Traci Braxton – Last Call Lyrics

It’s the last call
It’s the last call
It’s the last call
It’s the last call

It’s the last call for loving
I’m so over the pain so
It’s my last call
It’s the last call for loving
I’m so over the pain so
It’s my last call

Hey cupid, why you looking stupid?
You got an arrow don’t you, won’t you use it?
Pick through the bag of love, make my perfect picture
And make me love sick
I need a perfect picture

Why is it so different when it comes to me
How many more times can I believe
Before I let go of the fantasy
Cause it seems so real to me
When your body’s close to me
And when you make love to me
I’m tired of the hurt
Got the house like song
Cause it’s my last call

It’s the last call for loving
I’m so over the pain so
It’s my last call
It’s the last call for loving
I’m so over the pain so
It’s my last call

So baby how we gon’ do this
Why you gotta to be so elusive
Just when I thought I’ve found the perfect picture
We be dealing with all types of issues
So why is it so different when it comes to me
How many more times can I believe
Before I let go of the fantasy
Cause it’s so damn real to me

When you’re so close to me
And when you make love to me
I’m tired of the hurt
Got the house like song
Cause it’s my call

It’s the last call for loving
I’m so over the pain so
It’s my last call
It’s the last call for loving
I’m so over the pain so
It’s my last call

I’ve been so caught up here all this time
While inside I’ve been slowly dying
I don’t feel like you’ve been trying
Can’t you see we’re so divided

So why is it so different when it comes to me
How many more times can I believe
Before I let go of the fantasy
Sometimes I think that I just need to breathe

Breathe
I’m tired of the hurt
Got the house like song
Cause it’s my call

It’s the last call for loving
I’m so over the pain so
It’s my last call
It’s the last call for loving
I’m so over the pain so
It’s my last call

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Nas – Represent Lyrics

[Hook]
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent
Represent, represent

[Verse 1]
Straight up shit is real and any day could be your last in the jungle
Get murdered on a humble, guns’ll blast, niggas tumble
The corners is the hot spot, full of mad criminals
Who don’t care, guzzling beers, we all stare
At the out-of-towners, they better break North
Before we get the four pounders and take their face off
The streets is filled with undercovers, homicide chasing brothers
The D’s on the roof tryna watch us and knock us
And killer coppers, even come through in helicopters
I drink a little vodka, spark a L and hold a Glock
For the fronters, wannabe ill niggas and spot runners
Thinking it can’t happen ’til I trap ‘em and clap ‘em
And leave ‘em done, won’t even run about Gods
I don’t believe in none of that shit, your facts are backwards
Nas is a rebel of the street corner
Pulling a Tec out the dresser, police got me under pressure

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Yo, they call me Nas, I’m not your legal type of fella
Moet drinking, marijuana smoking street dweller
Who’s always on the corner, rolling up blessed
When I dress, it’s never nothing less than Guess
Cold be walking with a bop and my hat turned back
Love committing sins and my friends sell crack
This nigga raps with a razor, keep it under my tongue
The school drop-out, never liked the shit from day one
Cause life ain’t shit but stress, fake niggas, and crab stunts
So I guzzle my Hennesey while pulling on mad blunts
The brutalizer, crew de-sizer, accelerator
The type of nigga who be pissing in your elevator
Somehow the rap game reminds me of the crack game
Used to sport Bally’s and Cazals with black frames
Now I’m into fat chains, sex and Tecs
Fly new chicks and new kicks, Heine’s and Beck’s

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
No doubt, see my stacks are fat, this is what it’s about
Before the BDP conflict with MC Shan
Around the time when Shante dissed the Real Roxxane
I used to wake up every morning, see my crew on the block
Every day’s a different plan that had us running from cops
If it wasn’t hanging out in front of cocaine spots
We was at the candy factory, breaking the locks
Nowadays, I need the green in a flash just like the next man
Fuck a yard God, let me see a hundred grand
Could use a gun son, but fuck being the wanted man
But if I hit rock bottom then I’mma be the Son of Sam
Then call the crew to get live too with Swoop, Bokeem
My brother Jungle, Big Bo, cooks up the blow
Mike’ll chop it, Mayo, you count the profit
My shit is on the streets, this way the Jakes’ll never stop it
It’s your brain on drugs, to all fly bitches and thugs
‘Nuff respect to the projects, I’m ghost, one love

[Hook]

[Outro]
One time for your mothafuckin’ mind
This goes out to everybody in New York
That’s living the real fucking life and every projects, all over
To my man, Big Will he’s still here
The 40 side of Vernon, my man Big L.E.S
Big Cee-Lo from the Don, Shawn Penn, the 40 busters
My crew the shorty busters, the 41st side of Vernon posse
The Goodfellas, my man Cormega, Lakey the Kid
Can’t forget Drawers, the Hillbillies
My man Slate, Wallethead, Black Jay, Big Oogi
Crazy barrio spot, (Big Dove), we rock shit, Ph.D
And my man Primo, from Gang Starr
’94 real shit y’all, (Harry O), fuck y’all crab-ass niggas though

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Alex & Sierra – Little Do You Know Lyrics

Little do you know
How I’m breaking while you fall asleep
Little do you know
I’m still haunted by the memory
Little do you know
I’m trying to pick myself from piece by piece
Little do you know
I need a little more time
Underneath it all I’m held captive by the hole inside
I’ve been holding back for the feel that you might change your mind
I’m ready to forgive you but forgetting is a harder fight
Little do you know
I need a little more time

CHORUS:
Away, away
I love you like you’ve never felt the pain, away
I promise you don’t have to be afraid, away
The love you see right here stays so lay your head on me

Little do you know
I know you’re hurt while I’m sounding asleep
Little do you know
All my mistakes are solely drowning me
Little do you know
I’m trying to make it better piece by piece
Little do you know
I love you till the sun dies

CHORUS:
Away, just wait
I love you like I’ve never felt the pain, just wait
I love you like I’ve never been afraid, just wait
Our love we see right here stays so lay your head on me

CHORUS:
Away, away
I love you like you’ve never felt the pain, away
I promise you don’t have to be afraid, away
The love you see right here stays so lay your head on me

Lay your head on me
So lay your head on me
‘Cause little do you know
I love you till the sun dies

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We Became Owls – Victoria Lyrics

