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from Birdman - Y.U. MAD [single] (2011)
클럽(club)&힙합..
DJ.hsh The Way It Was Wolfgang G.. It Girl Jason Deru.. Daylight (Club mix) (Feat. Melissa Loretta) Yuri Kane 곡 61 | 담기 47 | 추천 8 |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 1] (Yeah.. Born Rich.. yup) Gucci bag poppin tags New crib brand new jag Birdman born to shine Bad bitch all the time Stay fly, ride fly I'm stuntin', stay high Straight G, just like that Blow 100, bounce right back Red hot, hard top Cash money hard knock Bentley frame, drop top 50 G's, the bottles pop Iced out, so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up, life of a G Counting stacks and five star suits [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 2] (Yeah...Yeah) 250 on the dash Yeah i'm livin fast Yeah I'm gettin cash I need a bitch thats bad Shawty play your role We slammin phantom doors She be like drive slow We burnin purple smoke I said I'd never fold I promise not to stop Just like my rolls Royce The way that girl drop I need a hot girl The way the girl hot Dollar signs tatted on her on her private flight [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Jay Sean] I wanna be all over your body like it was Miami with tattoos Baby I have to, I ain't playin And I needa some good girl in front of me baby You drivin me crazy, yeah [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye Search ? |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 1] (Yeah.. Born Rich.. yup) Gucci bag poppin tags New crib brand new jag Birdman born to shine Bad bitch all the time Stay fly, ride fly I'm stuntin', stay high Straight G, just like that Blow 100, bounce right back Red hot, hard top Cash money hard knock Bentley frame, drop top 50 G's, the bottles pop Iced out, so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up, life of a G Counting stacks and five star suits [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 2] (Yeah...Yeah) 250 on the dash Yeah i'm livin fast Yeah I'm gettin cash I need a bitch thats bad Shawty play your role We slammin phantom doors She be like drive slow We burnin purple smoke I said I'd never fold I promise not to stop Just like my rolls Royce The way that girl drop I need a hot girl The way the girl hot Dollar signs tatted on her on her private flight [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Jay Sean] I wanna be all over your body like it was Miami with tattoos Baby I have to, I ain't playin And I needa some good girl in front of me baby You drivin me crazy, yeah [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye Search ? |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 1] (Yeah.. Born Rich.. yup) Gucci bag poppin tags New crib brand new jag Birdman born to shine Bad bitch all the time Stay fly, ride fly I'm stuntin', stay high Straight G, just like that Blow 100, bounce right back Red hot, hard top Cash money hard knock Bentley frame, drop top 50 G's, the bottles pop Iced out, so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up, life of a G Counting stacks and five star suits [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 2] (Yeah...Yeah) 250 on the dash Yeah i'm livin fast Yeah I'm gettin cash I need a bitch thats bad Shawty play your role We slammin phantom doors She be like drive slow We burnin purple smoke I said I'd never fold I promise not to stop Just like my rolls Royce The way that girl drop I need a hot girl The way the girl hot Dollar signs tatted on her on her private flight [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Jay Sean] I wanna be all over your body like it was Miami with tattoos Baby I have to, I ain't playin And I needa some good girl in front of me baby You drivin me crazy, yeah [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye Search ? |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
[Jay Sean]
[CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 1] (Yeah.. Born Rich.. yup) Gucci bag poppin tags New crib brand new jag Birdman born to shine Bad bitch all the time Stay fly, ride fly I'm stuntin', stay high Straight G, just like that Blow 100, bounce right back Red hot, hard top Cash money hard knock Bentley frame, drop top 50 G's, the bottles pop Iced out, so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up, life of a G Counting stacks and five star suits [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Birdman - Verse 2] (Yeah...Yeah) 250 on the dash Yeah i'm livin fast Yeah I'm gettin cash I need a bitch thats bad Shawty play your role We slammin phantom doors She be like drive slow We burnin purple smoke I said I'd never fold I promise not to