘Rari and the dope ho
The bitches with me looking better than some pretty diamonds
Got her dancing at my crib like it’s the King of Diamonds, yeah

[Hook]
Partied last night that shit was too crazy
We don’t fuck with them, them niggas fugazy
Hurt them haters last night, they need pain pills
We was in that bitch all like Lil Wayne grill, uh
He said he loves his hood cause it’s a gold mine
He said he loves his block cause it’s a gold mine
He throwing up his hood cause it’s a gold mine
He said he’ll never leave and it’s a gold mine, uh

[Verse 2]
Spot got cameras on the wall just like it’s Mona Lisa’s
10, 11, chains like you been doing features
Tryna tell me 1 on 1 that’s what you’re bout
Tryna me nigga that I ain’t your (?)
Let’s go, (?) the ‘Rari and the dope hoes
Bout to put the game in a chokehold
They ain’t come up on him in his G5
Straight from Finger Lickin’ straight to G Fly
You say you bust a move? Bust a move then
Saw the mansion once and then I moved in
Start investigating then I moved out
Had to put the merchandise on a new route
Keisha Cola mama nigga man down
If I die tonight my funeral at the compound
(?) that’s word to AG
And if you thought that I was over then you are crazy

[Hook]
Partied last night that shit was too crazy
We don’t fuck with them, them niggas fugazy
Hurt them haters last night, they need pain pills
We was in that bitch all like Lil Wayne grill, uh
He said he loves his hood cause it’s a gold mine
He said he loves his block cause it’s a gold mine
He throwing up his hood cause it’s a gold mine
He said he’ll never leave and it’s a gold mine, uh

Travi$ Scott – The Hooch (Days Before Birds Album) letras

[Hook]
Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch
Mix up the hooch
No this not Goose, this the hooch
Yeah, off the hooch, umm yeah
Feelin’ kinda loose off the hooch
Yeah, loose off the hooch
Mix, mix, wrist, mix, mix, wrist up the hooch (it’s lit!)
Mix up the hooch, umm yeah (straight up!)

[Verse 1]
Fly done changed
All in the mall, I ain’t got no brain
Doin’ shit together we can’t do again (straight up!)
Brooklyn with the combo, I’ll put in pain
Ooh, I’m back for another one
Ooh, I like the way you wind it (it’s lit!)
Ooh, I hate when we’re distant, yeah!
Ooh, she want a Michael, she don’t do Jermaines
Prince with the hundreds, yeah, purple rain
Roll me up a Backwood, I can’t do no planes
When I take a sip, I swear I know myself
I can teach your ass the combo, don’t tell nobody else (Straight up!)

[Hook]
Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch
Mix up the hooch
No this not Goose, this the hooch
Yeah, off the hooch, umm yeah
Feelin’ kinda loose off the hooch
Yeah, loose off the hooch
Mix, mix, wrist, mix, mix, wrist up the hooch
Mix up the hooch

[Verse 2]
Clark Gable
Ain’t no actin’, leave your feelings at the crap table
In the party, I got jiggas in my Winnebago
Only horses, don’t do Porsches cause they’re never stable
Off the hooch juice
Off the hooch juice
Pop two tens, that’s a twenty, we just started
Damn I’m sorry if I end up crashin’ in garages
Yeah, think you run your city but you’re barely joggin’
Yeah, think I’m shiting on you but I barely farted
Yeah might just cop the ‘parment, put it in apartment, yeah
Biggie Poppa way I hit my baby, baby, yeah, yeah
Lil Wayne on the bracelets for a Cartier, yeah, yeah
V. Live or V. Live I cannot choose
If I tell you the combo can I trust you?
Umm yeah

[Hook]
Wrist, wrist, mix up the hooch
Mix up the hooch
No this not Goose, this the hooch
Yeah, off the hooch (umm, yeah)
Feelin’ kinda loose off the hooch
Yeah, loose off the hooch
Mix, mix, wrist, mix, mix, wrist up the hooch
Mix up the hooch (umm, yeah)

Curren$y – All On One Tape Lyrics

(Intro)
Rest in peace Soulja Slim, Lil Snupe, Big L
2 Pac, Biggie, Lil Derrick, Pimp C, Yellow Boy (?)

Got me feelin like
This weed got me feelin like
This money got me feelin like
(Verse 1)
I’m hella high and these niggas so jive
Hate in they eyes as I drive by, but never will I ask why
It must just suck to be a never fly, underling
This is a boss thing, and these are boss rings
Sunshine on my fingers through the windows of the Gulf Stream
What you know G? Hoe, you don’t know me
41 millimeter Rollie, tryna be low key
Please, them bitches spotted me soon as I slid in
I had my girl with me it ain’t make them hoes no different
They was still tryna get it
But you ain’t gotta lie to kick it
Might be down with it, if she dig ya
I’m outside with the killas, talkin peace
In the breeze, smoking weed but next week I’m Snow Beach Polo Skis
Four inch freeze, me in the prime of my life
I made the hustle and my bitch become sister-wives
And now the love is intertwined, money on my mind’

(Outro)
Got me feeling like 8 Ball, MJG and Too $hort was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like, Jay-Z, AZ, Nas, Rick Ross, Scarface was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
Tha Dogg Pound, Nipsey Hussle, DJ Quik and MC Eiht was all on one tape dawg, Lord
Got me feeling like OutKast, Cam’ron and Lil Wayne was all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
All on one tape
Like they was all on one tape Lord, got me feelin like
Soulja Slim, Pimp C — all on one tape Lord, got me feeling like
2 Pac, Bigge Smalls, Eazy-E was all on one tape Lord
Got me feeling like
And Dilla did the beats
Max B
And then DJ Screw slowed it up
Dom Kennedy
Then Jam Master Jay did some scratches on it
Big K.R.I.T., Killer Mike, Slim Thug, Gunplay
All on one tape Lord