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from Rick Ross - You The Boss [single] (2011)
In the world of so many
baby girl you are that one I deserve that I deserve you I'd do anything that you say anything Cause you the boss You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss yeah Rozay a born stunna I can blow money 50 when im shoppin That aint no money I got ma jeans saggin Money stuffed in em I got 40 whips Way too much in em I need me a queen I need me a dime Livin this fast life Just show me a sign Im a g Im im im ima g Took her from atlanta To the condo on the beach All she needs A a a all she needs Is a boss on my level Who provides her every need All I fiend is a queen in my presence I can hold her till I die Couple g's in a bezzle I'd do anything that you say anything Cause you the boss You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss yeah Still runnin the streets cause everyday im hustlin Double mg winnin in the streets is lovin it All this paper comin And my baby touchin it I pinned her to the wall You know this boy be bustin it Fur coast in the winter Look like a polar bear Stuntin in the snow These haters they can go somewhere Indoor pool Outdoor pool Indoor pool Talkin ray j moves 7 rolls royces Pink slips like a boss Champagne on her body Time to lick it off Me and baby girl are winning combination Ownership is my conversation Im a boss I'd do anything that you say anything Cause you the boss You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss yeah Oh Oh I wish You play what you sayin baby And i'd do whatever you say And i'd do Whatever you say I'd do anything that you say anything Cause you the boss You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss yeah You the boss You you you the boss yeah You can take it anyway you want to Baby I promise that I would never disappoint you Just watch how I make it my motherfuckin point to Here to raise Here to raise You only live once baby Lets do it big Come on You the boss The boss You the boss The boss man You the boss The boss man Hey daddy wont you come and be my boss Let me work it for you when my days off Hey daddy wont you come and be my boss When my days off |
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from J Holiday - Round 2 (2009)
It wasn't supposed to go this way...
Every day I get up, shes on my mind I can't get enough & I don't know why But it's more than a crush I can't believe it's getting deeper All the time I wanna see her But it wasn't suppose to go this way She was suppose to be another game to play And I can't figure it out I don't know how she did it But she made me fall, fall, fall How do you find yourself Inside of love (Inside of love) With a girl that you met Inside the club (Inside the club) Never could that be me-Yeah That was what I used to say Until it happened just the same to me I never thought it could happen to me But these days I'm finding myself on the ground And I just don't know how I got here All I know is that I'm down & out But it wasn't suppose to go this way (Go this way) She was suppose to be another game to play (Another game to play) And I can't figure it out I don't know how she did it But she made me fall, fall, fall Have you ever met someone That you thought was for the moment Then they came & stole your heart Before you knew that it was stolen Took you by surprise Cause you never saw it coming And now I can't deny That baby girl you got me fallin But it wasn't suppose to go this way (Go this way) She was suppose to be another game to play (Game to play) And I can't figure it out I don't know how she did it But she made me fall, fall, fall But it wasn't suppose to go this way (Go this way) She was suppose to be another game to play (Game to play) And I can't figure it out I don't know how she did it But she made me fall, fall, fall How did I find myself inside of love (love)? |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
Let me think back to '96
When Booby had the realest *** feelin' like a *** They go for 20 hours gettin' them for the 17 A lil' G, look at me, I was 17 Born on the side of town where them killas ride around Pull up on the block, put a block on tied down *** in his pants and he stand like, ?*** you I'm from the other side where we ride like a bus do? 36 *** got me ridin' Lexus Chevy at the crib, hit the *** from Texas Dade County D Boy, deals on the *** Triple see, da mafia, they kill when I say so Before I rolled a zone, I could court a zone I had to feed myself, *** I was on my own Now I push *** bigger than the President I'm at the White House known as my residence I'm in the White House, House I'm in the White House, House I call the shots, I can get your a*** wiped out We in the White House, House We in the White House, House Big phantom on the lawn gettin' wiped down I'm in the White House, House I'm in the White House, House I got a hundred a them things *** right now We in the White House, House We in the White House, House I got them *** gettin' on b*** right now I don't f*** with p*** n***, took my s*** to Jigga Man I went to Manhattan and came home a young millionaire Money on my mind, I'm a trill *** anyway I slap a *** now for anythin' Motha*** the other side, *** bleed deep That's my opinion, wanna know what the *** think? We load up in 'em things, boy, I'm a head busta *** the music, where your real muscle? I'm in the White House, White House I'm in the White House, White House I put a hit on them ***, they gettin' wiped out They gettin' wiped out and not one at a time 'Car full of dead black males' read the headline I'm in the White House, House I'm in the White House, House I call the shots, I can get your a*** wiped out We in the White House, House We in the White House, House Big phantom on the lawn gettin' wiped down I'm in the White House, House I'm in the White House, House I got a hundred a them things *** right now We in the White House, House We in the White House, House I got them *** gettin' on b*** right now I'm the fruit of the loom, I be flyin' in Lears Give me fruit and I boom, supplyin' for years I'm on top of the world, I'm gettin' money Hundred grand in a day? Easy, I'm gettin' money Pull up real slow, I let the haters watch I at a steak place, they in a state of shock You n*** goin' fishin', I gotta play the shark You better play your part, you ain't gotta play apart Got a *** that will tear your whole day apart That sticker make them sit like a Saint Bernard I'm in the White House, time to close shop Inventory, wiped out, boy, dat with better glocks I'm in the White House, House I'm in the White House, House I call the shots, I can get your a** wiped out We in the White House, House We in the White House, House Big phantom on the lawn gettin' wiped down I'm in the White House, House I'm in the White House, House I got a hundred a them things *** right now We in the White House, House We in the White House, House I got them *** gettin' on b*** right now |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
[Chorus:]
Where my money? I need, I need, I need cash [Repeat: x4] Where my money? You don't wanna be the one I blast (Ross) [Repeat: x4] Where my money? Never try me like a thug If you do you better duck I'ma hit em' in his body, Somebody patching you up I'ma bust a nigga head, Somebody wrapping you up When I ask you for ma shit, Nigga am I asking too much? Ridin' dirty in ma Seven deuce Its dirty, you can tell the truth I'm dirtier than a reverend Fighting internal revenue I'ma get mine, You can call me Uncle Sam Used ya for your services, And I don't give a damn Slap bush with ma stash All these taxes and this cash Got these bitches selling ass Homicide for the cash Homicide for the cash Riding around gunning mass Summertime son of Sam Triple C gon gun you down Twenty birds on this surb Posted up on the curb Got a lot of pistol game So we at ya A-Day If you owe me a dime Boy you better give me mine Cause I'm pulling ma nine With one thing that's on ma mind [Chorus] Still waiting on the call Homie supposed to be my dog It done been more then a week He caught himself running off Yea he bought two, two But I fronted another three, three But I'ma get him marked off for no less than a quarter key Yea I broke him off, Now I gotta break him off He think he using his head, I gotta take it off Therefore I'm loosing his head And then I'm taking off Mashing in the grand national Wont break it off Lemme break it down I see fifty off a chicken Every time I break it down Bad little Bitches shake it when they break it down Lemme break it down I Broke it down, To the smallest slab Cause I'm so fat I got the fiends calling cabs I'm out here for my stacks I'm out here for my stacks From the side of the bridge, You gotta cross the tracks Dade county D Boyz at yo front door Three in the morning and ya know what they knocking fo' [Chorus] I'm like a professor, I weigh and I measure Triple beam on the dresser Couldn't be fresher Cookin's my pleasure Cookies my treasure Hustle couldn't be better Muscle you couldn't measure Niggas feeling the pressure Pressure they bust pipes I'm cool with your bitch Your bitch fuck nice (See I need that) Fly hoes on my team (See I need that) My hoes will gimmie anything Grinding back in Savana Climbing back through Atlanta Shoot the making, See what shaking My shit white as Miss Vanna Its Rick Ross Rolls-Royce when I floss I'ma big boss And I never took a loss (See I need that) (See I need that) I might of took a loss But it wasn't like that (Ross) So I'm back on my grizzle Got the streets on sizzle Its Ricky Rizzle The rich nizzle the rich nizzle Now bitch [Chorus] |
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from Kevin Rudolf - In The City (2009)