Her name was Victoria, she had a perfect mania
She tried to look picturesque but remained sad and untidy
She always did wrong but succeeded in life
Never took long, made a beautiful wife
She was too stubborn to love
And too sheepish to care for her children

CHORUS:
Oh oh Victoria
Oh oh Victoria

Church was her safety she loved Jesus too
Laughter staccato she always turned blue
She was nervously nervous when she smiled things got darker
Her anger was frightening her lips thin like floss
Always was running but never seemed lost
She’d paid quite the cost
She wouldn’t help you in the hallways if you were lost

CHORUS:
Oh oh Victoria
Oh oh Victoria

Someone been running something been lost
I didn’t know who had become the boss

She was terrified of music, ’cause she was too sentimental
She was in love with love without ever being in love

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Amber Pacific – Next To Me Lyrics

You can’t undo what’s been done
So we learn our lessons.
A father’s note to his son
Do you hear the message?
It’s hard to think that there’s a part of me
You’d never see, but
When you’re gone I’m so lost.

And it’s clear to me
That I should have been there for you
Endlessly.
I can’t shake these thoughts that I don’t need
But I need you next to me.

It never came to me, it never felt so wrong
And I need to take it in.
Another wasted breath, another minute gone
And I can’t believe that
I’ll never get that chance to make it last
I ‘d take it back if,
If it meant I’d see you.

And it’s clear to me
That I should have been there for you
Endlessly.
I can’t shake these thoughts that I don’t need
I know you’ll find me, just be strong
Take each moment as it comes
And I’ll meet you in the end.

And it’s clear to me
That I should have been there for you
Endlessly.
I can’t shake these thoughts that I don’t need
I know you’ll find me, just be strong
Take each moment as it comes
And I’ll meet you in the end.
I’ll meet you in the end.
I’ll meet you in the end. (I won’t leave you. I won’t leave you.)
I’ll meet you in the end. (I won’t leave you. I won’t leave you.)
I’ll meet you in the end.

I won’t leave you in the end.
I won’t leave you in the end.

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Alexandra Stan – Dance Lyrics

Love all over the world
Makin’ love all over the world
Ooh oh oh oh
Love all over the world
Makin’ love all over the world
Oooh oh oh oh

In my dreams you’re falling, you’re falling, you’re falling down
I’m breaking, I’m breaking your rules
I really believe you can try and change your ways
‘Cause by the time you’ll know I’m gonna take your hand
Won’t let you go
We’ll lose our mind, we’ll lose our mind

Why don’t you dance dance dance
And with your very friends let’s start a new romance
Ooh oh oh
Why don’t you dance dance dance
And with your very friends let’s start a new romance
Ooh oh oh
Why don’t you dance dance dance dance dance dance

[Instrumental]

Love all over the world
Makin’ love all over the world
Ooh oh oh oh

This feels lost thinking there’s nothing to bring you up
I’ll show you, I’ll show we’re no fools
I’ll make you believe you can turn your life around
‘Cause by the time you’ll know I’m gonna take your hand
Won’t let you go,
We’ll lose our mind, we’ll lose our mind

Why don’t you dance dance dance
And fall in love with friends, let’s start a new romance
Why don’t you dance dance dance
And fall in love with friends, let’s start a new romance
Why don’t you dance dance dance
And fall in love with friends, let’s start a new romance
Ooh oh oh
Why don’t you dance dance dance
And fall in love with friends, let’s start a new romance
Ooh oh oh
Why don’t you dance dance dance dance dance dance

[Instrumental]

Why don’t you dance dance dance
And fall in love with friends, let’s start a new romance
Why don’t you dance dance dance
And fall in love with friends, let’s start a new romance

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Lloyd – All I Need Lyrics

Oh shit, oh shit
It’s another hit, get up on it
I’m so horny and I want it
So get up on this, get up on the dick

I want you to know how deep my love goes
I ain’t gotta a lot of time, no speech, just follow
Some tricks in and up my sleeve at the magic show
Got your body on top of me, all around, in and out you go
These stars come from within before I knew your name
It’s curious that you know that you feel the same
And it’s sees, my love, your face after most anything
Serious, girl, I know, I know games

I’mma take you out, freak you out, bust my gun and take the charge
As long as you say my name every time I break you off, girl, I’ll

Give you what you want, ’cause YOUR LOVE IS ALL I NEED
I might turn you on and all the things I do
Girl, you’re making me ’cause YOUR LOVE IS ALL I NEED
And you gonna make that sound from all the things you do

Take a break as we escape to my Decatur, love
Girl, you’re wet as a dream
And I’m ready to break you off
I switched up, my routine is something you never saw
I’mma make you scream all night long
When I look into your eyes I know it’s real
Spend my whole life tryina find a way to show you how I feel
You’re the only one on my mind and you know the deal
Make you feel alright, girl, you know I will

I’mma take you out, freak you out, bust my gun and take the charge
As long as you say my name every time I break you off, girl, I’ll

Give you what you want, ’cause YOUR LOVE IS ALL I NEED
I might turn you on and all the things I do
Girl, you’re making me ’cause YOUR LOVE IS ALL I NEED
And you gonna make that sound from all the things you do

Oh shit, oh shit
It’s another hit, get up on it
I’m so horny and I want it
So get up on this, get up on the dick

I wanna take you out, freak you out, bust my gun and take the charge
As long as you say my name every time I break you off, girl I’ll

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Airtime – Tall Trees Lyrics

Chorus:
We got lost
No way out
Fight for food
Food for thought

Verses:
Jungles are home to a wide range of plants and animals
Over half of the world’s species live in a jungle environment
While lions have the nickname “The King of the Jungle”
They typically live in savannah and grassland.
Tarzan is a famous fictional character who is raised by apes in African jungles

Chorus:
We got lost
No way out
Fight for food
Food for thought

Jungles and rainforests are similar
But while rainforests have thick canopies of tall trees that block out light
Jungles allow more light in, making it easier for plants to grow

Chorus:
We got lost
No way out
Fight for food
Food for thought

Jungles are usually in warm places with high rainfall
The extra light creates dense areas of plants
And vegetation that can be difficult to navigate

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Estelle – Conqueror Lyrics

Life is like a big miracle round
You’re up and then down,
Going in circles tryna to get to where you are
Everybody’s been cutting you out
Where are they now?
Sitting in the same old place
Just faces in the crowd
We all make mistakes
You might fall on your face
but you gotta get up!

