XV – 30,000 Feet Up In The Sky Lyrics

30,000 Feet Up In The Sky Lyrics by XV

[Hook]

We going high, high, high, high

30,000 Feet Up In The Sky (Vizzy)

We going high, high, high, high

30,000 Feet Up In The Sky

We going high, high, high, high

30,000 Feet Up In The Sky

[Verse 1: XV]

I do it all for the life that we cherishing

And dimes like a ferryman

And paper like librarians

And a whole bunch of Squarians

Who keep me on shuffle

Knowing I’m gon’ win

This is game 6, 4th quarter, Dallas in a huddle

16 years old, you woulda found me in some trouble

Cause I hustle while they cuddle

And threw knuckles when they juggled

And I stacked chips but never singles

These are pringles those are ruffles

And if Kansas burned down now, you would find me in the rubble

Cause I rep it like every second

And I get it like every minute

I’m more serious every period

And I’m in it with every sentence

Before it’s all over I promise they’ll carry the best

My brother is Dillion, I’m bound to be stressed

No dollars is on them streets boy

All you gon get is reality checks

I’m overseas like Bono and hittin’ tree like Bono

Blunts fat as Yokozuna

But my eyes like Yoko Ono’s

And all I have are hopes man

That one day they’ll all get on me

You found out that I’m dope man

Go ‘head and snitch on me

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Wherever you think I went, I didn’t go

And if I did I took a pic of it and sent it home

Deserving my spot, I put that sword in the rock like Pendragon Arthur, Arthur

Vizzy bitch I’m in my zone

They do what the Romans do, when in Rome

And I do what a cobra do, spit venom

Told my city I did a song like lights up in a rented home

We fight just for the time thats here

And live life until my minutes gone

My-my how fifteen minutes fly by

They tellin’ me I rep it

And I just reply “I try”

They know just where my head is

Where my head is where I’m headed is the sky

The game was hungry and these monkeys just fedded a bunch of lies

And they give food while they give food

And I came through like I’m they hero

My label is asking for hits I’m thinking I’m steadily bringing them kilo’s

And shawty is asking for one on one

I’m asking them for a trio

I get over her like scorpio

My hearts on sub zero

Heroes

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The Game – I’m On Lyrics

I’m On Lyrics by The Games

[Chorus - Mars:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

Got them hoes coming let’s go

Shawty say i’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

[Verse 1 - Game:]

You niggas know who I is, what kind of car I drive

Killer California, the door’s commiting suicide

Bitches ain’t fucking with you unless you in the newest ride

You know me, 5 star nigga do or die

I’m from the home of the scandalous

East, West, North, South, niggas getting lost in Los Angeles

We got the baddest bitches on the north campus

Nigga hopping off the Transit, straight off inside a Phantom

Stop at the liquor store, get a swisher hit the door

Then hit the hood, ay blood what they hitting for

Whole hood tatted up, bandana white side jeans coming out

Busters leave when it’s nighttime

15s in the trunk hit me ‘fore they see me come

Wear 24s no need to ask where I’m from

Westside home of the purp, even 12 year olds put in work

West coast got ‘em bang

[Chorus:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

Got them hoes coming let’s go

Shawty say i’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

[Verse 2 - Game:]

31 still banged out shots let ‘em rang out

Walk through any crip or blood hood with his chain out

Grandmomma stay on the shore in the same house

Be on the porch Dre beats on with my thang out

That ain’t a threat but little do you forget

I was 20 years old rolling up on nigga’s sets

Coming straight up out the Jets, Impala sitting wet

Try me in ‘em high lows coming up out the Tech

Now I’m getting money big Snoop on the techs

Andre Young on the bottom of my chest

Fresh from the fade to the bottom of my cheques

Matter of fact Chucks, red Cadillac trucks

Panamera red folks, peanut butter guts on my Pauly Shore shit?

Hit the block and post up

Then gather the crew hit childs to toast up

Hoes breaking their neck tryna see me close up

What what!