Welcome to the world, welcome to the world You got your popstar, I'll be your rockstar When it’s a suicide, you call it superstar Check out the forecast, predictions won't stop You get your fifteen, and then they take the spot Let's go, let's go And then you're ready to go Let's go let's go Cause it’s the end of the show Let's go let's go So just get ready to go Let's go let's go Let's go let's go All the time that you were gone, I thought about how things went wrong Now you're coming down to earth Ok, hello, welcome to the world She saw the bright lights She caught the fever She got contagious She never leave it So no more time spent And no more free shit In fact this free ride has reached it's destination Let's go, let's go And then you're ready to go Let's go let's go Cause it’s the end of the show Lets go lets go And when its over, you'll know Let's go let's go Let's go let's go All the time that you were gone, I thought about how things went wrong Now you're coming down to earth Ok, hello, (welcome to my world) welcome to the world lifes a tour, im so sure the ex will come before you exit girl no more games, I confess far from lane i'm just so fresh while cubit lee(???), it’s the big boss you get on the block, mr Rudolf Kevin! 2 stars, hold your applause Hold it down to yalls all guitars Half my life I sacrifice But I only came to party tonight New chicks, get my drinks up Every weekend we can link up New rings, with the big cuts Only be the best sport, get your mix up I took my time she love me, me such When she closes her eyes its what she thinks of Boss All the time that you were gone, I thought about how things went wrong Now you're coming down to earth Ok, hello, welcome to the world Welcome to the world, welcome to the world, welcome to the world, welcome to the world |
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from Kevin Rudolf - In The City(수입) (2009)
Welcome to the world, welcome to the world
You got your popstar, ill be your rockstar When it's a suicide, you call it superstar Check out the forecast, predictions wont stop You get your fifteen, and then they take the spot Lets go, lets go And then youre ready to go Lets go lets go Cause it's the end of the show Lets go lets go So just get ready to go Lets go lets go Lets go lets go All the time that you were gone, I thought about how things went wrong Now youre coming down to earth Ok, hello, welcome to the world She saw the bright lights She caught the fever She got contagious She never leave it So no more time spent And no more free shit In fact this free ride has reached its destination Lets go, lets go And then youre ready to go Lets go lets go Cause it's the end of the show Lets go lets go And when its over, youll know Lets go lets go Lets go lets go All the time that you were gone, I thought about how things went wrong Now youre coming down to earth Ok, hello, (welcome to my world) welcome to the world lifes a tour, im so sure the ex will come before you exit girl no more games, I confess far from lane im just so fresh while cubit lee(???), it's the big boss you get on the block, mr Rudolf Kevin! 2 stars, hold your applause Hold it down to yalls all guitars Half my life I sacrifice But I only came to party tonight New chicks, get my drinks up Every weekend we can link up New rings, with the big cuts Only be the best sport, get your mix up I took my time she love me, me such When she closes her eyes its what she thinks of Boss All the time that you were gone, I thought about how things went wrong Now youre coming down to earth Ok, hello, welcome to the world Welcome to the world, welcome to the world, welcome to the world, welcome to the world |
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from DJ Khaled - We The Best Forever [Explicit Version] (2011)
[T-Pain]
Welcome to my hood (Where the hood at) (Where the hood at) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it everybody got it Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24?s so you know we roll heavy Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And every know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees (Woop, woop) That's the sound of the police In my hood [Rick Ross] Audemar on my wrist Diamond, look like they glowing 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowing Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat 'em like jack boys, catch 'em slippin' then slay 'em Lord forgive me for my sins, that's my confessions if they put me in this benz I got possession of a federal offence I'm talking pressure in my criminal intent So wear ya vest's and I'm still gon' stunt Like it aint no tomorrow, f-ck ya house note n-gga Blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Tell you "we the best forever" DJ Khaled handle that [T-Pain - Chorus] [Plies] I know some n-ggas from my hood that would rob Norieaga I'm talkin' Norieaga, n-gga, the real Norieaga If you aint from the hood, bitch, than stop impersonating us And tell congress when you see 'em I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers Some are on house arrest, some are on child support Some of 'em did they bit, the other half waiting to go to court Mr Landlord we gon bust your ass with an eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talking strip clubs, I'm talking liquor stores We throw our money round here, but y'all can... [T-Pain - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] Bitch I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time fly's, well mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of sh-t and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23, tell the warden kiss my ass Pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital Hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happens to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see nobody like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewn up, check the thread count [T-Pain - Chorus] |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
I keep pimpin' to get into bitch panties
I keep spittin', the critics cannot compare me They put it simple, I am Mr. Miami And my lil' pistol will flip over ya over [Incomprehensible] We the best at best you doin' failing Straight finesse, that's the way ballet That's from sunset we rippin' up Cali Fuck the chips I dip nigga gamin' Now I'm runnin' from the ghetto bird I got food on my stomach from the ghetto birds All I use are my ghetto words I'm the mayor in the hood on the ghetto terms I'ma get money, I'ma flash dough Unique whips will cash grow I'ma keep pimpin' to get into bitch panties Dead presidents are runnin' my family Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin' Kanye and these hoes tellin' me nothin' I'ma keep pimpin' to get into bitch panties I put a hit on a nigga head you say me Every dollar I get keeps me shinin' I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds I done fucked every dime up in diamonds This for them D-boys gettin' money shinin' Am I talkin' for police because I puff weed? 'Lotta artists some recorded as a Puffy Like a pimp I'ma skip, past the pimp quarter Like a pimp order, pimp I import her Every dime you give a note that's a pimp quarter 'Cuz every time she deliver like a pimp taught her She ain't married to the game just a pimp daughter Every Benz that I gain I get the limb harder What the fuck you niggas know about loyalty? Huh 'cuz nigga you the fuss Tell 'em what I said, like I really give a fuck And that big foot hoe needed the hood Derrick Henderson still sellin' his car Smelled his ass, no Ross just bought another garage Yeah, yeah, they wanna be the boss But bitch niggaz get twist in the cross, I'm the best Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin' Kanye and these hoes tellin' me nothin' I'ma keep pimpin' to get into bitch panties I put a hit on a nigga head you say me Every dollar I get keeps me shinin' I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds I done fucked every dime up in diamonds This for them D-boys gettin' money shinin' Thinkin' 'bout my bitch Kandice Kandice was also romantic Club grave, yeah I had cha both While I made lil' Crissy roll up my smoke Boss, I need more champagne Limme near piece, niggaz know my chain Yeah, I'm a millionaire you wanna hold my chain? You could get a lil' pussy, nigga hold my name Ross, yeah, I go a long way Well paid, baby girl, let the song play I'm lookin' for the next top model Gimme head on Youtube and then pop bottles Every dollar I get keeps me stuntin' Kanye and these hoes tellin' me nothin' I'ma keep pimpin' to get into bitch panties I put a hit on a nigga head you say me Every dollar I get keeps me shinin' I spend a million dollars nigga just in diamonds I done fucked every dime up in diamonds This for them D-boys gettin' money shinin' Shinin', you feel me Shout out to that hole motherfuckin' 3 0 5 M.I.Yayo Maybach Music, nigga, I am the CEO and we are sucka free, nigga Ya niggaz, yeah, we used to pay ya charge and car notes, nigga We showed ya niggaz love ya feel me But know it's time to stand on ya own two feet, nigga It's like I fronted you a bird and you came back with two ounces, nigga The fuck you think this is, this triple C, nigga Yeah, like I said, baby, I got ten keys on my wrist So have you the D.E.A. tell 'em that, boss |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
The meek shall inhieret the earth
That's what the bible says I need it. Walk like a giant Talk like a tyrant Faith of a mustard seed destined for a triumph David or Galaith Hate me or admire Kush burns slow as I chase my desire Embrace my empire Batta boy eat fire Guns like choirs when they sing keep quite Will I get to heaven? turn a song 27 Lord knows when I see this monkey I'm gon be the devil Be him cause im clever Beat him at whatever You never was a G nigga unit ain't even together New York's unified down south love that When we get to shine? motherfuckers where the love at? Real niggas getting money betta log on Think the games dead now? imagine when ya dogs gone [damn] Imagine when this song gone When ya phone off there's only one to call on. |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby
It's deeper than the rap Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Seventeen, tryna man up Feed the fam boy, I put that on these damn goods All I got was diabetes and a damn ugg People talkin' down, callin' me a damn sprug Young niggas, all you wanna do is roam free On your own feet, gotta cook your own beef I'm too cool for lame dudes that ridicule I laugh while I'm doin' laps in the swimmin' pool I don't owe you niggas nothin' Call me two fingers when you see a nigga stuntin' Black Philip drummin', limousines of the Hummer Penthouse sweet, pretty beach I call the summer Lotta homies pass, see 'em in the future Moneys so fast, on the gas, never neutral Gotta keep a shooter while I'm ridin' in the seven Higher than a kite by the time I get to heaven Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects And still my talent is yet to be challenged Had new jet with my own pilot No blastin' off, but flexin' DJ Khaled My mom stressin' college but my crude sense of logic Did a lude to my empty wallet Try spittin' on a green tinted Accord Which could mean a sentence up north Where the homie was but back then Doe was like a hoard it goldie love, it didn't exist And office foley cuffs was after my wrists Was not Beverly hills where we chilled Imagine this, the nas 'n' rith had to get from rags to rich I used to stand on rooftops, with two glocks Figurin' how do I turn my timbalands to clocks Now reptiles was left out about a watch What is you thinkin'? Murk you Plus the muscle that you bringin' is nothin' to me If you thuggin, a fake and shaked on Cuban, shout out my Ricans Down with all of you gangstas to the roughest Jamiacans Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects If you ballin' physics, nigga money never flow Meanin' every day I'm livin', tryna stay on flow Coming from a boss, I can predict a double cross Handlers managin' money, they never come across I spend in Africa, Magnamers, numbers involved AK47s singin' win or by sum or you fall? I dealt with brawls and those willin' to sell their soul Over cars and clothes, man I'm talkin' petty hoes Ask ma feddi grow, fuck a feet of spaghettio's I'm club poppin' in Cali shout out to Ariel Somebody dim the lights, triple black tuts 'Cause associated and the flesh is tryna catch up I roam with niggas who destined to get a life sentence Get their baby mama a Lexus for them nice visits Ma nigga got a dub an' love to do the push ups I got a million cash tryna get the kush up Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Doin' a 150 miles and runnin' Get up in the way then you know that I'm gunnin' Laugh about the doe but really ain't nutin' funny Gettin' rich in a rush You know us we the usual suspects The real definition of success Throwin' money 'cause I can and I love it From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects You know the boys on the block wanna take us 'Cause we bringin' all of the paper and From nothin' to somethin' You know us we the usual suspects Maybach Music, it's deeper than the verse baby It's deeper than the rap |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
[Intro - Rick Ross]
With kush and lean on my breath The big boss Ricky Ross here is Trilla You Know I'm talkin bout [Verse 1 - Rick Ross] Shout out to Gun Play - Shout out to T.O. Shout out to Kenneth Williams - Shout out to E-Folk Shout out to E-Class, nigga we eat fast Shout out to Gucci Pucci, beamers we each have Shout out to Larry Hoover - Shout out to Big Meech Shout out to Bunky Brown - Shout out to Fish Grease Shout out to Falcon - Shout out to Big Bob Shout out to John Doe - The hole Lynch Mob (Shout out to Rick Ross) because I (Run This) I was a trill nigga, bitch when I wasn't rich Shout out to Brown Lee, slangin in H-Town Gettin bank in the tank, knockin weight down Shout out to Lil' Trea, triggas get pulled back It's five stacks for a hit, betcha feel that This the corner sto', pinnacle of ballin blow In the strip club with 50 grand is all ya know Shout out to Boobie Boys, young drug dealers Shout out to Red and Blue, I got love, nigga Shout out to Chi-Town, all the G.D.'s Shout out to 3-0-5, I rep C.C. Shout out to Lil' Jay - Shout out to Jay-Z Shout out to 2Shae, I'm gettin straight cheese Shout out to Wayne Parker, cook the 'caine harder Shout out to Haitian P, he's so straight robbin Shout out to Scarface - Shout out to Bun be I met Escobar, my ring one key Shout out to Trick Daddy, I got love, fool We both millionaires, let's make some thug moves I'm paranoid it's too much personalia Puplic prosecutors got me preparing for failure Picture pimp, picture me pimpin the pen With all these pretty scripters that I can pimp with my pen Oh no the Lord is my light and my savior So I don't know is somebody coming to save ya Oh Lord please tell 'em my game will slay 'em Oh Boy that A-K gon' do 'em a favor I don't give a fuck about death 'cause death don't give a fuck about flesh 'cause flesh don't give a fuck about mine And mine never gave a fuck about my |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
Wet bars on the boat, wet broad money low
Real like Scott, storch off from the coke Maybachs were a dream, now it's all real It's hard to get sleep laying next to 5 mil Still get the chills, I call 'em the goosebumps Ya Alex, had a vision I'm building like two trumps Step in goosebumps, I'm the main event Got a pocket full of game bring the main intent Six bitches phone numbers on the same napkin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction You see it, these niggas living off the pad Ya, I ran 100 miles but I did it all with class Hands all glass, wrists all glass Real on heron how long will the crystal last Champaign to pour celebrate the cause Hover above the law at the mercy of the lawyers What's worst a testimony from your homie? Tables turn quick, I told you not to fuck with Tony You started with the dishes then it went to digits I had to cross friendships, it's rules to the business All the time with a sitar like Gina Beauty salon dream got the keys in the beamer On the way to cheetahs pointing an army Land my spaceship with the spoilers on it Seen the UFOs, FBI, ATF, let 'em know how a nigga ride 44 with 45s and 64s, half a pill two dimes six folks I need a slice of the pie, 456 as I throw the dice in the sky Head crack nigga, bread stacks, nigga Convertible purp, ya I let my hat back, nigga Lamborghini's and Mazerattis for mediocres When the lease over back to the streets soldier Call cold shoulder mike make me bring the heats over When the beefs over mike see the peach rovas We the eats while we trying to reach each quota No soda rolls rolla one owner Broad yayo eighty grand one corner Luis Vuitton right size don't want 'em They tripping, I'm tripping in Tiffany stones Get a mop, Peter prop, I'm living it homes Chauffeur I blow purp and no skirts 4 chains will put you down with more work |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
[Intro:]
Billionaire yeah. You feel me? I have your bitch lacin' up my shoes homey Rollin' them L's up [laugh] Gettin' Money. [Hook:] This Is The Life, This Is The Life Ain't no stoppin' it's champagne for poppin' you draw from drivin' This Is The Life, This Is The Life Keep shit poppin' these hoes they stay bobbin' no stoppin' us every night This Is The Life, ain't no stoppin' A love from watchin' boppers serve it up for a hell of a price This Is The Life, This Is The Life This Is The... This Is The Life. [Verse 1:] Uh I'm the man you wanna stand near Damn near a hundred gram in jewels in my stand smith Snitches stand clear can't no snitches stand here This reserve for the trill I'm red carpet every year Take a picture canary stones so photogenic No I didn't grow up with it so I had to go & get it Started with a biscuit now I got a loaf Hoes wanna slice I wanna tell her no But I can't, I get a rush blowin' dough I'm gettin' bank I'm in a rush to blow the dough This Is The Life I'm in a race to get money This Is The Life I need a bad bitch to blow it for me. [Hook:] This Is The Life, This Is The Life Ain't no stoppin' it's champagne for poppin' you draw from drivin' This Is The Life, This Is The Life Keep shit poppin' these hoes they stay bobbin' no stoppin' us every night This Is The Life, ain't no stoppin' A Love from watchin' boppers serve it up for a hell of a price This Is The Life, This Is The Life This Is The... This Is The Life. [Verse 2:] Not that I'm arrogant, I'm just extravagant For real, I'm a boss player check my lamineer I got hoes in Memphis hoes in Maryland White girl in Carolina let's call her Karoline She love ballplayers hate the dope boys 'Cause we fight dogs call me Jeff Joyce Yeah this the Superbowl of the street shit It's all fast food my niggas eat quick When I seen a million it fucked-up my life Brand new 20 cars party for 20 nights Fucked plenty wives crushed many lives I wouldn't it change for the world This Is The Life. [Hook:] This Is The Life, This Is The Life Ain't no stoppin' it's champagne for poppin' you draw from drivin' This Is The Life, This Is The Life Keep shit poppin' these hoes they stay bobbin' no stoppin' us every night This Is The Life, ain't no stoppin' A love from watchin' boppers serve it up for a hell of a price This Is The Life, This Is The Life This Is The... This Is The Life. [Verse 3:] I'm camptin' in the Hampton's Chillin' in a PlayStation, boss 'Cause I'm playin' with them chips that you ain't makin' I ain't fakin' trap ain't fakin' California razors keep me feelin' Jamaican The block bakin' the blunt burnin' I'm in Trump Towers amongst earners Fine S sports for the S Service Fine lip servers for the Triple C Words rhymin' best Can't spell well but I define success I sell well so I make a toast The fallen comrades hold the bottles up We standin' tall fam. [Hook:] This Is The Life, This Is The Life Ain't no stoppin' it's champagne for poppin' you draw from drivin' This Is The Life, This Is The Life Keep shit poppin' these hoes they stay bobbin' no stoppin' us every night This Is The Life, ain't no stoppin' A love from watchin' boppers serve it up for a hell of a price This Is The Life, This Is The Life This Is The... This Is The Life. |
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from Keri Hilson - No Boys Allowed (2010)
I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin..