I’d rather stand tall
Then live of them piece
‘Cause I’m a CONQUEROR
And I only self defeat
Tryna telling me more
Forget about me
‘Cause I’m a CONQUEROR
I am a CONQUEROR
Ooh oh

Got a vision that no one else sees,
Lot of dirty work, roll up your sleeves
Remember there’s a war out there,
So come prepared to fight!
You never know whether ... religion
Not everyone’s long in believing
Even though they’re wrong, you prove them right

I’d rather stand tall
Then live of them piece
‘Cause I’m a CONQUEROR
And I only self defeat
Tryna telling me more
Forget about me
‘Cause I’m a CONQUEROR
I am a CONQUEROR
Ooh oh

I am a CONQUEROR!
We all make mistakes
You might fall on your face
but you gotta get up!
We all make mistakes
You might fall on your face
Don’t ever give up!

I’d rather stand tall
Then live of them piece
‘Cause I’m a CONQUEROR
And I only self defeat
Tryna telling me more
Forget about me
‘Cause I’m a CONQUEROR
I am a CONQUEROR
Ooh oh

I am a CONQUEROR
We all make mistakes
You might fall on your face
But I am a CONQUEROR!

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PARTYNEXTDOOR Ft. Drake – Recognize Lyrics

[Introduction]
Gotta get real again, gotta get real again

[Pre-Hook: PND] (x2)
No, you got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas, I want you

[Hook: PND] (x2)
I want you, to turn up on me
Every night when I see you
Better recognize when I see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Lightskin got you new, new, do
Even look like Lauren London too
I be tripping, but this money ain’t
Hit the strip, check my money late
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you’re my nigga
I ain’t tripping off of any of your niggas
Cause I don’t care about your nigga, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I ain’t give a shit about shit, nigga
(Girl I see you)

[Verse 1: PND]
Girl you must be doing magic
Girl you must be doing magic
Turn fvcking you to a habit
I could name a lot of things any other man
Won’t do for you, I do for you
When I hit you at your condo real late
You could see the city, you straight
Then cut like kids cake
I got that feeling for you that feeling that you crave
Each time I do it for you, I make that bad pussy behave
Now pop it, bottles, the top is so open
The budget I’m Party so fvck it
The concierge told me my new baby looking like LeToya Luckett
Let my money get older and older and older and older like Regis
And she will not fvck with no broke niggas, no, nigga, only the realest

[Pre-Hook: PND] (x2)
No, you got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas, I want you

[Hook: PND] (x2)
I want you, to turn up on me
Every night when I see you
Better recognize when I see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Lightskin got you new, new, do
Even look like Lauren London too
I be tripping, but this money ain’t
Hit the strip, check my money late
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you’re my nigga
I ain’t tripping off of any of your niggas
Cause I don’t care about your nigga, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I ain’t give a shit about shit, nigga
(Girl I see you)

[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah shout the girls from the east who know what’s good with me
Shout the ones from the west know what’s good with PND
Stories of you and your girls is all I hear
Who do you fvck in the city when I’m not there?
(I owe you time) let’s plan something out when I come back from Europe
Swear I’m withholdin’ my urges until you get this
One-on-one shit like your name Katie Couric
I gotta get you those snow tires for your Mercedes
I’m glad you reminded me baby
All of these things slip my mind it’s been crazy
Bite on your shoulder I know that’s your favorite
Touching yourself to that video we made a month ago
You a freak and your cover’s blown
How you told me innocent and I told you I never know
Fvck it girl, I’m ‘bout whatever though
Yeah I guess a nigga just believe in you
And that’s proof for you
Could name a lot of things any other man won’t do for you
I’ll do it for you, that’s real

[Hook: PND] (x2)
I want you, to turn up on me
Every night when I see you
Better recognize when I see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Lightskin got you new, new, do
Even look like Lauren London too
I be tripping, but this money ain’t
Hit the strip, check my money late
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you’re my nigga
I ain’t tripping off of any of your niggas
Cause I don’t care about your nigga, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I ain’t give a shit about shit, nigga
(Girl I see you)

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Wale - MMG Under God Lyrics

[Intro]
Hit me, uh, uh
(?) gotta rest
Head out the window screamin', "Maybach!"

[Verse 1]
One in a million, baby, I did it
From the city of straight gorillas, it made me a winner
I bought a new whip, like to rap about it
Only difference 'tween me and old niggas is that I actually got it
Yeah, I live it large, I'm a living legend
They know my presence from Spice Berry to Seat Pleasant
Southside but takin' but never let her luggage
Levitatin' Hova, I'm smokin' a holy confetti
They'll never take me under, they'll never say we under
You bitches not believe, no longer up-and-coming
Smart 8's by the waist, got the broads runnin'
A lot of G's in the piece, nigga frozen tundra
And I ain't trippin' 'bout a rapper these days
Money quicker than Jamaican relays
With that said, I relay
Life about the joy or pain, word to Beverly Mays
Black diamonds in the watch, it's ok to be late

[Verse 2]
Look, man, I do this for my culture
To let him know what a nigga look like
When it was just a pen and notebook
Back when I had no one
Never live on a leash, nigga, please
Nobody back where they showed up
Oh, lord, that's why he pray for me
These niggas outta line, I heard they plannin' for kids
Well, I'm a self-made nigga, a well-paid nigga
So if a nigga need advice he can listen to me
I seen a nigga play the weapon leave a nigga deceased
Throwing nickels at the well but only changing my jeans
I ain't changing a thing maybe I'm part of the problem
I don' started a couple of parties where bodies were shot
Don' dissed some bitches had to carry some friends
Shit I've have been on my feeling but I got on ...
I get over shit quick, under stand all my flaws, loyalty is a law
MMG Under God!