stop Just like my rolls Royce The way that girl drop I need a hot girl The way the girl hot Dollar signs tatted on her on her private flight [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye [Jay Sean] I wanna be all over your body like it was Miami with tattoos Baby I have to, I ain't playin And I needa some good girl in front of me baby You drivin me crazy, yeah [Jay Sean] [CHORUS] Yeah, she got it written on her Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it, her daddy wouldn't either And the way she grindin on me, you can tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye She got it written on her, aye aye aye aye Search ? |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
Yeah she got with alone
Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it her daddy wouldn't either The way she grindin on me you tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her Gucci bag poppin tags New crib brand new jag Birdman party shine Bad bitch all the time Stay fly ride fly I'm stuntin' stay high Straight G just like that Throw 100 bounce right back Red hot hard top Cash money hard knock Bently frame drop top 50 G's the bottles pop Iced out so we chill Tunin' up every automobile Tatted up life of a G count that 5 Starred Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it her daddy wouldn't either The way she grindin on me you tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her 250 on the dash yeah i'm livin fast yeah I'm gettin cash I need a bitch thats bad Shawty play your role We slammin phantom doors She be like drive slow We burnin purple smoke I said I'd never fold I promise not to stop Just like my rolls royce The way that girl drop I need a hot girl The way the girl hot Dollar signs tatted on her on her private flight Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it her daddy wouldn't either The way she grindin on me you tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her I wanna be all over your body like it my in tattoos baby I have to I ain't playin You drivin me crazy Her swag on lean The way she dancin on me Can tell that she a queen Her mama wouldn't like it her daddy wouldn't either The way she grindin on me you tell shawty's a keeper She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her She got it written on her |
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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 Drake 2집 - Take Care (2011)
12월 3일자 빌보..
sgm8520 We Found Love (Feat. Calvin Harris) Rihanna Sexy And I Know It LMFAO Someone Like You Adele 곡 73 | 담기 15 | 추천 9 |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(feat. All Star Cashville Prince & Yo Gotti)
This here for the money homeboy Money money money train nigga It's like we evolve till we fall, and we done fall till we evolve And then we back and bounce back bitch YEA It's real simple nigga It's just seein to be what's in you nigga If you a hustla, you gonna get dough And that's how it goes. Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous I gotta get this money, I gotta I just gotta Not a little a lotta from rap, a rough rida (Harlem) I'm prolly out in the east getting it in on the loc since I'm a stunna I get em from ten (yeaaa) I just bought some new guns and got rid of some friends (f**k em) I'm about my business I git it from Slim I grind hard (grind haaard) ya cashville I'm gon swagga Pimpin on the car I'm gon mask up or bang up Hustla, gangsta, old school Chevrolet Custom painted (skerr) they love me in the hood, So I'm like f**k bein famous You don't wana live my life, Trust me I'm dangerous, I must keep a banga (Yeeaaa)What can I say but when it's on, it's on If we don' call it off until everybody's gone Allstar homey, keep a hell of a price Cash money still a army and I earn my stripes Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous I'm a gangsta millionaire since You could put me on the scale and weigh everythin I'm 36 old fishscale still stand Then eat the nigga And I'm gonna ride fo my people nigga I'm in the hood where the dudes be Whoever assumed that me a b runnin around with c and b I gotta a army and I'm the general nigga Money plentiful nigga, then why your old lady into the nigga I'm a button down bricks and voices off in my head Like murder bout the spirits and watchin out fo the feds Fo real I got Mexican friends, I ain't gon' lie about it And I took a few losses I ain't gon' cry about it But I'll front you a brick if you down and tapped out A nigga shot your homie in the head, you just getting high about it Yo gotti straight up I'm a snitch killa Don't even speak to me Garth, you ain't a real