I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin..(Go!) I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin.. I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin..(Go!) I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin.. I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin..(Go!) (Boys..) Love me, love me - it's the way you love me Touch me, touch me - it's the way you touch me Doug me, doug me - it's the way you doug me (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy You got me goin crazy, you got me goin crazy (ah!) Ooh ahh baby don't stop You know how I like it daddy when you hit the spot Ooh ahh baby don't stop Imma take control when I climb up on top I can take that ship boy, switch up your position Yea you do it hard baby, like you on a mission Now I do it Superman - Love, or addiction Baby you can count down, renew your prescription Yeah, you can see - just where we wanna be I got that kinda lovin' that'll keep you off the streets Yeah, you can see - just where we wanna be The way you love me the way you love me (Doug Me) Yeah, that's me - just where we wanna be I got that kinda lovin' that'll keep you off the streets Yeah, that's me - just where we wanna be The way you love me the way you love me (Doug Me) Love me, love me - it's the way you love me Touch me, touch me - it's the way you touch me Doug me, doug me - it's the way you doug me (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy You got me goin crazy, you got me goin crazy (ah!) Boy I got that magic raise your wand I'll be your wiz I know your Ex's Ms wasn't hittin' like this Do me gentle don't be rough until I say so.. You know I will be grippin tighter than your bankroll They say I'm the best (they're the best) Now you want me in the worst way Ooey it's so juicy boy I hope you come first place So good I make ya think my bed is my workplace You can't overwork me, baby don't hurt me.. (yeah) Yeah, you can see - just where we wanna be I got that kinda lovin' that'll keep you off the streets Yeah, you can see - just where we wanna be The way you love me the way you love me (Doug Me) Yeah, that's me - just where we wanna be I got that kinda pussy that'll keep you off the streets Yeah, that's me - just where we wanna be The way you love me the way you love me (Doug Me) Love me, love me - it's the way you love me Touch me, touch me - it's the way you touch me Doug me, doug me - it's the way you doug me (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy You got me goin crazy, you got me goin crazy (ow!) Love me, love me - it's the way you love me Touch me, touch me - it's the way you touch me Doug me, doug me - it's the way you doug me (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy (It's) the way you love me baby you got me goin' crazy You got me goin crazy, you got me goin crazy I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin.. I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin.. I'm Swaggin, I'm Swaggin.. |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit
'bout to have the parking lot on smash Plus I got a chevy with a 4-54 in da hood dat bitch got 1-25 in da dash (She like a gangsta cause) I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far (*3) Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss I don't make love baby we make magic Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin Always wear plastic baby cause shit happens She leaves the backseat just to freak in da magnum Hopped out the magnum hopped in the tray Just to let the top back and thank God for the day Who gives a fuck what a hater gotta say? I made a couple million dollars last year dealin weight Still in da streets strapped with them thangs She in love with a G so she tatted my name {ROSS} I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far Ten black maybacks back to back in a lane I'm a make it rain then I'm a make it back You are just a lame lil homie that's a fact Workin with the police actin like ya know me Fresh outta jail already in ya hoe's sheets I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit 'bout to have the parking lot on smash Plus I got a chevy with a 4-54 in da hood dat bitch got 1-25 in da dash (She like a gangsta cause) I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far (*3) Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss The boss, boss, boss, the boss Shawty straight diggin me and I ain't even rich I know you niggas on the sideline like ain't that a bitch I'm on my job and I ain't gettin off Cause it's just another day in the life of the goddamn boss I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far Got the biggest car spanish broads no bra Call that otha lame for the walks in the park I ain't come to play games I just wanna play my part Tell ya girlfriend to come talk with my dawg We straight G's and we came here to ball Bottle after bottle and I'm sure you count em all Then we off to the chevy fire it up and takin off Baby slow it down cause you movin to fast Ya ass too fine to be movin too fast Back to the thuggin now I'm sippin sy-z-urp All my niggas love it baby that's my w-is-ord Stack for da jeans five bones for the sh-is-irt I don't smoke 28? 800 for da? I'm the biggest boss that you seen thus far You can tell by the shon's that's standin by the car I got a fresh line up, fresh outfit 'bout to have the parking lot on smash Plus I got a chevy with a 4-54 in da hood dat bitch got 1-25 in da dash (She like a gangsta cause) I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far (*3) Cause it's just another day in the life of a God damn boss Ay, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, yea, ay Ay, uh huh, yea, uh huh, yea, yea, yea I'm the biggest boss that ya seen thus far |
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from Wale - Ambition [Deluxe Version] (2011)
12월 10일자 빌보..
sgm8520 We Found Love (Feat. Calvin Harris) Rihanna Sexy And I Know It LMFAO It Will Rain Bruno Mars 곡 76 | 담기 22 | 추천 8 |
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from Rick Ross - Teflon Don [Explicit Version] (2010)
Smokin a fat splif in a brand new benz
No ID on da track let the story begin, Lookin in the mirror but I dont see much, Still runnin the streets so I dont sleep much, Watchin the snakes so they dont creep up, But the way Im gettin this money niggas cant keep up, You niggas cant keep up, Niggas got beef but it cant be much, Im still walkin through the crowds like I cant be touched, Top back, all black, Gretsky puck, Ice skater lil later might let me fuck, Dang, she might let me fuck, Last night I cried tears of joy, What did I do to deserve this, Vocca Ron on my wrist, a year ago I didnt even know the bithes exist, Quarter Milli for the muthafucka, No insurance on the muthafucka, Aint life a bitch, But you gotta keep her wet, Keys open doors so I gotta keep a set, Everybody know that Imma lotta people threat, Biggie Smalls in the flesh, Livin Life after my death, Yesterday I read my horoscope, Tell me lord will I be poor and broke, Tell me lord will I be dealin dope, I wanna take my momma to the poconos (ceelo) chorus Whhhhyyyyyyy (rick ross) But only lords knows (ceelo) To all the love ones i leave behind At least they cant see me cry N i ask wen sum1 wants 2 b me whyyyyyyyyyyyyy????????? Thought havin everything would ease my mind But if u kuld read my mind My god im scarred I have tattoo tears of joy (rick ross) verse 2 Last nite i cried tears of joy What did i do to deserve this Young rich muthafucka still uneducated but dammit a nigga made it God damn a nigga made it, house bigger than a church lord knows im blessed Five different lawyers lord knows im stressed A punch in the face get u 300k Ask vlad now he back to makin minimum wage Another victim of my criminal ways I wanna walk in the image of christ But that bitch vivica nice And im still swimming in ice Im just living my life Im just living my life Lease a lambourghini for your pussy rate Life is just a pussy race Snatch a bitch take her back to your place Next morning i kan tell you how the pussy taste I got expensive taste (ceelo) chorus Whhhhyyyyyyy To all the love ones i leave behind At least they kant c me cry N i ask wen sum1 wants 2 b me yyyyyyyyyyyyy????????? Thought havin everything would ease my mind But if u kuld read my mind My god im scarred I have tattoo tears of joy (rick ross) verse 3 Last nite i cried tears of joy What did we do to deserve this Not to dwell on the the past but to keep it real i gotta represent for emmett till All the dead souls in the field Lookin at my rolly its about that time White man had a problem wit mine N we suppose 2 b shy???(shy)(shy) The revolutions televised, Bobby still on the rise (ceelo) chorus Whhhhyyyyyyy To all the love ones i leave behind At least they kant c me cry N i ask wen sum1 wants 2 b me yyyyyyyyyyyyy????????? Thought havin everything would ease my mind But if u kuld read my mind My god im scarred I have tattoo tears of joy |
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from Rick Ross - Teflon Don [Explicit Version] (2010)
Uh....uh....uh [Verse 1: Rick Ross] From my nigga Diddy view, I think I see his vision too Purple Rain, over Central Park, chillin' with my goons Big Pop's & Sade's, Cirocs & Chardonnay My Cassie's sassy, so my penthouse my balloon We doin' it big, it's goin' down, 9/11 I'm doin' it big, pullin' up in a 911 I been tryna fuck for months, babygirl it's now or never Got the condo on the beach, hope through our storms we shall weather ...We shinin' when it's pitch dark Yea this bitch a movie, but this time I play a big part Uh, fuck the marketing, look at what I'm accomplishin' I'm beatin' niggas by margins bigger than Fran Tarkenton [Chorus: Ne-Yo] All these cars, all these stars, all around me (super high) Put your eyes... to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh) Cuz we are.... we are.... super hiiiigh Ooh yeah, ooh yeah {Bring your sexy ass here baby} [Verse 2: Rick Ross] I wanna buy my bitch every bag and she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back I wanna take my bitch around the globe Hawaii, hand glidin' in the mountains, shittin' on these hoes ..Rare bottoms by the barrel Pop the Giuseppe tags, like it's American Apparel 20,000 up in Barneys, haters'll never harm me Rick Owens on me, bombers for my whole army Andele, andele, baby move fast She drop it down and bring it back, I like that I wanna buy my bitch every bag so she ain't ever, ever, ever gotta take 'em back [Chorus] [Bridge: Rick Ross] If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look I'm super fly, I'm super high You gettin' yours? I'm gettin' mine [Verse 3: Ne-Yo] Women of a caliber only seen in magazines and calendars And I'm sitting with Miss October cuz my birthday's in October Strawberry and her Ross on I can see it in her eye, cuz she wink and she toast me and later on we gonna mosy.. to a place where it's populated and get durty [Rick Ross] If you lookin' for me, you can find me in the Guinness Book Only fly bitches ride with the Boss, take a look [Ne-Yo] Put your eyes to the sky, that's where you'll find meee (ooh ooh ooh) Cuz we are, we are super high ooh yeah, ooh yeah [Bridge: Rick Ross]
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
[Chorus: Lloyd]