[Outro]
One Day, Just one day they gon' understand this worn out heart of mine
And subscribe to this genuine article of mine
But never mind a brother you are do it as a brother you love enough to correct
The passion and the perfection over profession as I religiously rep that double m shit
I pray for the poor, I pray for the rich
We gon' pray for these mentalities that only contempt upon our salaries, chains and chicks
Shit, I'ma pray for my enemies and I'ma pray for my squad
By God its on us we gon for God twice as hard
For my cousin Bolu we real, free ... free kano Double M G though
Free Meek though!
Lets get it

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French Montana - R&B Chicks Lyrics

[Intro]
What you talkin' bout, I'ma put in work

[Hook: French Montana]
Mary J, Miley Cyrus
Tell Ashanti, let a nigga holla
I had a dream fuckin' R&B bitches
I had a dream fuckin' R&B bitches
Catch me rollin', Kelly Rowland
Tell Rihanna, let a nigga holla
I had a dream fuckin' R&B bitches
I had a dream fuckin' R&B bitches

[Verse 1: French Montana]
Mary J bought me everything
Kelly Rowland bought that press be rolling
I heard that Rihanna got that oooh
Tryna get Kelly wetter than her pool
Smokin' on that Etta James
Stackin' that Aretha Franklin
Smokin' Keisha, ease the pain
OG, Mary J
Ooh I like it, blow a quarter mill
Smoke about a field, talkin' bout that Lauryn Hill
TLC what I'm going about
All my bitches Rihanna, all my bitches Madonna
Tell JB going to JJ, fuck that, going KK
Riding around with that AK, every day be pay day

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
J. Lo's, Beyno's and K. ro's
Mamis, lightskins, darkskins, when I say so
Sippin' on this Brandy, Smokin' on that Keisha
Fell in love with my AK, with a new swisher to Licia
She in between my verses, I'm in between her legs
You seen her at award shows, I seen her on the reg
I need a freak in the morning, a freak in the evening
Adina Howard for real, I'm freaking then I'm leaving
That Aguilera bought that black Carrera
That Kelly Clarkson bought that Aston Martin
I'm tryna get a Christina Milli yo
And an R&B bitch that can really blow, yo

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wale]
Kick game Neymar, psh psh, Tamar
Keep it G, I'm no hypebeast but tell ... to leave the J's on
Oh I got a fetish, talkin' bout me out in Philly
She just married a billionaire, tryna see what went chilly
Damn Misses Badu, there's just something about you
Tell me next lifetime, I'm shooting myself for proof, oops
Tinashe, I'm tryna show you love
Heard you get 2 on, I just need one then I'm good
Mary J, got your number from Puff
I'm young enough to be your son, but what's that 411?
You know I'm just playing, you know I love them ladies
You know I love you like a sister, unless you thinking maybe

[Hook]

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Nicki Minaj - No Flex Zone (Remix) Lyrics

[Hook]
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal
And a gold bezel
I treat it so special
Now your ho jealous
Freak Hoes got several
They tens or better
I’m a trendsetter
I’m a go-getter

[Verse 1]
Hell no you can't use my lip gloss
Pop a perc' now now I'm on lift off
Ass still fat, it's on Rick Ross
You bitches, make a nigga dick soft
Bitch ball like I'm at tip off
Get it wet, then I rub the tip on
Rag and bone jeans I can slip off
Bitch I've been hot since flip phones
Running this game for 5 years
Guess that's why my feet hurt
I wonder when they bite me
Do these bitches' teeth hurt?
Yes I am an icon, that's me on your T-shirt
….THOUGHT YOU KNEEEEEEWW BET-TER!
Do your fucking research
You ain’t know this the no dip zone
This the "You can’t beat Nicki” zone
Madison Square when the Knicks home
I live next door to Brad Pitt’s home
I like bad bitches, cause they like bad bitches too
I like hood niggas with a bad attitude
They could never reach Young Nic's magnitude
Even if they had a longitude and latitude
Listen up ho this is my territory
You are my son, like an episode of Maury, like an episode of ER
Bitch I’m hotter than a deer
When it comes to rap skill, ain’t nobody wanna see her
Motherfuckers flexin, motherfuckers acting
Bitches is my sons and they causin' contractions
Ain’t pushing out I'mma give them to the clinic
Cah wait, we nuh rate dem gyal and dem gimmick
Whack sauce I can hear it in your tone
This nigga keep staring at my phone
But if you’re ugly it’s a no text zone
It’s a no sex zone, it’s a no flex zone
Whack sauce I can hear it in your tone
This nigga keep staring at my phone
But if you’re ugly it’s a no text zone
It’s a no sex zone, it’s a no flex zone

[Hook]
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
No flex zone, no flex zone
They know better, they know better
Won a gold medal
And a gold bezel
I treat it so special
Now your ho jealous
Freak Hoes got several
They tens or better
I’m a trendsetter
I’m a go-getter

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Waka Flocka Flame - Confused Lyrics

"Confused" is listed on Waka Flocka Flame's newly released mixtape titled "I Cant Rap Vol 1" hosted by DJ Whoo Kid.

[Hook]
Bouncers act like workers, workers act like bouncers
Hoes act like bitches, and these bitches act like women
Boy they all confused
Most rappers act like drug dealers but never caught a plug
Or never sold dope
Boy they all confused
Snitches act like gangsters
Gangsters out here snitchin' spending rich
But he really penny pinching
I said they all confused
They all confused, they all confused
I said they all confused
They all confused, they all confused

[Verse]
No point to prove, I'm just me , I don't chill, making history
I feel like Malcom X fresh from Mecca I got enemies
Fuck a ... finger, fuck this industry my money
All you middle eastern holy ... enemy
The words I spit is biblical
I just reached my pinnacle my feeling now invincible
I'm the principle
Million dollar business move these rap niggas looking pitiful
They all confused
A rotten ... don't notice you
Eat a rapper cannibal
Grew up round them in the...
You turn around they stabbin' you
I said it once I say it twice they all confused
Check them ... crew
Companies won't sponsor you plus now your label dropping you

[Hook]

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Ariana Grande ft. JG Trigga - Problem (Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: JG Trigga]
Hahaha
It’s yo boy, JG Trigga
I got one more problem wit chu girl!
Hey!

[Verse 1: Ariana Grande]
Hey baby even though I hate ya
I wanna love ya
I want you, you, you
And even though I can't forgive you
I really want to
I want you, you, you
Tell me, tell me baby
Why can't you leave me?
Cause even though I shouldn't want it
I gotta have it
I want you, you, you

[Pre-Hook]
Head in the clouds, got no weight on my shoulders
I should be wiser & realize that I've got!