[Chorus:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, I’m on

Got them hoes coming let’s go

Shawty say i’m a pimp well I guess so

One thing I know is

I’m getting dough, i’m on

[Verse 3 - Game:]

10 million albums sold I ain’t gotta brag

Disrespect my girl or my kids and get a bodybag

AK47 with the sawdy rag, niggas better duck cause it ain’t a paparazzi flash

2011 Gang banging, y’all copycats

How you throwing a stocking cap and ain’t never cocked it back

Nigga copy that, capiche nigga

Extended clip got 1 bullet for each nigga

Ask nice and I might let you eat nigga

Let you smoke, I keep Kush in the swisher

Keep the blunts rolled up, Phantom 24′ed up

Hop out knockout whole chest froze up

I be in the back of the club looking like so what

20 bottles 40 grand pro’ly why she shows up

Now she in the ? center with her nose up

Pockets 1 0 0 0 0 hold up

[Chorus:]

From the east to the west coast

You show me love wherever I go

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Mac Miller ft Talib Kweli – Family First Lyrics

Family First Lyrics - Mac Miller ft Talib Kweli

[Verse 1 - Mac Miller]

Dealing with everybody’s opinion

Trying to do me

Only down one, I’m in the final

Shooting threes

Like I don’t give a f-ck

Music we f-ck, switch the position up

We love the things that keep on

Bringing out the kids in us

Been working all my life to do some different stuff

For people to say I’m young and haven’t lived enough

To say I haven’t lived enough

I’m on the road, my girl so sad I’m gone

It’s hard when I can’t even find the time to call my mom

When she thinks I’m going Hollywood

I guess she probably should

It seems like people see the bad and don’t acknowledge good

I feel the shade but I can see the sun, it’s cool

I got the time to feel the need to run, a fool

Is what I’ve become, young and I’m dumb

Been spending cake to get some bump in the trunk

Drums with a pump like some Reeboks

See me from the treetops

They worry but they need not

Heating like a teapot

Now I think I’m cool cause I got a pair of shoes

A mug dog, a jacket with a Polo logo

My cup always filled with Henny

So no Four Loco

They should know, so..

I could go slow, you see that I’m smooth now

Used to ignore me

They study what I do now

With some help from Kweli

And it’s Like on the they

Its cool to say my cypher complete

[Verse 2 - Talib Kweli]

Word. I’m so sick with the verbs I use

The words to heal us

They love how I kill it on stage, man

Murder theaters

No wonder they call it a ? asleep in the coffin

Dead tired

Exhausted from how often I be touring

So gangsta, Like the occupation of Made Men

Creating chaos, my operation is Mayhem

The movie never stopped the frank changeover

We add a map to the wolfpack: hangover

That Hen is not a friend

I’m on that Lager ?

Whatever substance, I abuse it like a grown man

I’m not a kid no more

Don’t want to hold your hand and fall off

And make you shoulder-lean like you drove, fam

Go ham, like Abraham reading all the signs

Oh yeah, and don’t forget to call your moms

Same thing I told Bow Wow last year

Take care of the fam

Cause it’s all we really have here..

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Wale – I’m On One Lyrics

I’m On One Lyrics by Wale

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for Purple Label this Summer

Folarin

Ambition

[Verse 1]

Two white cups and I got that drank

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Redbox flow and I do not date

Real G shit I don’t use no cape

I got my cake; I love hip hop

J Cole, Don Trip, Drake, Big Sean

Nigga wanna act we can get improv

Bread on me that’s a garlic knot

Tats out and my hair long

Loud shit, Weird noise

Like B.o.B., Got airplanes

Not one J got a pair or more

Folarin bitch releast nigga in this ho

Shoutout to them niggas who still f-ck with me at Interscope

My ambition to blow

This is why I’m in this fo’

Women at my pole

This is oh so much like getting votes

I make her kitten moist

This is why her nigga mad

I just give her bigger O’s

He just get her bigger bags

I’m an asshole, so what my bitches like it?