Ain't nothin' but the street life That's money cars and hoes It's the only life I chose Street life , nothin' but the street life They love they way I shine This world is mine, all mine [Rick Ross] Up early in the morning, got gold in my eye Got a 4-5 that'll leave a hole in the sky Sitting at this table, why, to take this Music and the street life that's a whole 'nother side (right) Hoes used to call me small time My clothes ain't know what to call mine No logos or no tags in it No polos 'til I started bag-gin' it Way before my first key My nigga E showed me How to parlay a Z (good lookin' nigga) I know my mama pullin' overtime Pocket full of dimes So I'm out here pullin' mine [Chorus] [Rick Ross] You can't close shop, not on my block I'm 24/7 like IHOP Came from the bottom to the skybox Now a penthouse, you can call me Hi-Top Hop up in the 40-40, got 'bout forty on me Fifty grand in a band, I'ma roll it homie Brick layin' cost 'bout another dub Ten grand for a pound of the bubble bud Twenty birds in a room down in Atlanta I caught a bird, but the birds can't buy a camper Just an example, by an ex-trapper Dress the coupe in the shoes, now that's dapper [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Street life, sellin' dope, fuckin' hoes Big E, smoke comin' outta nigga nose Candy paintin' on the corner, sellin' everything I'm on the move, I ain't called mama in a couple days This life and nothin' will ever change that I love the game and we'll never give the game back We lost a lot of good niggas in the game But in the game, all the good niggas get a name I got a name, everybody don't die the same Like all dope don't fly the same M-I-Yayo, boy I buy them things It's like the people want me to come fly the plane [Chorus: x3] |
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from Rick Ross - Speedin' (2008)
[Rick Ro$$:]
Legendary. Runners, you know me. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Rick Ro$$:] Trilla. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Verse 1: Rick Ro$$] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account My account can't count up all my money in an hour 'Cause it's comin' too fast & I'm scared it won't last Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance God damn speed got my heart racin' See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation Caesar salad, Caesar's Palace You not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average In the Benz AK ridin' shotgun It's a Benz 'cause your broke 'til you got one It ain't nothin' do 100 in the maybach Throwin' money out the roof muthafuckin' brake pads. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] See people came lookin' for me shit I got ghosts See the west coast close & up in the lamontrose Big money boss major American Idol, I got fans like fantasia Read between the lines or yo' ass like fantasia Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him I'm a posh I'm weevin' no joke no joke but I'm Speedin' Starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best & these pussy niggas runnin' out of time (Ricky Ro$$) I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece Yeah I bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 3: R. Kelly] Sittin' in the livin' room watchin' the Grammy's Wishin' that was me that was on the Grammy's All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me I was a D turmin' ill nigga 30 shows a mill figure Homey help me out 'cause this boy was a drug dealer Nap time 'cause my gift grew wings & now I'm flyin' down like the cool crew wings Kells & Ro$$ on the hollywood scene Red carpet & it's smellin' like green Now floss 'cause I got paid off collabo' Was the hit Hip-Hop & R&B boss. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] E-Class, I think somebody followin' me Meet me at the helipad wit ya bitch I'm worth 15 million baby I'm tryin' to blow it all in 1 week! Fuckin' wit ya, Triple C's, boss. [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] I'm a fly away on you haters I done came up so fast Movies, endorsements, films... [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] We own things... boss boss boss. |
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from Rick Ross - Speedin' (2008)
[Rick Ro$$:]
Legendary. Runners, you know me. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Rick Ro$$:] Trilla. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Verse 1: Rick Ro$$] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account My account can't count up all my money in an hour 'Cause it's comin' too fast & I'm scared it won't last Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance God damn speed got my heart racin' See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation Caesar salad, Caesar's Palace You not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average In the Benz AK ridin' shotgun It's a Benz 'cause your broke 'til you got one It ain't nothin' do 100 in the maybach Throwin' money out the roof muthafuckin' brake pads. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] See people came lookin' for me shit I got ghosts See the west coast close & up in the lamontrose Big money boss major American Idol, I got fans like fantasia Read between the lines or yo' ass like fantasia Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him I'm a posh I'm weevin' no joke no joke but I'm Speedin' Starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best & these pussy niggas runnin' out of time (Ricky Ro$$) I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece Yeah I bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 3: R. Kelly] Sittin' in the livin' room watchin' the Grammy's Wishin' that was me that was on the Grammy's All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me I was a D turmin' ill nigga 30 shows a mill figure Homey help me out 'cause this boy was a drug dealer Nap time 'cause my gift grew wings & now I'm flyin' down like the cool crew wings Kells & Ro$$ on the hollywood scene Red carpet & it's smellin' like green Now floss 'cause I got paid off collabo' Was the hit Hip-Hop & R&B boss. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] E-Class, I think somebody followin' me Meet me at the helipad wit ya bitch I'm worth 15 million baby I'm tryin' to blow it all in 1 week! Fuckin' wit ya, Triple C's, boss. [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] I'm a fly away on you haters I done came up so fast Movies, endorsements, films... [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] We own things... boss boss boss. |
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from Rick Ross - Speedin' (2008)
[Rick Ro$$:]
Legendary. Runners, you know me. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Rick Ro$$:] Trilla. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Verse 1: Rick Ro$$] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account My account can't count up all my money in an hour 'Cause it's comin' too fast & I'm scared it won't last Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance God damn speed got my heart racin' See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation Caesar salad, Caesar's Palace You not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average In the Benz AK ridin' shotgun It's a Benz 'cause your broke 'til you got one It ain't nothin' do 100 in the maybach Throwin' money out the roof muthafuckin' brake pads. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] See people came lookin' for me shit I got ghosts See the west coast close & up in the lamontrose Big money boss major American Idol, I got fans like fantasia Read between the lines or yo' ass like fantasia Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him I'm a posh I'm weevin' no joke no joke but I'm Speedin' Starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best & these pussy niggas runnin' out of time (Ricky Ro$$) I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece Yeah I bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 3: R. Kelly] Sittin' in the livin' room watchin' the Grammy's Wishin' that was me that was on the Grammy's All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me I was a D turmin' ill nigga 30 shows a mill figure Homey help me out 'cause this boy was a drug dealer Nap time 'cause my gift grew wings & now I'm flyin' down like the cool crew wings Kells & Ro$$ on the hollywood scene Red carpet & it's smellin' like green Now floss 'cause I got paid off collabo' Was the hit Hip-Hop & R&B boss. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] E-Class, I think somebody followin' me Meet me at the helipad wit ya bitch I'm worth 15 million baby I'm tryin' to blow it all in 1 week! Fuckin' wit ya, Triple C's, boss. [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] I'm a fly away on you haters I done came up so fast Movies, endorsements, films... [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] We own things... boss boss boss. |
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from Rick Ross - Speedin' (2008)
[Rick Ro$$:]
Legendary. Runners, you know me. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Rick Ro$$:] Trilla. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Verse 1: Rick Ro$$] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account My account can't count up all my money in an hour 'Cause it's comin' too fast & I'm scared it won't last Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance God damn speed got my heart racin' See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation Caesar salad, Caesar's Palace You not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average In the Benz AK ridin' shotgun It's a Benz 'cause your broke 'til you got one It ain't nothin' do 100 in the maybach Throwin' money out the roof muthafuckin' brake pads. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] See people came lookin' for me shit I got ghosts See the west coast close & up in the lamontrose Big money boss major American Idol, I got fans like fantasia Read between the lines or yo' ass like fantasia Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him I'm a posh I'm weevin' no joke no joke but I'm Speedin' Starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best & these pussy niggas runnin' out of time (Ricky Ro$$) I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece Yeah I bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 3: R. Kelly] Sittin' in the livin' room watchin' the Grammy's Wishin' that was me that was on the Grammy's All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me I was a D turmin' ill nigga 30 shows a mill figure Homey help me out 'cause this boy was a drug dealer Nap time 'cause my gift grew wings & now I'm flyin' down like the cool crew wings Kells & Ro$$ on the hollywood scene Red carpet & it's smellin' like green Now floss 'cause I got paid off collabo' Was the hit Hip-Hop & R&B boss. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] E-Class, I think somebody followin' me Meet me at the helipad wit ya bitch I'm worth 15 million baby I'm tryin' to blow it all in 1 week! Fuckin' wit ya, Triple C's, boss. [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] I'm a fly away on you haters I done came up so fast Movies, endorsements, films... [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] We own things... boss boss boss. |
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from Rick Ross - Speedin' (2008)
[Rick Ro$$:]