nigga Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Now I'm riding through my town got the key to my city All the tin mo things brand new in the minute Every nigga in this mothaf**ka no me dog Livin legend, ridin fly, nigga ball n fall Methomine project where I started the struggle Gladis run around sams in the circle we hustle K.C gave me the game, I took it n tuck it Nigga brought it to another level cookin n cutting From the half 17's, nigga 50 n hundreds, I done made the lamborghinis, rolls royces on buttons And I done did my time, I wouldn't git it, wouldn't git it And got it on my mind cause it's money over bitches All the time I'm bout mine, nigga workin from digits Green bag full of cash nigga how we feel it Stunna island poppin bottles nigga f**kin them bitches Got the money and fame and them and them come on with it, mo hundred Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous Them niggas talking bout it but they know we gangstas Tommy guns, army guns quick to bang ya Pull up at the club brand new fresh painted Them hoes wanna ride hood rich n famous |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(feat. Lil' Wayne)
100...stunna!..wot it is nigga?...i fucking love it!..we ride and die fo this money nigga!..(haha) its your turn.. lil wayne chrous (2x) i gat(belive that) and im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah) birdman dear lord, help me, give out this water cant go under cause i got my son and my dawta, i cant beat that, we cant do that, we had to get it how we life nigga fuck that, ophan in da jungle playin wid the drums, niggas dont play homie niggas if you won, on the rip nigga fuckin with the other shit tryin to get money flip a nigga a whole brick, watch pots fall on (top) watch the homie hittin the bentley lyk rollin with the old dawgs, nigga solute and we get religous, money to the celin nigga doin big bussiness, so i pray so we do it right, fucking with the family bitch, nigga we could do it tonight...so fuck who made ya, fuck who rage ya lil hommie i paid ya..killa lil wayne (chorus) x2 birdman verse 2 sittin at the funeral, lookin at my sister, thanking about the times and i already miss her, junion on my side, pistol in my pocket..co mo right there at my nephews driver, fucked up daddy , i see the fire in my eye, im down yh hustling, but my heart is in the sky, shiped and changed mah, doin my thang mah, i got my lil hommie number one in the game nah, hope these pussies dont play with my son, ima put it out..nigga quickest it come, ima put it out nigga empham the drum, daddy whole family cryin' bitch were rich and we won!......(we kil) (stunna baby) lil wayne chrous 2x and im so tired of this grind, but they say i aint grindin, if i aint tired, so im grindin with my eyes wide, lookin to find the way through day a life for da night, dear lord took so many of my people, and im just wondering why you never take my life, so what the hell am i doing right (2x) (yeah) |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
[Lil Wayne]
Here I go again Staring into the mirror To no reflection Like am I here Paranoid, who's there I know in my years I done seen my share Everything I bare Everything I care about Has all been washed up, way to the shore But we got more More in store [Birdman] This for you bird lady Yeah young 100 Back on the bitches Rollin in the Bentley Them suicide doors Cost me 650 Lamborghini yella Could do it no better Burnin in the sky Float like a feather Them stars worth the price And music brought the lights 5 star G Give my son 5 mics Fully loaded with the piece Hundred mill is the feast So we ate the same meal Till the hundreds had a crease So you know we bought some (fleach)? Rolls Royce and Hum V's Keep a bad bitch And put the diamonds on my teeth Presidential suite Rumors bout me Rumors bout my son, bitch Dying in the streets It can't be [Lil Wayne] And we hear everybody talkin We know they talkin about shit, about shit Cause I swear it was just the other day I told my nigga we goin get about this, about this And we goin keep our guns Cause we live a block from Danger, trouble, and every drug you can name Yeah it's true Struggle and pain Hustle and gain Thrust through the chain Now motherfucker, do you buy that Motherfucker, do you buy that [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless [Birdman] Ferrari You can find me on the southside Uptown with the Louie on the rightside We so high To the sky where the sun shine There's no price on the tag That we can't buy Flyer than a pearl Cuter than some jewels Hot with the shades Flame on you Country niggas paid New Bentley coup 20 on some blaze Marc Jacob shoes Frank Muller watch The square block bezzle Junior is the best Fly in any weather I mill cash bitch Out the louie brief Euros and currency But this is C.M.B. [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless [Lil Wayne] When you're staying In this room With all these doors And no where to go Ah ah ohhh All these doors But I chose The window [Birdman] The big block (phofer)? 