I’m why she get excited

You why she buy the vices

The tightest writer to write, dopest flower to quote it

I’m zonin; I’m in Seattle with Little Cheyenne and Tony

What up? My sister and them, All my niggas listening

I be one and done’ing hoes like Crawford at Michigan

Realest nigga told you that, Cloey love me more than rap

Bitch I got that Kobe game, bitch you got that Kobe rap

DMV we on the map, it’s over for these corny niggas

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

There’s no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

I’m on one, we on weed but she on E

She so fly, she so fine, but she so shy but I’m a don see?

No car key and I mean that

Cause I show fur, no bikini wax

My Moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

Swear this closet full of heat, bitch I never need a match

Undefeated, GS in a t-shirt and my Leaders hat

Change of scenery, I’m Al Pacino Willy Beaman yeah

Turned into a shark and I got that from all this DC crap

Fuck yo bitch to The Weeknd, I ain’t speaking bout that CD player

But shout to that OVO, Shout out to the whole T.O

Shout YMCMB, MMG we run the globe

This the district where politicians is fucking goons

And I done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

A neutral mover, truly cool with a bunch of crews

Better keep a shooter, there’s always one with something to prove

Nice for that war, trying to see my daughter walk

Keep wifey in La Perla and don’t you ask her what that tori cost

Always keep a dodie on on me, I ain’t for that Maury talk

A 40 of that OE, Casey Veggie my homie

Out in LA Im fakin’ hitting switches

This ain’t mine, it’s Ricky, but shhh don’t tell my bitches

I swear I love my music, I truthfully hate this business

I swear it’s like this liquor is improving a lot of women

Intuitively and gifted, Too empty, this is Lipton

Hallucinating from Rufilin, Who is saying is iller?

Nigga, I got that Dilla, Premo, Swizzy flow

Women front, they get its cold

She never play no games with me so I never get her Coach

I’m supposed to boast, this lyrical overdose

Niggas George Foreman grillin’, shit I spit that rope-a-dope

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

White boys gon set the mood, yeah, that’s word to Hall & Oates

And it’s still f-ck everybody

I run the Summer, don’t plan on sharing potties

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

That yellow bitch, a lot of face, she that emoticon

Got a bunch of haters, but I got more to count

Mohammed got a little mac, don’t get your shoulder popped

I don’t really know a lot, but I hope these people know my heart

My Nomo could be found in stores with a jersey only Nomo got

Konichiwa, shadow chain and decent watch

If I’m getting geechy I can rock three chains on either block

DC maybe PG MMG shit please do understand it

The only team more powerful? Sasha and Malia family

Malia family, We the family

I give these bitches my seed, swear they don’t need a nanny

Won’t see me in the Phantom til a nigga see a Grammy

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Drake – Trust Issues Lyrics

Trust Issues Lyrics by Drake

[Drake - Chorus]

All I care about is money and the city that I’m from

I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done

And I don’t really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I’m young

And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya

I’m on one

Yeah, f-ck it, I’m on one

Yeah, I said I’m on one

F-ck it, I’m on one

A strong one

Two white cups and I got that drink

It could be purple, it could be pink

Depending on how you mix that shit

Money that we got, never get that shit

Cause I’m on one

F-ck it I’m on one

Oh yeah

Oh yeah

You know what I’m like, oh yes, oh yeah

Oh yes, Oh yeah

Oh yes, Oh yeah

You know what I’m sippin, I teach you how to mix it

But you’re the only one, cause I don’t trust these bitches

I don’t, I don’t trust these bitches

They might catch me slippin’

So you’re the only one, cause I don’t trust these bitches

They might, they might catch me slippin’ and put in something different

So your the only one

Cause I don’t trust these bitches

I don’t, I don’t trust these bitches

They might catch me slippin’