Legendary. Runners, you know me. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Rick Ro$$:] Trilla. [R. Kelly:] Oh whoa. Oh whoa. [Verse 1: Rick Ro$$] Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account My account can't count up all my money in an hour 'Cause it's comin' too fast & I'm scared it won't last Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance God damn speed got my heart racin' See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation Caesar salad, Caesar's Palace You not a boss little nigga 'cause your cheese is average In the Benz AK ridin' shotgun It's a Benz 'cause your broke 'til you got one It ain't nothin' do 100 in the maybach Throwin' money out the roof muthafuckin' brake pads. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 2: Rick Ro$$] See people came lookin' for me shit I got ghosts See the west coast close & up in the lamontrose Big money boss major American Idol, I got fans like fantasia Read between the lines or yo' ass like fantasia Get hit between the eyes he died they can't save him I'm a posh I'm weevin' no joke no joke but I'm Speedin' Starin' at the skyline I got a million on my mind I'm the best & these pussy niggas runnin' out of time (Ricky Ro$$) I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece Yeah I bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Verse 3: R. Kelly] Sittin' in the livin' room watchin' the Grammy's Wishin' that was me that was on the Grammy's All I needed was someone to get behind me money rain on me I was a D turmin' ill nigga 30 shows a mill figure Homey help me out 'cause this boy was a drug dealer Nap time 'cause my gift grew wings & now I'm flyin' down like the cool crew wings Kells & Ro$$ on the hollywood scene Red carpet & it's smellin' like green Now floss 'cause I got paid off collabo' Was the hit Hip-Hop & R&B boss. [Chorus: R. Kelly] Fast life, I live, big cars, big cribs, Speedin' I'm Speedin' I can't stop it's all I know From a youngin' I was taught get doe I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] E-Class, I think somebody followin' me Meet me at the helipad wit ya bitch I'm worth 15 million baby I'm tryin' to blow it all in 1 week! Fuckin' wit ya, Triple C's, boss. [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] I'm a fly away on you haters I done came up so fast Movies, endorsements, films... [R. Kelly:] I'm Speedin' I'm Speedin'. [Rick Ro$$:] We own things... boss boss boss. |
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from Chrisette Michele - Let Freedom Reign (2010)
[Rick Ross:]
Love is a powerful word And you've been on my mind so much, lately How can I say this? I'm always late to dinner days Looking in her face Marathon love making but she win the race I live a certain life It's hard for me to feel I'm safe Toni Montana money greet the guards at the gate. Greeks and gods on the lawn, on the estate Versace couches, sandals, candles, and matching plates This picture's better than Bocciat's greatest endeavor I'm kissing shorty in the rain but I'm making her wetter. [Chrisette:] It beats every single time that I see your cell number showing up on my phone It beats every single time that you're near me, I'm not ready yet, just leave me alone I feel it deep in my veins, it's trying to say it's ok But I ain't ready to go Without my permission my heart is all on a mission It's got a mind of it's own [Bridge:] I say no and my heart just goes wit it No control, so I'm trying flow wit it I'm so gone and it shouldn't have told me Never should have told my heart [Chorus] I, I, I'm so, oh, oh, oh in love (Never should have told my) I, I, I'm so, oh, oh, oh in love (And my heart is saying) Boom Boom clap clap Boom Boom Boom (and my heart is saying) Boom Boom clap clap Boom Boom Boom (I never should have told my heart) I, I, I'm so, oh, oh, oh in love [Chrisette:] Pitta, pitta, padda, padda, Everything is scatta scatta Something is the matter with me. Boom like the radio Loud like a stereo This is how my heart beats It's like a broke record, but I can't eject it feels like it's on repeat. I got new a confession Love's my new obsession My heart's talking to me Said: boom boom boom [Bridge:] I say no and my heart just goes wit it No control, so I'm trying flow wit it I'm so gone and it shouldn't have told me Never should have told my heart [Chorus:] I, I, I'm so, oh, oh, oh in love (Never should have told my) I, I, I'm so, oh, oh, oh in love (And my heart is saying) Boom Boom clap clap Boom Boom Boom (and my heart is saying) Boom Boom clap clap Boom Boom Boom (I never should have told my heart) I, I, I'm so, oh, oh, oh in love [Rick Ross:] I'm chilling court side, Jordan six rings. You know we court side till we get our 6 rings. We both on common ground, it ain't a big thing, But when we come around they make it a big thing. Still on the block in that drop chicken box, They asking "what that is?" "is that a different watch?" When I'm stunt mode, I gotta let the city watch. Or it's the clear pore jet to a chillin spot. [Chorus] I, I, I'm so, oh, oh, oh in love (Never should have told my) I, I, I'm so, oh, oh, oh in love (And my heart is saying) Boom Boom clap clap Boom Boom Boom (and my heart is saying) Boom Boom clap clap Boom Boom Boom (I never should have told my heart) I, I, I'm so, oh, oh, oh in love [x2] |
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from Rick Ross - Deeper Than Rap (2009)
This is mafia music
And a Maybach that is Had to take it Deeper Than Rap baby Boss [Avery Storm:] The last bird flew the coup I lose the roof Ain't nothin but the wind in my hair I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast It ain't got to last Now I can't slow it down Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down [Rick Ross:] Burnin' butter got it smellin' like it's butterscotch Every bird boss take it to another notch Bitch I'm busy baby go and suck another cock Fuck a hater make me throw away another glock Money in the mansion, yayo in another spot Guns in the attic mama help me put 'em up She'll pull 'em down, tell you quick to hit 'em up Load a hundred rounds, bring it back she'll fill it up Like the time when them niggas payed us counterfeit He count chips but that trick may have got 'em flip We ain't playing man slang for them dollar bills Quarter million for the chain help the collar chill [Chorus: Avery Storm] Miami nights, I'm livin' the life Because I'm rich off cocaine Because I'm rich off cocaine The last bird flew the coup I lose the roof Ain't nothing but the wind in my hair I'm not bullet proof, I'm fully proof That you can make it here All that livin' fast It ain't got to last Now I can't slow it down Because I'm sitting on top of the world and I'm not comin' down [Rick Ross] How you seen a kilo started at a eight ball First 48 to homicide ain't soft Comin' from where hoes fuck ya for your paint job Catch a case and daddy let you know you can't call Coppin' 20 ki's gotta be finicky I got a tendency to send 'em up to Tennessee Black Infinity to condo right on Venice Beach I watch 'em snort a powder all while I'm chillin' sippin tea Lemons and honey, millions and money Gucci, Louis Vuitton, specifically homey My women imported, I'm never extorted I'm very important, 20 grand for the mortgage [Chorus] [Rick Ross] Baby mamas I hate 'em They just want you to pay 'em I'm in love with my babies Maybe mad that I'm famous Don't be raisin' your voice That's another retainer Know you missin' a nigga Know you missin' that anal Know you missin' that Prada How we did the regatta She miss callin' me daddy Daddy drippin' in dollars Daddy did it in Vegas Yeah I gotta connect I get em ten a piece as long as I keep it correct Vacation to Haiti It nearly broke my heart Seein' kids starve I thought about my Audemar Selling dope ain't right I put it on my life Chickens put me in position to donate the rice [Chorus] |
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from Rick Ross - Trilla (2008)
[Chorus:] [x2]
I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City er er er'y night I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City, no one can do it better. [Rick Ro$$:] Let the top back on the Chevy Then I crank up the boom Smellin' Issey Miyake Soon as I step in the room Hundred thousand in jewels That's a whole lotta moves So what's a soldier to do Standin' in his bloody boots Yeah I'm fresh outta boot camp Ain't gotta food stamp Counterfeit bills will get you killed Now where the goons at It's poppin' in Opalocka, floppin' them candy paints Chrome Daytons, 12 pack of 12's in the 7 trey Still hustle everyday, Dade County be the place Get murdered for a burger with a nickle-plated burner Still burnin' rubber, bustin' rubbers & these bitches under cover Tell the truth I ain't a lover But I fuck her like I love her Boss... [Chorus:] [x2] I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City er er er'y night I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City, no one can do it better. [Triple C:] I be Reppin' My City I be grippin' them cities I be flippin' them pennies Turn 'em to good & plenty I be strokin' that pussy I be smokin' that kushie I be flippin' them flounders They be huntin' my bounty I'm the face of the hood Every place in the hood Triple C's in there Come get a taste of my hood I'm the captain of the corner Khaki's & Coronas Now we gotta show 'em So let's patch 'em up & blow 'em Now, blow the dice, shake 'em Roll 'em, don't throw 'em Hand clap, where it's at Nigga show me somethin' Out in Sixy, Opalock, overtime, city buy You know how we get it Don Nigga, that's how I bet a thou Project Poe, I'm the project hoe That means, everytime I talk, the projects spoke & we in the same struggle So the projects know Gotta million dollar profit Singin' project notes Just know... [Chorus:] [x2] I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City er er er'y night I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City, no one can do it better. [Triple C:] This what I'm talkin' 'about right here Poe... Wherever I'm at I'm good nigga, hood nigga First sign of problems, eliminate Wish a nigga would act Like he can't have rappers slip out the boroughs. Rosero with the word, roses hit your mirror Cartel representers, center of the war zone Super cats on the coupe, cover of the whole zone Catch me in the Source, double XL rated Next to million dollar Nextel Workin' ain't trippin' other checks now Super sells, so the pussy's platinum Back to the basics You in danger at 16 with the beam One in the chamber aimed at that 0 7 Got the chopper close by Head buster from the Bronx Rep My City every night Hundred thousand worth of ice Tight work, boy that's life work Crystal clear starin' make your eyes hurt Time for the new breed, Triple C Custom cars & cycles Psycho path for my math Put my hand on the pipe torch. [Chorus: Brisco] [x2] I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City er er er'y night I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City, no one can do it better. [Brisco:] I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My block I be Reppin' My hood I be Reppin' the locks Welcome to dade county This the bottom of the beaker Where the beach is sexy blue & the cocaine cheaper High 9 5 nigga, Let Me Ride I'm in that dolphin-colored S5 Fire, look at me, I'm Bouncin' with that chick Got the grill out my left fold See how now I live Call me Mr. Stephon I gotta plush seat from Ingo P Just know I Rep My City through Miami's E Yeah, I'm Miami's Baby.... Brisco to Opalocka, goon come save me.... [Chorus:] [x2] I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City er er er'y night I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City I be Reppin' My City, no one can do it better. |