50 before we mash out It's candy on the slab, nigga Before we burn out It's billionaire frames Cherry wood grain Two on the Benz Glass top switching lanes Hundred thousand acres 10 on the hill Over city view Get it how you live Down in the jungle Learn to keep it humble I be about your business Cook it like it's gumbo Mink on the spread Mill on the bed Marble on the floor Ice chandeliers A paranoid life Rich with no wife Higher than a kite Smash it butterfly [Lil Wayne] And we fly And I fly high Higher than your eyes can see But I'm coming down And I'm coming down So you bitches better get down with me Now motherfucker, do you buy that, yeahhh Now motherfucker, do you buy that [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless Ooooh Yeahhhh Ayyyy Yeah Yeah Hayyy But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless Now hurry up and buy |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
[Lil Wayne]
Here I go again Staring into the mirror To no reflection Like am I here Paranoid, who's there I know in my years I done seen my share Everything I bare Everything I care about Has all been washed up, way to the shore But we got more More in store [Birdman] This for you bird lady Yeah young 100 Back on the bitches Rollin in the Bentley Them suicide doors Cost me 650 Lamborghini yella Could do it no better Burnin in the sky Float like a feather Them stars worth the price And music brought the lights 5 star G Give my son 5 mics Fully loaded with the piece Hundred mill is the feast So we ate the same meal Till the hundreds had a crease So you know we bought some (fleach)? Rolls Royce and Hum V's Keep a bad bitch And put the diamonds on my teeth Presidential suite Rumors bout me Rumors bout my son, bitch Dying in the streets It can't be [Lil Wayne] And we hear everybody talkin We know they talkin about shit, about shit Cause I swear it was just the other day I told my nigga we goin get about this, about this And we goin keep our guns Cause we live a block from Danger, trouble, and every drug you can name Yeah it's true Struggle and pain Hustle and gain Thrust through the chain Now motherfucker, do you buy that Motherfucker, do you buy that [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless [Birdman] Ferrari You can find me on the southside Uptown with the Louie on the rightside We so high To the sky where the sun shine There's no price on the tag That we can't buy Flyer than a pearl Cuter than some jewels Hot with the shades Flame on you Country niggas paid New Bentley coup 20 on some blaze Marc Jacob shoes Frank Muller watch The square block bezzle Junior is the best Fly in any weather I mill cash bitch Out the louie brief Euros and currency But this is C.M.B. [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless [Lil Wayne] When you're staying In this room With all these doors And no where to go Ah ah ohhh All these doors But I chose The window [Birdman] The big block (phofer)? 50 before we mash out It's candy on the slab, nigga Before we burn out It's billionaire frames Cherry wood grain Two on the Benz Glass top switching lanes Hundred thousand acres 10 on the hill Over city view Get it how you live Down in the jungle Learn to keep it humble I be about your business Cook it like it's gumbo Mink on the spread Mill on the bed Marble on the floor Ice chandeliers A paranoid life Rich with no wife Higher than a kite Smash it butterfly [Lil Wayne] And we fly And I fly high Higher than your eyes can see But I'm coming down And I'm coming down So you bitches better get down with me Now motherfucker, do you buy that, yeahhh Now motherfucker, do you buy that [Chorus] But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest And I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless Ooooh Yeahhhh Ayyyy Yeah Yeah Hayyy But I'm priceless I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm the nicest I'm lifeless I'm wifeless I'm priceless Now hurry up and buy |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(Intro: Birdman (Lil Wayne))
{Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Lil Wayne) Okay start wit straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models, shut up bitch swallow If you cant swallow, shut up bitch gargle Straight up out the water wit my Mark Jacob's goggles Im fresher than a muf**ka, yup Im a muf**ka No I wouldn't take ya girl but I shall take her tongue from her Could you tell I love woman, like no other woman Oh Im sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Birdman) Now as I recline behind my desk I aint got a lot of nikes but I got a lot of cheques (money) Got my own shoe brand new on the set Went from sittin in a cell to sittin on a jet From shittin in a cell to shittin on a jet I lost too many friends but I won too many bets (too many bets) I made too much money I aint made enough yet So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best (shawty) So many niggaz throw my hood on they back So many niggaz from ya hood on they back Thats why we so paid and it be like that I rather pop a bottle, befo I pop a gat (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Birdman) Yea, only sippin red champagne White-tee red hat red bandana Uptown, choppers struck upon ya F**kin wit the Birdman we choppin yo companion F**kin wit my son and we run up in ya mansion Chopper make music, bitch start dancin Stunna man back so you know the circumstances And Im cookin up the Carter 3 no advances (youngin) All my cars automative automatic No lie, we dont even drive no askin Uptown we packin and we stackin (believe that) Young Money Cash Money we the champion (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) Ya Did. |
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from Birdman - Pop Bottles [single] (2008)
(Intro: Birdman (Lil Wayne))
{Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Lil Wayne) Okay start wit straight shots and then pop bottles Pour it on the models, shut up bitch swallow If you cant swallow, shut up bitch gargle Straight up out the water wit my Mark Jacob's goggles Im fresher than a muf**ka, yup Im a muf**ka No I wouldn't take ya girl but I shall take her tongue from her Could you tell I love woman, like no other woman Oh Im sorry sweetheart, I thought you were my other woman (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Birdman) Now as I recline behind my desk I aint got a lot of nikes but I got a lot of cheques (money) Got my own shoe brand new on the set Went from sittin in a cell to sittin on a jet From shittin in a cell to shittin on a jet I lost too many friends but I won too many bets (too many bets) I made too much money I aint made enough yet So I scratch, and yes Junior is the best (shawty) So many niggaz throw my hood on they back So many niggaz from ya hood on they back Thats why we so paid and it be like that I rather pop a bottle, befo I pop a gat (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) (Verse: Birdman) Yea, only sippin red champagne White-tee red hat red bandana Uptown, choppers struck upon ya F**kin wit the Birdman we choppin yo companion F**kin wit my son and we run up in ya mansion Chopper make music, bitch start dancin Stunna man back so you know the circumstances And Im cookin up the Carter 3 no advances (youngin) All my cars automative automatic No lie, we dont even drive no askin Uptown we packin and we stackin (believe that) Young Money Cash Money we the champion (Hook: Birdman (Lil Wayne)) {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) brrr {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} (uh-huh) believe that {Start with straight shots and then pop bottles} (ya) {Flirt wit the hood rats then pop models} Okay we poppin champagne like we won a championship game (Look like I got on a championship ring) Cuz I ball hard (no bitch we ball harder) I am the Birdman (and Im the J.R.) Ya Did. |
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from Birdman - Money To Blow [digital single] (2009)
I am on a 24 hour champagne diet
Spillin while i'm sippin it Encourage you to try it I'm probably just saying that cause i dont have to buy it The club owner supply it Boy i'm on that fly shit I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be Guess what i made it I'm the muthaf man I just want you to see come take a look Get a load of this ngga Quit frontin on me Don't come around try come gas me up I like runnin on E I I I Im on my Disney shit goofy flow On records i'm captain hook and my new car is roofio Damn Where my roof just go Im somebody that you should know Get to shakin somethin cus thats what Drumma produced it for Yes i make mistakes that i don't ever make excuses for Like leavin girls that love me and constantiy seducing hoes I'm losing my thoughts i say damn Where my roof just go Top slipped off like janet at the super bowl I got they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh money the blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh money the blow Richer than the richest We certified gettin it CM YM Cash Money business Higher than the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store And later get served We smoked out with no roof on it Them people passin So we smash on Ballin out we keep the cash on deck Lamborghini and the Bentleys on the V set Louie lens iced with the black diamonds Car of the year Ferrari the new Spider No lie I'm highter than i ever been Born rich born uptown born to win Fully loaded automatic 6 Benz Candy paint foreign lights with my b tch in Born hustlin too big ngga strive me up Cant stop me more money burn em up they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh When I get paid every 24 hours money and the power Come to VIP and get a Champagne Shower I don't have to worry because everything ours and I got a big bouquet of Mary Janes Flowers That kush I promise Thats My Dude But we don't smoke that Reggie Bush And I'm with two women make you take a second look We poppin like Champagne Bottles But We Never Shook and We Goin Be Alright If We Put Drake On Every Hook they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow |
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from Birdman - Pricele$$ (2009)
I am on a 24 hour champagne diet
Spillin while i'm sippin it Encourage you to try it I'm probably just saying that cause i dont have to buy it The club owner supply it Boy i'm on that fly shit I am what everybody in my past don't want me to be Guess what i made it I'm the muthaf man I just want you to see come take a look Get a load of this ngga Quit frontin on me Don't come around try come gas me up I like runnin on E I I I Im on my Disney shit goofy flow On records i'm captain hook and my new car is roofio Damn Where my roof just go Im somebody that you should know Get to shakin somethin cus thats what Drumma produced it for Yes i make mistakes that i don't ever make excuses for Like leavin girls that love me and constantiy seducing hoes I'm losing my thoughts i say damn Where my roof just go Top slipped off like janet at the super bowl I got they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh money the blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh money the blow Richer than the richest We certified gettin it CM YM Cash Money business Higher than the ceiling fly like a bird hit the gucci store And later get served We smoked out with no roof on it Them people passin So we smash on Ballin out we keep the cash on deck Lamborghini and the Bentleys on the V set Louie lens iced with the black diamonds Car of the year Ferrari the new Spider No lie I'm highter than i ever been Born rich born uptown born to win Fully loaded automatic 6 Benz Candy paint foreign lights with my b tch in Born hustlin too big ngga strive me up Cant stop me more money burn em up they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh When I get paid every 24 hours money and the power Come to VIP and get a Champagne Shower I don't have to worry because everything ours and I got a big bouquet of Mary Janes Flowers That kush I promise Thats My Dude But we don't smoke that Reggie Bush And I'm with two women make you take a second look We poppin like Champagne Bottles But We Never Shook and We Goin Be Alright If We Put Drake On Every Hook they can't help it and I can't blame'em Since I got famous but btch I got money to blow Im gettin it in letting these bills fall All over your skin I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I Got money to blow |
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from Birdman - 5 * Stunna (2007)
(Chorus: Lil Wayne)
Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! Me come them say Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! (Verse 1: Fat Joe) Coca Bitch! Here is something you can't understand. How I can just kill a man. Shame what the mack can do, K's spit faster. I'll make an ass of you, save the theatrics. Watch like a quarter mil, chain like double that. I ain't gotta to talk about the half up in the duffel bag. Stunna my brother, Weezy Wee the syndicate. Hundred Phantoms, hundred Maybachs, I guess we're niggerich. I'll yellow bottle your face in, trust me. Look at all the shit I be talking and no one touched me. "Pray and pray for my downfall" BIG said it; so I made it rain till it poured. Speak from the heart, this emotional rap. Catch feelings when you hear me, I'm supposed to do that. Crack! A G what the streets done made me. And the only language I speak is "Fuck You Pay Me!" Bitch! (Chorus: Lil Wayne) And when me come them say Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! (Verse 2: Lil Wayne) Say Pardon! Bad