[Hook 2x]
One less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
I got one less problem without ya
(I got one less, one less problem)

[Verse 2: Ariana Grande]
I know you're never gonna wake up
I gotta give up, but it's you, you, you
I know I shouldn't ever call back
Or let you come back, but it's you, you, you
Every time you touch me
And say you love me
I get a little bit breathless
I shouldn't want it, but it's you, you, you

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook 2x]

[JG Trigga]
It’s yo boy, JG Trigga!
Huh, listen up

[Verse 3: JG Trigga]
Smart talkin wow it’s a better move
And I have no regret to what I’m bring to you
Grab a box of Kleenex, got bums to wipe
Boy you ain’t never get a girl to be yo wife
She trusted you all the way, now you throw it away?
Callin her lotta names thinkin you gon get away
You tryna to pull me down, honey it ain’t gonna work
I’m stronger than your fake ass, I’ll show you how it works
I put my headphones on, puttin music on blast
So it keeps me away from puttin you on blast
So... you betta glad
I don’t give you problems than you already have
Alright?

[Bridge]
One less, one less problem
One less, one less problem

[Pre-Hook]

[Hook 2x]

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Kirko Bangz Ft: August Alsina - Rich Lyrics

(August Alsina)
Am I wrong for wanting better?
Should I just settle forever?
Oh, I swear it feels like
This is as good as it gets
Am I wrong for wanting cheddar?
Although they’ll tell you that I’ll never
Get out of here, I swear
I'm driven by a better life

(Hook)
I wanna be rich
Don’t see nothing wrong with wanting more
I wanna be rich
So tired of sleeping on the floor
I wanna be rich
There’s so much that I want
I want a house on the hill and a boat by the lake
And most of all, I wanna get paid
I wanna be rich

(Kirko Bangz)
Sick and tired of this bullshit
Got a full time job but a nigga still can’t afford shit
Okay, I been in the strip club throwing all this dough (this dough)
When I leave here I ain’t gonna have no more (god damn)
Tired of fronting for these fake niggas
Need a diamond chain to be great nigga
I got one but I ain’t great nigga
What it takes (oh yeah) for the rap game to notice me (oh yeah)
I topped the charts for nine weeks but they still ain’t notice me
Guess I gotta rob me a nigga, guess I gotta kill me a nigga
Guess I gotta get up on the block, sell rocks to a nigga
Guess I gotta slide me a nigga... but that ain’t me
I’m H-town ‘til I D.I.E
Young Kirko you know it’s me
And I’m singing like (hold up)
I came down, I was a young nigga when I rolled up
I came too fast for my money up
All I did was smoke and drink, yeah
Now I’m back here, same as last year
And I’ma do it like it’s my last year
And I can’t lie

(Hook)
I wanna be rich
Don’t see nothing wrong with wanting more
I wanna be rich
So tired of sleeping on the floor
I wanna be rich
There’s so much that I want
I want a house on the hill and a boat by the lake
And most of all, I wanna get paid
I wanna be rich

(Kirko Bangz)
Man, I’m tired of feeling pain, tired of feeling rain
Tired of being ashamed, tired of second place
Tired of hiding my face, man, I’m tired of getting no love
Tired of hitting the club when I know I got work to do
How come I ain’t heard from you? (god damn)
Okay, I see how you doing when a nigga got money
Nigga rocking that fly shit
All these bottles in the club, everybody in the club
Straight sipping on my shit
Pushing that Range, diamonds and chains
Everybody came when I had shit
But when the money get low, everybody go
Talking that fly shit, (they gone)
But I can't knock how the game is
Ain’t the first nigga that’s famous
I can’t change shit, but I’ma be okay
Cause man I’ve been out here, I’ve been grinding
I’m tired of these niggas, man, I’ve been too silent
My momma she told me “you claiming you got it” and I’m like okay
I'ma do it for my city, I’ma be on top, okay
I'ma shine on these ho ass niggas like all day
I'ma fuck any girl I want, drive every car you don't
Rock anything I want, man, I wanna be rich

(Hook)
I wanna be rich
Don’t see nothing wrong with wanting more
I wanna be rich
So tired of sleeping on the floor
I wanna be rich
There’s so much that I want
I want a house on the hill and a boat by the lake
And most of all, I wanna get paid
I wanna be rich

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Wale - Yayo (Freestyle) Lyrics

(Intro)
Cause they still talkin' yayo
And bout bricks, lil niggas ain't dreamin' out
A-yayo, I ain't talkin' yayo
But I'm highly fade, but I think like Pac
Did this with Plato
At my angle, platinum will be my single
Back up and keep it just rap
Prrrap-dap, let that thing go

(Verse)
Sat with the lame niggas, with no game, nigga
They not dope ,all this shit about whips, nigga
And no chain, nigga, the Django
Please say it ain't so. Teeth where it might go
Speak to them about the time and all
But neva mind, the lesson's all gold
Hmm, wait...yayo
What y'all know about yayo?
What y'all know about collect calls
From your best dog from a pay phone
Like brrr, hello? He said jo my cell cold
And that's when things finna heat up
When he heard the c-ma can't keep her legs closed
Wait, that yayo
Still sayn what a sucka been afraid to
I ain't sayn I'm a nigga with a halo
But another game nigga bangin' with a pencil
All ye nigga came from the trap now, huh?
All ye nigga carryin' a mac now, huh?
From around this side, when I let two out
Why'd you go look for a diver, get a pack down, huh
Coulda been a nigga with a cap yung good
Flap good grades, niggas have good luck
Stop playn ball nigga like owed sumth
In the rat, gat-ga, rat turnt up
In the rap crack to win the nine know hood
Linked apartment, niggas have that load
If it's Moco where them stones go
And I was closed up until I had that luck
Hmm, manic yayo, where can I find some you know?
Cause mama don't got no pessos on my class
Her son got new phones
And new J's, and Air-Mikes
I'm in the same thing, I'mma wear that
Till the coke rots and yo clothes rot
Shoulda get a lot, niggas weared out

(Hook)

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Young Jeezy ft. YG - Que Vato (Remix) Lyrics

[Hook: YG]
Cheese like nachos I pull up on a nigga pronto
Riding for the guapo its just me and my vato
(Me and my vato)
Money in the car floor tell me what the hell you call for?
(what the hell you call for?)
As soon as the block go its just me and my vato
(its just me and my vato)x5

[Verse 1: YG]

Im talking bout bald headed tatted up esés
CV70s and farretes
Hold up they ain't never on that bitch shit
Fuck a chick hit they on the corner with that biscuit
Caught em up like
Nigga need that
Said that money good
My vato pulled up like skkrt
He ain't playin with it
That pistol permanent he staying with it
And he trying to live his dreams so he playing with it
And I helped him cross the border
Now he finally seen his daughter
And his vato just got shot up
He hit the block and all you heard was blocka blocka blocka blocka!