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from T-Pain - Rap Song [Clean Version] [single] (2010)
Nappy Boy ooooh wee Ooooh wee Everybody say yeaaaah Oh oh oh Hey eh eh eh eh We been messin' round for a long A while now And you already know what's on my mind It's goin' down now And I don't need no background music girl I turn it up loud now I got the gangsta feelin' And I'ma do somethin' to you To you to you We can take it over The Bay Where my Mistah FAB at Or just put on that N W A Comin' Straight Outta Compton on that pussy baby And we can do it all night long I'm bout to have yo' head gone And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong But we can make love to a rap song Me and you yo' mama and yo' cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli a milli a milli a muthafucka I'm ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty uh it's birthday We gon' party like it's ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song And you been on my mind all day I know you wit it And I'ma do you like Kanye yeah cuz I'ma let you finish You can get it Or we can do it east coast style and I'll keep on my fitted I said I got the gangsta feelin' I feel like breakin' you off You off you off We can take it way down south Rick Ross on the iPad cuz you the boss' girl Super thick thighs and ya booty like Bombs Over Baghdad Wait hold up She got a donk she got a donk she got a donk I'm bout to have yo' head gone And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong But we can make love to a rap song Me and you yo' mama and yo' cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli a milli a milli a muthafucka I'm ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty it's ya birthday We gon' party like it's ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song My jeans sag boy gotta mean swag Right now you rockin' wit the finest and I mean that Really you the finest and I mean that Pants fitted dammit where ya jeans at Makin' love to a rap song Port of Miami Trilla Deeper Than Rap Like Akon we could stack it all up Or do you like a Juvie make ya back it all up Hot that's all shawty ever was Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks Hot is all shawty ever been Blow a couple racks in Barney's on that Phillip Lim Ballin' it's ya birthday You know that champagne'll get ya boy to first base Haters do they thing but we do it bigger Number one niggas Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender Me and you yo' mama and yo' cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli a milli a milli a muthafucka I'm ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty it's ya birthday We gon' party like it's ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song Me and you yo' mama and yo' cousin Baby we can make love to a rap song A milli a milli a milli a muthafucka I'm ill Baby we can make love to a rap song Go shawty it's ya birthday We gon' party like it's ya birthday Where that new Jeezy CD Put on that Yo Gotti I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
Ross
(push it to the limit) Port of Miami Porting my candy Ain't got nothing to lose (nah) This is part of the family (push it to the limit) Never traffic for fun (fun) Only traffic for funds (funds) All I seen is the struggle (struggle) Its like I'm trapped in this slum (push it to the limit) Niggas were badly paid No water we barely bathed Better be better days on the way That's on my damn grave (push it to the limit) I'm pushing it hard (hard) I'm pushing it south (south) If he pushing the lie (lie) He pushin for Ross (Ross) I waited and waited (waited) I dun ran outta patience (patience) They hated and hated Left em slow dancing and singing (push it to the limit) Fresh in my white tee Mac eleven swear to god I bought my first glock Broke it down and tore the block apart (push it to the limit) [Chorus:] I push and I push (push) I ride and I ride (ride) Trying' to survive on 95 (push it to the limit) Put it all on the line (line) At the drop of a dime (dime) I be pushing them whips (whips) Yes, three at a time (push it to the limit) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I gotta (push it to the limit) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I gotta (push it to the limit) I handle dope like a Vandal off the banana boat Bananas and the rifles No ? I'm just the man to know (push it to the limit) I paid dues my moves done made moves I'm smooth my suede shoes They new like ? (push it to the limit) Nobody used to speak (speak) Now everybody wave (wave) You dunk your mama house (house) You set your sister straight (straight) (push it to the limit) I'm building a dream (dream) With elevators in it Tell who made the linen No gators got on my hater vision (push it to the limit) I see ya, I see ya suckers (suckers) I see ya clear (clear) I know you see me in that phantom Whiter then ? (push it to the limit) Allergic to broke (broke) Determined to blow (blow) On the boat we hit the working detergent and soap (push it to the limit) We shipping from Haiti Maybe I'm whipping them baby's Let it try let it try to whip a Mercedes (push it to the limit) I'm ranging my range (Ross) In the raging parade (parade) You gotta push it to the limit If you wanna be paid [Chorus] We started minute The money matured My money secured I got bunnies in Europe (push it to the limit) My bubbles be pure Cost like a hundred a pour The world is yours Hundred million and more (push it to the limit) Now I run the streets (Ross) They all mine (Ross) Twelve years over due Call it two time (push it to the limit) I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier You never know that dishwasher may be a beholder (push it to the limit) Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Oprah Or that boy Rick Ross will be ? (push it to the limit) I push and I push (push) We breaking the mold (mold) We push and we push (push) We breaking the hold [Chorus:] |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 5 - The Hit Men (2009)
Ross
(push it to the limit) Port of Miami Porting my candy Ain't got nothing to lose (nah) This is part of the family (push it to the limit) Never traffic for fun (fun) Only traffic for funds (funds) All I seen is the struggle (struggle) Its like I'm trapped in this slum (push it to the limit) Niggas were badly paid No water we barely bathed Better be better days on the way That's on my damn grave (push it to the limit) I'm pushing it hard (hard) I'm pushing it south (south) If he pushing the lie (lie) He pushin for Ross (Ross) I waited and waited (waited) I dun ran outta patience (patience) They hated and hated Left em slow dancing and singing (push it to the limit) Fresh in my white tee Mac eleven swear to god I bought my first glock Broke it down and tore the block apart (push it to the limit) [Chorus:] I push and I push (push) I ride and I ride (ride) Trying' to survive on 95 (push it to the limit) Put it all on the line (line) At the drop of a dime (dime) I be pushing them whips (whips) Yes, three at a time (push it to the limit) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I gotta (push it to the limit) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I'm pushing it (push) I gotta (push it to the limit) I handle dope like a Vandal off the banana boat Bananas and the rifles No ? I'm just the man to know (push it to the limit) I paid dues my moves done made moves I'm smooth my suede shoes They new like ? (push it to the limit) Nobody used to speak (speak) Now everybody wave (wave) You dunk your mama house (house) You set your sister straight (straight) (push it to the limit) I'm building a dream (dream) With elevators in it Tell who made the linen No gators got on my hater vision (push it to the limit) I see ya, I see ya suckers (suckers) I see ya clear (clear) I know you see me in that phantom Whiter then ? (push it to the limit) Allergic to broke (broke) Determined to blow (blow) On the boat we hit the working detergent and soap (push it to the limit) We shipping from Haiti Maybe I'm whipping them baby's Let it try let it try to whip a Mercedes (push it to the limit) I'm ranging my range (Ross) In the raging parade (parade) You gotta push it to the limit If you wanna be paid [Chorus] We started minute The money matured My money secured I got bunnies in Europe (push it to the limit) My bubbles be pure Cost like a hundred a pour The world is yours Hundred million and more (push it to the limit) Now I run the streets (Ross) They all mine (Ross) Twelve years over due Call it two time (push it to the limit) I told you never roll on the soul of a soldier You never know that dishwasher may be a beholder (push it to the limit) Who ever thought that fat girl would grow into Oprah Or that boy Rick Ross will be ? (push it to the limit) I push and I push (push) We breaking the mold (mold) We push and we push (push) We breaking the hold [Chorus:] |
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| from Rick Ross - God Forgives, I Don`t (2012) | |||||
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| from Rick Ross - God Forgives, I Don`t (Deluxe Edition) (2012) | |||||
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
Psalm 27, Lord is my light and my salvation
Whom I shall fear? 'cause I have sinned The Lord is the strength of my life Whom shall I be afraid? And before I wrap up this 'Port Of Miami' There's a lot of my brothers and sisters They stumble and fell That wasn't here to watch this come to pass Since I can't do shit else, I'ma say a prayer This was 12 years in the makin', no side deals wit Satan I'm dealin' wit the Maker, straight up A lot of homies ask, what's a prayer? A prayer is what kept me focused 12 years A prayer is what saved me, I should have been indited Now my kids know Jay-Z A prayer is what kept me here when them bullets cut the air I fell and I just said a prayer A prayer is like medicine It will heal wounds, ask Bush Veterans Big holes in a nigga's side Snub nose, 45, homeboy, just close your eyes Put your hands together, bow your head 1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds 3, gotta bless the kids, 4, one for the fam' 5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am So I repent my sins, forgive me 1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet 3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam' 5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am I swear to God, I've done some things in the past If I could, please Lord, I'll help you bring 'em back I feel pain, man 'cause I can't speak on it That's why I get so many songs, I can't sleep homie Tattoos for forgiveness I might not get it but forgive me I'm here and I'm fightin' like a motherfucker Triple see excited like a motherfucker Say a prayer, put the weed in the air Thank God once again for makin' me a millionaire I thank God for makin' me a millionaire Put your hands together, bow your head 1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds 3, gotta bless the kids, 4, one for the fam' 5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am So I repent my sins, forgive me 1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet 3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam' 5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am I used to get stacks off the hoe zone Now I'm back to back covers for the ozone [Incomprehensible] the magazine, Billboard goin' strong Rollin' in a Phantom wit mother mother Rolling Stones You stuck wit me through thick and thin Sittin' back, got your mama sittin' in a Benz Make you damn near wanna cry Low '95, stack money like homicide Bloodshed after midnight It's just me and this weed tryin' to get right It's bloodshed after midnight It's just Ross and his kush tryin' to get right Put your hands together, bow your head 1, keep me alive, 2, keep me out the Feds 3, gotta bless the kids, 4, one for the fam' 5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am So I repent my sins, forgive me 1, the grapes on the plate, 2, the tags on their feet 3, the nights Mama cried, 4, I'm thuggin' wit the fam' 5, for the dividends, dear Lord, here I am Ross |