So you’re the only one

Oh Ooooh, trust issues

Oh Ooooh, trust issues

Oh Ooooh, trust issues

Oh Oooo ooooo ooh

Oh yeh, oh yeh

Lets call up I’m drinkin, lets all get wasted

I’m drinkin’, lets all get faded

Drizzy Drake, check me out

Coming live from the the muthaf-cking north side

Kick game, run game, run it real good

But never ever have my bitches sittin’ courtside

Same nigga that you knew way back when

You actin’ like it’s somebody you don’t know

Tell me how the f-ck we supposed to stay friends

When you got a bunch of feelings that you don’t show

I can tell, I can tell, I can tell certain people don’t like me no more

New shit don’t excite me no more

Guess they don’t really make ‘em like me no more

Uh, you can look me in my eyes and see I aint myself

Cause if ya what I created than I hate myself

But still, let them girls in,

And tell em all leave their cell phones on the table where we see ‘em

I’m all day with it man, AM to the PM

Niggas hatin’, I just wish they would say it when I see em all

Thats that shit that drives me crazy

And it’s all that I’ve been gettin’ lately

And it’s probably why I’m scared to put the time in

Women wanna f-ck t like they’re me and I’m them

Looking for some things that I think I can find in you, in you

Oh Ooooh, trust issues

Oh Ooooh, trust issues

Oh Ooooh, trust issues

Oh Oooo ooooo oh

Oh yeh, oh yeh

Lets call up I’m drinkin, lets all get wasted

I’m drinkin’, lets all get faded

Oh yeh, oh yeh

call up I’m drinkin, lets call up

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Soulja Boy ft. Big Sean – Love Money Lyrics

Love Money Lyrics by Soulja Boy ft. Big Sean

[Soulja Boy: Intro]

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

Souljer, (aight) souljer, souljer (ok)

We in this thang (aight)…(Soulja Boy Tellem)

You already know what time it is mane

(Skurt, Skurt… Skurt)

We Back in here.

Uh,

[Chorus]

Yes I do love money,

Keep my whole cliq stuntin’,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Keep them ones don’t want em.

Yes I do love money,

Keep my whole cliq stuntin’,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Keep them ones don’t want em.

Yes I do love money,

Yes I do love money,

Yes I do love money,

Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Yes I do love money,

Yes I do love money,

Yes I do love money,

Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Keep them ones don’t want em.

Nothing but them hunnids,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Keep them ones don’t want em.

[Soulja Boy]

L-O-V-E M-O-N-E-Y,

Cop the true religion tee,

And threw 300 in the sky,

Polo shoes on my feet,

And my pants are saggin’,

Looking so pretty,

You would’ve thought I was a faggot,

Watch the hood get it,

Cook it like chicken,

And I got the combo,

And it came wit biscuits,

And I got the combo,

And it came wit biscuits,

And I got the combo,

And it came wit biscuits,

[Chorus]

Yes I do love money,

Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Keep them ones don’t want em.

Yes I do love money,

Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Keep them ones don’t want em.

Yes I do love money,

Yes I do love money,

Yes I do love money,

Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Yes I do love money,

Yes I do love money,

Yes I do love money,

Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Keep them ones don’t want em.

Nothing but them hunnids,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Nothing but them hunnids,

Keep them ones don’t want em.

[Big Sean]

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, why everything green is good for me?

I met these bitch ass niggas couldn’t be,

Six mile that’s just the hood in me,

P my ghetto poetry,

Im getting high and rappin’ that’s flowetry (flow-e-tree)

Is that a green carpet? Now the whole floor a tree.

I swear to GOD aint no hoe in me,

But im in a hose,

Im prolly in ya’ hoe, (in ya’ hoe)

Aw shit there go a staple,

At least you know my bitch centerfold,

I belong in the Guinness,

From worldstar I rented,

Don’t fuck with these niggas,

Im fuckin they misses,

Im stacking my money,

My money get interest,

My interest get business,

My business get bitches.