man no take Pardon! Peer gunshot army them make backup! A man no fear no man, man no fear no one! Man a real Islam, man a get down done! A me no hear them talk, me eat in me car! Respect a soldier, him in a middle of war! Me I'm a Babylon gangster, holly grove monster You no look familiar, roofers them kill ya! Gunshots I will cut then open toolbox and drill ya! Jump off body and let the mailman meal ya! Me think I'm gon need the almighty one to heal ya! And me behind the jungle with the lion and we killa! (Chorus: Lil Wayne) And when me come them say Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! (Ad-Lib: Birdman) Yup! Put it in the air nigga. Light your lighters in the air. This for my dead homies. Yeah! (Verse 3: Baby aka Birdman) "Gangsta Gangsta" that's what we yelling! Shoot him in his head, let his bitch go and tell them! We in the hood, getting money, we swelling Bigger than life, you know it's the cheaper price Bigger your stripes, you know what we doing tonight We getting it right, we plan, then hit, then flight We know the rules nigga, live by none Get it by none, bitch I'll kill for my son (Verse 4: Lil Wayne) Yeah! Gangsters don't live that long. That's why we gotta party everyday like Frank came home. And it's hard for me to say that my heart ain't yearning. To walk up in a church and believe the sermon. But instead, I spark up and relieve the burning. Hoping that he understands my reasons for it. No, I ain't evil; I'm equal. And nigga I ain't sweet; motherfucker I'm diesel! (Chorus: Lil Wayne) And when me come them say Hey! See me point that gun at y'all me no play! Me come for murder them all the cowboy way! Me lick a shot sprayed from me set me make way! Me make way! Uh Oh No! Him fro so dark and him hat so low! Me never ever ask to become solo! Now me head so hot and me dreads so cold! Me so poor! |
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from Jay Sean - Like This Like That [single] (2011)
Hey lover, you're fine
I've been looking for you all this time You're so designed Like me girl you're just my type This club don't close Tell me baby where you think we're gonna go My home for sho And I know you heard this before But I like this I'm about to put you on Started on the bed ended up on the floor I know they talk a lot but I'm a back it up and more I show you what I mean baby all night long Girl you know You ain't never heard this like that That like this I'm a show you how that goes So baby let me break it down Make it clear Just so you know girl All over your body We'll do it some more So baby when I do this like that That like this you already know Your lips your thighs I ain't even looking in your eyes I want you I can't lie I ain't even trying to waste no time girl This club don't close I'll tell you now exactly where we gonna go My home for sho And I know you heard this before But I like this I'm about to put you on Started on the bed ended up on the floor I know they talk a lot but I'm a back it up and more I show you what I mean baby all night long Girl you know You ain't never heard this like that That like this I'm a show you how that goes So baby let me break it down Make it clear Just so you know girl All over your body We'll do it some more So baby when I do this like that That like this you already know (uhh) All over your body (yeah) We'll do it some more (YM) So baby when I do like this that That like this You already know Blowing hundred, spending hundred Like it ain't nothing Get money, blow more like it ain't nothing Jet speed, jet motors like it ain't nothing Cash money, Young money Blowing burning hundreds She like the money with the power Flyer than ever the rose petal with the flower Walking on this money when we jump about the shower Hotter than ever, luxury life with these models Pearl white when we jazzy Bald eagles jump fly on the Harley Fly shifter the new whips class Big money, shit overseas cash You ain't never heard this like that That like this I'm a show you how that goes So baby let me break it down Make it clear Just so you know girl All over your body We'll do it some more So baby when I do this like that That like this you already know All over your body We'll do it some more So baby when I do like this that That like this You already know You ain't never heard this like that That like this I'm a show you how that goes So baby let me break it down Make it clear Just so you know girl All over your body We'll do it some more So baby when I do this like that That like this you already know This like that that like this This like that that like this You already know |
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