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from Rick Ross - Port Of Miami (2006)
It's what I'm talkin' 'bout right here, Ross
This make it worthwhile and we *** Triple see's All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood What started as a nickel rock Took 22 months, now I'm tryna get a block *** football, I'm goin' down another path Couldn't past the test, to tell the truth I couldn't *** with Math Did get a scholarship but I blew that Got high, got a ticket and I flew back To the hell zone, most straps stand 20 shell toes Get life on yo' cell phone Quarter *** box of soda, Ross whip that Career criminal, fo' sho' Ross with that Had to pull my pants up, boy, get them brands up Daddy died from cancer, I never had the chance to Tell him all my plans to let him *** a danca Smokin' *** in Amsterdam with his grandson Damn, why he passed on me? My last homie I went and bought a bird ***, I want some cash, homie All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood I never wrote a n*** coat tail Made her took a dope self, *** it, *** oh, wells Smokin' on that classified, rollin' in that 'Lac of mine You know my mind stay numb to the world half the time Thinkin' 'bout Land Rover, damn that was f*** up Found him in the trunk with another dude f*** up The world f*** up, that's why I'm f*** up Don't get f*** up, f*** with me, ya f*** up B***, I'ma ride, b***, I'ma die When I holla 305, b***, that's on my life We got a 40 in the car, a choppa in the crib The grenades down the streets, you gotta get it how you live I know n*** turn 1 into 2 And they do what they do and boy, them thangs move Fish scale get the big mail In the room full of work in case they came when they inhale All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood It's time for me to cash in laughin' Like Martin in the Aston Martin When I park it, I can see ya b*** heart beat So roll out the red carpet Roll up the purple s***, black Navigator flew Gotta shut ya f*** mouth, don't irritate the smooth Thinkin' of a greater way to build a greater flow I hope she got some great ***, that's how I grade a *** White Beamer in the hood shinin' like a star Flip this half a ***, go to the club and I'ma buy the bar Do it twice a week, f*** b*** on the other nights Promise E Class, we'll never miss another fight Hundred in the bag, 5 birds, I'ma grab Turn 'em into 8, keep me a clean half Bakin' soda in the work works wonderful You see your dreams come true, this I promise you All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood All I need is bakin' soda, some pots and pans Little ice, I do what I can Chick at home sayin' I'm no good *** that, I'm gettin' out the hood |
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| from Rick Ross - God Forgives, I Don`t (2012) | |||||
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| from Rick Ross - God Forgives, I Don`t (Deluxe Edition) (2012) | |||||
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| from Rick Ross - Fireflies in the Rain (1999) | |||||
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| from Rick Ross - Fireflies in the Rain (1999) | |||||
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| from Rick Ross - Teflon Don [Explicit Version] (2010) | |||||
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from Kanye West - My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy [Deluxe Edition] (2010)
I shoot the lights out Hide til its bright out Whoa just another lonely night Are you willing to sacrifice your life Bitch I'm a monster no good blood sucker fat muthafcker now look who's in trouble as you run through my jungle all you hear is rumbles Kanye West sample here's one for example Gossip gossip nggas just stop it everybody know I'm a muthafcking monster I'm a need to see your fcking hands at the concert I'm a need to see your fcking hands at the concert profit profit ngga I got it everybody know I'm a muthafcking monster I'm a need to see your fcking hands at the concert I'm a need to see your fcking hands at the The best living or dead hands down huh less talk more head right now huh and my eyes more red than the devil is and I'm bout to take it to another level bitch there who you go again aint nobody as cold as this do the rap and the track triple double no assist but my only focus is staying on some bogus sht argue with my older bitch acting like I owe her sht I heard the people sayin raps are gettin trap mayne bought the chain that always give me back pain fckin up my money so yeh I had to act sane Chi ngga but these hoes love my accent she came up to me and said this the number 2 if you wanna make it number one your number 2 now this that goose an' malibu I call it Malibooya God damn Yeezy How I hit em with the new style know that muthafcker well what you gon do now whatever I wanna do gosh its cool now nah gonna do uhh its a new now think yo muthafcker really reall need to cool down cause you will never get on top off this so mommy best advice is to get on top of this have you ever had sex with a pharoah I put the pssy in a sarcophagus now she claiming I bruise her esophagus head of the class and she just want a swallowship I'm living the future so the presence is my past my presence is a present kiss my ass Gossip gossip nggas just stop it everybody know I'm a muthafcking monster I'm a need to see your fcking hands at the concert I'm a need to see your fcking hands at the concert profit profit ngga I got it everybody know I'm a muthafcking monster I'm a need to see your fcking hands at the concert I'm a need to see your fcking hands at the Sasquatch Godzilla King Kong Lochness Goblin Ghoul a zombie with no conscience question what do all these things have in common everybody knows I'm a muthafcking monster conquer stomp ya stop your silly nonsense nonsense none of you nggas know where the swamp is none of you nggas have seen the carnage that I've seen I still here fiends scream in my dream murder murder in black convertibles I kill a block I murder avenues rape and pillage a village women and children everybody wanna know what my achilles heel is LOVE I dont get enough of it all I get is these vampires and blood suckers all I see is these nggas I've made millionnaires milling about spilling there feelings in the air all I see is these fake fcks with no fangs tryna draw blood with my ice cold veins I smell a massacre seems to be the only way to back you bastards up Gossip gossip nggas just stop it everybody know I'm a muthafcking monster I'm a need to see your fcking hands at the concert I'm a need to see your fcking hands at the concert profit profit ngga I got it everybody know I'm a muthafcking monster I'm a need to see your fcking hands at the concert I'm a need to see your fcking hands at the Pull up in the monster automobile gangster with a bad btch that came from Sri Lanka yeah I'm in that Tonka colour of Willy Wonka you could be the King but watch the Queen conquer first things first I'll eat your brains then I'mma start rocking gold teeth and fangs cause that's what a muthafcking monster do hairdresser from Milan thats the monster do monster Giuseppe heel that's the monster shoe Young Money is the roster and the monster crew and I'm all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face and if I'm fake I aint notice cause my money aint let me get this straight wait I'm the rookie but my features and my shows ten times your pay 50k for a verse no album out yeah my money's so tall that my barbie's gotta climb it hotter than a middle eastern climate find it Tony Matterhorn dutty wine it while it nicki on them titties when I sign it how these nggas so onetrack minded but really really I don't give a F U C K forget barbie fck nicki she's fake she's on a diet but my pockets eating cheese cake and I'll say bride of Chucky is Child's play just killed another career it's a mild day besides 'Ye they can't stand besides me I think me you and Am should menage friday pink wig thick ass give em whip lash I think big get cash make em blink fast now look at what you just saw this is what you live for aaaahhh I'm a muthafcking monster I I crossed the line line and I'll I'll let God decide cide I I wouldn't last these shows so I I am headed home I I crossed the line line and I'll I'll let God decide cide I I wouldn't last these shows so I I am headed home I I crossed the line line and I'll I'll let God decide cide I I wouldn't last these shows so I I am headed home |
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from Flo Rida - Mail On Sunday (2008)
I got my money right, I aint nothin nice,
its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) Everythin safe, got a walk-in safe Treadmill rappers still runnin in place All these meals I can share my plate Flo Rida full yeah I already ate Plenty to give or take Im bout business Make no mistake baby serious this real estate froms a million inches away my postition im cuttin cake im the chef in the kitchen late from my recipe bill its on the essence of haulin weight Dont worry bout a dolla don dolla with the prada aint no problem if you swalla you a scarlet you get holla grand pieces I got em I get em ballin like sucka consider the show stoppa Im holdin it down propa I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) My life is straight Im livin good I aint hurtin for nothin Im not the riches in the word but im workin with somethin The escalade all pearl, you control it with buttons They keep the tabs on they curb when i come through stuntin Thats Brisc best to believe it seatin on skates Im the don take it or leave it, throw it in ya face Big B's makin it rain no need to hate Got beef, loadin them thangs, grip the whole case I got my money right and Im livin up some rubba bands Hit the club heavy with, bet i spend a couple grand (couple grand) On pictures, shove the keys on the hand When Im on the scene know that Brisc be a wanted man I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) Itch in my jeans im gettin braid everyday bitches thicka than venus i told Serena she can train got my money like a train is always on track got my money more than fame so that explain the all black all black, made back and in the back of em im getting on people wanna bill a case on me fuck it just bring it on they only made me (stronger) i muscle my money (longer) still husslin out of the (longer) just tryin to take out my (longer) gotta a bottom nigga holla on my holla on my southern my revolver like a blocka doing pacha bell hour im a shove it non stopa all the shit ima cocka so i can dick it cant stopa doing tricks for big poppa I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down I got my money right, I aint nothin nice, its goin down tonight, thats what the bitches like all day long, I aint hurry for nothin baby (all day long) I aint hurry for nothin now hold it down (all day long) |
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