[Hook: YG]

(Me and my fuckin vato)

[Verse 2: Jeezy]

Que pasa homes I'm caked up need a loan
Talkin peso nigga leave me the fuck alone
I'm talkin big chips nachos
Rappin like another nigga like well its not yours
Catch me out G'd up mobbin like a cholo
Fiftytwo rounds in the chop nigga yolo
Street life get you what you want like a Costco
Pulling up on a chicken like at Roscoe's
Black hammer bandana

...


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Lloyd Banks - Motherfuckin Star Lyrics

[Intro: 50 Cent & DJ Whoo Kid]
Broke ass mothafucker (laugh)
(Whooo!)

[Verse: Lloyd Banks]
Motherfucker, take a look at the kid
Now take a look at the crib
No - take a look at the car
I'm a motherfuckin' star
It's kinda hard for me to practice, cause niggas ain't up to par
And my paper stretch longer than Abdul Jabar
I got a hit with a nina and the grib of a lobster
Bulletproof screen, and I'll gun a man with a chopper
Play me, you musta had a frying pan full of vodka
I rode a bike; now I land in a chopper
You should keep your man down if you got love for him
Before you see his ass flying off the roof like Nutso in Above the Rim
The kid is out for the gusto and I love to win
Driving the industry nutso; I'm a rub it in
You page me if I have a trial; every kid is spoiled
You smell that nigga?
I just shit it on you
My pad's cluttered, so the gun goes with me
And the bullets are the size of Mutumbo's pinky
And they automatic which means it'll unload quickly
I hit these niggas with a drumroll 50
They make another song (go ahead)
Get a bitch pregnant; wrong
I don't even trust myself
I walk into the hotel with the rubber on
Then I'm gone
Designers think I'm funny style cause I ain't selling nobody else shit
I wear my own
The industry's phony - some mutherfucking rap homie
Gimme a cheque, a couple mil', and jet
See heavy smoking is a thing I do
That's why my weed supply can fill up the pouch on a kangaroo
We in the club with the daggers and the razors too
I'm cool as ice water; my earrings are laser blue
You should cop a new vest
Cause if I got a tattoo for every nigga that past, there won't be room left
And I'll be damned if I spend my afternoon stressed
When my sex partner is 5'9'' with balloon breasts
Ghostwritin' is a hobby kid
So if a nigga shit sound like I wrote it, I probably did (you know who you are)
And it ain't hard to tell you flopped on your last tour
Cause your dressing room is the size of my bathroom
If I'm at the dealer, I ain't browsing; I'm buyin' (uh-huh)
These rappers can't spend a hundred-thousand; they lyin'
Damn-near sold a hundred-thousand; you crying
I'll tell you what
Here's a Tec - shoot yo'self in the neck (BOW!)

[Outro]
Yeah
It's Lloyd Banks, nigga
G-Unit
Yayo
Come on, nigga...

[Ja Fool] ...which is crazy
[Louis Farrakhan] At some point, I heard that someone robbed you of some of your jewelry
[Ja Fool] That's a false story. That's a...that's a story he made up
[50 Cent] (laugh)

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Gucci Mane Ft: T-Pain - Act Up Lyrics

[Intro:]
See this swagger, that real boss music you know
I mean you know you had a...
You gotta turn up this shit a lil louder, you feel me?
Gucci Mane
Scream!

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I ain't never want a Grammy, I have never been a nominee
Bees in my Hummer V, 30 grand for one of these
I don't like these pussy ass niggas just like Chief Keef
Bon apetit, when I eat, nigga feast feast
Bishop think, capish pish
Keep her on a short leash
Half people deceased
Cause they know they dig me
Toes out, top off, grinding my freak G
You came to the game but you way in the cheap seat

[Hook: T-Pain]
I swear they don't want me to succeed
But I'm not letting them leave until I stop em from breathing
And I ain't fucking 'round
Don't let 'em get you down
Man, it will make a nigga really wanna act up
Cause I'm a do what I'm a do, on my new got electric
What about you? But I ain't fucking 'round
Don't let 'em get you down

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I got killers on my payroll, moving when I say so
These hoes don't really love me, they just love I got a bank roll
Pluggy just keep sending blow
He ain't never said no
He mixing on the hat they broke
And I can't understand fool
I'm talkin to you, pussy ass nigga – you'd better listen
Stepped, is that so hard? With that pistol he paid attention
Jump up with them cane, start hittin' cause they were snitchin
Tell the avalanche hey no need to rush cause shorty twistin'

[Hook]

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Wu-Tang Clan - Tim Westwood (Freestyle) Lyrics

[Method man]
Still living by the code
Too many pretty women still living by the...
I'm just tryna get a meal
When I started rhyming wasn't tryna get a deal I was tryna get a feel
Homocide housing bodies lying in the Hill
Man they nothing with me dying in the field
Especially when I'm tryna pay the bills
A lot of y'all be lying about the steel and see the court denying your appeal
If y'all don't know, nothing you better know its real
If it work like a workshop better know the drill
I'm past childish gaze, y'all just tryna take me outta my game
And calling my black women out of their name
I'm serious stay out of my brain
Understanding my slangs, Fast and Furious they out of my lane
Boy I'm hot, kids be Calling me blaze
In the industry Í'm not, they be Calling me slave
I ain't tryna burn the spot, but I'm setting my way
I'm just a Product of the block, and the city im raised
Im still living by the code
Too many pretty women still living by the strode daddy pimping them for dough
Early in the morning cops kicking in the door/do'
Man I Think somebody's snitching on the low
I caught my father sniffing on that snow
That's when he tried to tell me things are different than before
Kids dont listen any mo', thats fo' sho'
We used to ask permission from my fo'
Ain't no food up in the kitchen cause we broke
I ain't tryna miss Another, meal cause love it get you killed
And if it dont your baby mother will
But y'all ain't recognizing that is, real
Untill that undercover pulls his shield
And now it's kinda late to cut the deal
So I ain't gotta tell you how I feel
While im tryna get my pockets stuffed with hundred dollar bills
I should've went to school and get a skill
But it wasn't in my future so I steeled, thats why I got this Fruger in ya' grill

[U-God]
Cracking [?] is one of the best
Now, feel the force of the full Court press
I apply to kiss the death, something for real the realness
Untouchable, Alien nesc, you select of vet
Take me off the bench, I supose to lynch,¨
The angel in the air you can smell my stench
Soldiers in the trench, moving east to west
I gave you a note, you can keep the rest
RIP the whole coast when I heat the flesh
At the greek fest, hit a couple of bars
Smash rips on strips like bumber cars
You're amongst the odds, with lies in the pelly
The baby, nine, the size of a celly
Now it's a dilemma like Nelly and Kelly
Milk Pirelli Tower when I peel it in a hurry
The fist of fury martini with a cherry
Is very neccecary when I make it to the top
I'mma pop adi Very staten Island fairy where the legends were made
In the staircase throw a rap grenade
Take it back in the day, get clapped for your chain
"F" the blood bath it will be half of the pain
He is a high grand bullet women call him daddy
Fishtank shoes jump out the Caddy
Grand finali yo the champ is here
The cameras clear under the chandelier
While you standing there, like you can hold it down
Its nine of us all of us rock the crown
Tear it down down to the last compound
New York mixed with a Compton style
Roll bonkers wild, on the stomping ground
Lay down the carpet when I'm walking down the isle
Then Telephone [?] keep stalking the child
For misdemeaner now I'm going to triel
So included it exile like my sex while
Private jet style who's the livest vet now`
Pass me a wet towel dont get wedged now
I bring it to ya chest when I let my dick fly

[Masta Killa]
We used to rock um, leather gooses, with cheap skin coats and barmers
British Walkers, Sharp skinned [?]
Playboy black sways, Three finger rings name plate rope chains
DVD, nylon cazal frames, and Matching with the Kangol hat
You couldn't have it, brother might snatch it
Flashback 1 90 E, with the mock neck
Lee suit 25 nickels we shh
Fresh blue on white Puma, with the track nike
Shell tore Adidas with the [?] no laces
Late night summer time jam we in the park
Allah Math cutting, DJ spitting his darts
[?] bound sway bally
Jay crossed Town, [?]
Fresh leather Went to wether maximum spoiler kid
Legendary D's flick Slick Rick
Run DMC, Jam master Jay
Wu-Tang Clan, Scott La Rock, KRS-ONE
Peace to like Pun
I had a Jaz-O tape, me and my crew
Walk the avenue sky was blue half past two
Its the Cold Crush Moe Dee, Treacherous Three, Spoonie G
Bizzy Killa B, yeah yeah
See crack never kept me high longer than five minutes
While I be Clark ofcourse silked in linnen
Jumbos two for five come and get it
Mamma crys tears of fear when I was wilding son
Please dont wear that, people are getting killed for that
Latin quarter union Square you had to be there
The fever, MC glory, Ripping the armory
This is hip hop to me, and for all of y'all, this is wu tang clan
Signing off, you know how we do forever

[Method man]
Ay yo I gotta be around this music it's therapeutic
Lick my first blunt off the day then start the movement
Im chilling in a room with a view, There's Always room for improvment
So I grab my coat and go and prove it
Its me against the world, you can find me in the streets
You dont spot me in the lobby probably find me in a freak
Cop ferraris, the law be in the lining up in my seats
Tryna put me in a line up 'till I wind up in a beast
That's the belly, how dare they tryna tell me when to eat?
With this plate of food barely in my reach
My team shoot dice, we used to shoot skelly in the streets
Wore the same pelli pelli for a week
But now we live the Life, its such a good Life
I wish that I could live it twice
I'll probably make the same wish my wife
Wu tang clan Always collect cheddar
Propper education Always correct better

[Method man]
Cry scene cops and sirence helicopters
High beam the tention is Rising
Fiends keeping they pipes Clean
This is what Lifes mean?
A dollar and a Dream everyobdy wants nice things
The kid was only 19, holding his chest now, he's figthing
For his last breath to seeing death is frightening
The grip on the ghetto is thighting
You try to do the right thing, and they do you just like King
Now I can hear the night scream sirens and light beams
[?] bad shots, hitting people that they didn't mean to pop
The neighbourhoods in shock, block extremly hot
Another black teen shot is a normal routine for cops
They should've got good grades, work at minimum wage
Now they lying on the stretcher with nothing in them to save
Keep it ghetto, and whatever ghetto you at
Just dont love the ghetto, cause the ghetto dont love you back

[Masta killa]
Gotta be around this music it's therapeutic
First fresh thought to tell you so clear
When im Walking my head, Theres a voice that talks
In my ear, I can hear it so clear (you Think im bugging right)

[U-God]
The average man, wouldn't last that lang
She like to work out run Marathons
She wear, tight skirts with no panties on
She's a 6 foot 1 bronze amazon
Saying, complaining about all the good men gone
Im from bablong she reach the [?]
Holding jails in the nail salons
She rock Coco Chanel her smell was strong
With skin like velvet, she robbed my bank
She gave, no [?] Sipping long [?]
She a spread eagle at the tip of the bed
She rubbed on her legs this is what I said
Rap music is therapeutic to me

[Method man]
Ay yo You ain't lived 'till you made your first million
And top models wanna [?] yo Children
I thought I told you Wu tang is for the Children
Way Before rap [?] in your building
Yeah, now whats the price of rice in China
These women tryna raise the price of her vagina
Me, Im tryna live and get the grinder
Like Diddy, but I ain't tryna get to shine up
Pop pop pop off no question
See Ol' Dirty like it raw no protection
When the kid hold quart no objections
Meth needs his Money out the door no exepction
I go hard in the paint on a rapper
I go harder on a [?] Viagra
You Think im tripping, aiming the trick and
But keep a snow Bunny in the kitchen I'm the master like Killa

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Ludacris ft. I-20 & Young Buck - Rob The Robbers Lyrics

[Hook]
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber? [x4]

[I-20]
All black gloves, black mask, here we go again
The traps goin' slow, so I'm kickin' niggas doors again
Them pussy niggas soft, so the dealers goin' hard for it
I'm off in the truck, call up Buck, he got the hard for it
I got scopes on the AR, make it easy to just pop at you
The first talkin' dope boy, then we hit to rob at you
Won't hesitate to pull it out, empty out a clip
Heard your partner got the cannons, so I'm tryin' to hit a lick
I ain't got to contemplate it, see I'm down to demonstrate it
I'm a DTP nigga, G-Unit affiliated
Got a clique full of street niggas, ready for the shit
And a crib full of thick hoes, down for the joint
Tell them pretty niggas, here we come
Lay it down, G it up
Extra clips, extra round, pick a clown, hit 'em Buck
Hit 'em with that semi, or bust with that revolver
How the hell you robbers, gonna rob a robber?

[Hook]
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber? [x8]

[Young Buck]
Snatch niggas out their Chevies in traffic, I'm a savage
The devil made me do it nigga, I gotta have it
I'm hoppin' out this Escalade, chopper in my hand
I catch the ones that I can, and start poppin' at they man
They say the hood wanna kill me, the police want me locked up
So I just take their jewelry, every time I pop up
My album went platinum, and yeah, the nigga still jackin'
I ain't lyin' or actin', it's just that I love it with a passion
You should these niggas faces with the .40's on they shorties
Have they ass breakin' up like this dope game ain't for me (oh)
So, come on pussy nigga, bring it if you that hard
And watch when you come home, I'll be layin' in your backyard
Niggas turn to trackstars, runnin' when we comin'
See, them beepers see me do it, but they don't know who done it
Ay 20, make sure you tell that nigga Luda, I'm a shoota'
So if he got a problem with them cowards, bring me through there

[Hook]
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber? [x8]

[Ludacris]
.45 in the crevice of the 'Lac seat
Hummin, comin' right at ya
These hollows will make you think you at a track meet
Boys hit the back street
I'm ridin shotgun, with a shotgun
Pussy niggas hit the back seat
Chickens wanna act sweet
Cause of my candy-coated paint and size 24 shoes
I call 'em Shaq's feet, rollin' 20 Lacs deep
Whoever want it, we done it
At 2100 Jack-U street
So hide-ya hide-ya wallet-wallet
Tuck-ya tuck-ya chain-chain
I don't wanna, cock-it cock-it
Chicka-chicka bang-bang
Ain't no way to try to stop it, or numb the pain-pain
Cause this ain't no muthafuckin video game-game
But I can empty the cartridge, while you bitchin' and fussin'
Grab the sticks of extra clips and press the reset button
Put you on the front page of you the latest edition
Tell the robbers I'm the greatest addition
Motherfucker!

[Hook]
How the hell you robbers gonna rob a robber? [x8]

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Deadmau5 - Careless Lyrics

[Verse 1]
You're weak and you're gullible, and I don't care
You're a walking disaster, and I don't care
You cry yourself to sleep, and I don't care
You're wasting our time, and I don't care

[Chorus]
You knew this day would come, and it did, and you really should have waited
Go cry yourself to sleep, and you should, because I'm so faded

[Verse 2]
You contradict everything, and I don't care
Your logic is twisted, and I don't care
I'll pretend to be happy, and I don't care
You cry yourself to sleep, and I don't care
You're weak and you're gullible, and I don't care
You're a walking disaster, and I don't care

[Chorus]

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Juicy J - 0 to 100 Remix Lyrics



[Verse 1]
Rich nigga and I keep gunnas on my side
Niggas talk, hoes talk, but money don't lie
If you ain't heard, ain't another nigga triller
More Ace of Spades than a blackjack dealer
All in the club with Hollywood's finest
I'm bout to take Katy Perry to King of Diamonds
Ballin', ballin', pretty bitches jocking
If I sign her titties, she going to put it up for auction
Everywhere I go, they roll out the red carpet
I been sipping lean out of solid gold faucets
Respect the game, young nigga
Hating me ain't gonna make you no change, young nigga
Three bourgeoisie bitches and my Phantom outside
I leave it in park, cause they just want a ride
They just want to ride Juicy J like Six Flags
Then I kick them out so fast, they get whip lash

[The Come Up]

[Verse 2]
Brought my homeboys out the hood with me
Now a nigga sell dope records to make drug money
Shout out to the niggas that got love for me
Asian girl fainted as soon as she got a hug from me
Tokyo, that's a long way from North Memphis
Making too much money to be in yall's business
Making moves, chase the money till we all get it
And my pockets so deep, you can fall in them
Started from the bottom, my nigga
Six people, two bedroom apartment, my nigga
Now we pay cash for it all, fuck a lease
Still trying to get in touch with my homie Big Triece
Back-to-back Bentleys, foreign car fleet
NBA playoffs, we ball all week
I don't even hate the niggas hating on me
When their albums come out, I still buy their CDs
And that's real

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The Courtesans – Genius Lyrics

Holding a gun to his head, she says
“Do you love me? Do you love me?”
Counting out the bullets, she says
“There’s one for you, one for me
One for you, one for me.”

CHORUS
And he’s shaking, he’ll say anything
That she needs to hear
“Anything for you, my dear.”
I’m a genius.
Truly poisonous.
I’m a genius.
Truly poisonous.

He doesn’t need to hear the truths, she says
“Do you hate me? You could never hate me.”
Wipe away the fingerprints from these cuffs
No evidence, no conscience, no conscience

CHORUS
And he’s shaking, he’ll say anything
That she needs to hear
“Anything for you, my dear.”
I’m a genius.
Truly poisonous.
I’m a genius.
Truly poisonous.

Poison, poison, poisonous (poison).
Poison, poison, poisonous (poison).
Poison, poison, poisonous (poison).
No conscience, no conscience, no conscience.

I’m a genius.
Truly poisonous.
I’m a genius.
Truly poisonous.

I’m a genius. (no conscience)
Truly poisonous. (do you love me?)
I’m a genius.
Truly poisonous.

One for me, one for you,
One for you,
One for you,
One for you,
One for you.

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