[Big Sean: Outro]

B-I-G,

I do it,

Boi, boi,

Boys and hoes stuntin,

Yes I do love money,

Yes I do love money,

Keep my whole cliq stuntin,

You aint getting moneyyyyyyy,

Haaaaaaaaaaa,

I do it,

Finally famous getting,

Finally famous getting,

Money and bitches,

Money and bitches,

Im getting money and bitches,

SOD!!!…Good,

That Detroit player shit,

Man I just did a show,

That’s why my muthafuckin voice gone,

B-I-G,

Sean Don, That’s my nickname BITCH!,

I don’t love bitches,

I just love money, (Yeah)

I don’t love bitches,

Man I swear I love money,

SOD!!!,

Soulja, Soulja, Soulja,

B-I-G BITCH!,

Prolly got yo bitch in the trans nigga, (hahaha)

Again,

Yeah,

Shout out my nigga sed ink,

I do it, (yeah)

Cool aight cool.

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Willie The Kid ft Cory Gunz – Friends and Money Lyrics

Friends and Money Lyrics by Willie The Kid ft Cory Gunz

*Intro*

This is the way we both wanted it, wasn’t it?

[Willie The Kid]

A buckaneer with the buck knife

I rock the bucket like Para Smith, amongst life

Disparaging, when they hate to see you splurging

Amongst friends, evil lurking

Determined, to push something German, The Benz if im certain

Or something even bigger feel the jitters through the curtain

And bitches get jitty when the cars look itty bitty

The high rise let em overlook the city

Sippin popular, I thought this what we work for

But still, some niggas got delusional when shit got real

I mean its one thing to want it

A whole nother thing to find pleasure in the fact your man ain’t got enough to flaunt it

i want it for my brother like I want it for my own

Every man for himself, show him D but cant condone

All the fake shit, undermine the hatred

I guess I’m just too real, uprooted the basics

When both of ya’ll broke it’s cool

And if ya men get some money best believe its even cooler

But let you get some, these niggas lose they medula

I thought this what we both wanted, but now I see how niggas on it

Friends & Money

(Chorus x2)

Fake friends real money it can never mix

Its all good till you both start stacking chips

Fake friends real money better let it miss ya

You see the real when the money come into the picture

(Cory Gunz)

Young Money,

Gunz ruling this bitch with gunz ruling this shit

Like tongues moving with lips

I told them im on my sh-sh-sh-sh

Shit hit the fan, blow the show and flip a fan

Tol em ballin ballin ballin ballin point hit the can

South BX Im out PS,

Tell em what we bout GS

3 out 3 left feet out the chest

Its obvious you count me less he out he next

These dingy niggas call it rap and shout a mess

and talk shit on the internet

Think they all could get outernet

Yes its Gunna, brothers keep a toola Young Mula

bitch still im in that reaper suit im gonna need a manula

Who are you fooling cooling doofus

Or do it toothless Im stupid as uncle rufus

his stool is stupid now mucus with music

If you compute with, just shoot a mutant

Excuse me just mute a shootant, back in the day it was abc

now im downin 1 2 3

Militia men fisher men blist ya fishes my commision ya bitch get mishing then

Hells kitchen to that miss ya and mish ya in michigan

position for rich and im finna twist my ignition in

Its dramatic dibiase he aint got no sense with him

Dark man, only willie the kid is the kin to him

Young Money Cash Money, imprinted in synnonims

Got niggas sick of them like Yo how the fuck they give him the him

Catch me on any corner store in america blendin in

I aint from it goin fuck it my plan is the benjamin, nigga

(Chorus x2)

Fake friends real money it can never mix

Its all good till you both start stacking chips

Fake friends real money better let it miss ya

You see the real when the money come into the picture

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Big Sean ft John Legend – Memories Part 2 Lyrics

Memories Part 2 Lyrics by Big Sean ft John Legend

[Verse 1 - Big Sean]

Sometimes I dream bigger than I live

Sometimes I think better when I’m lit

So goin and light it

Roll it up, ignite it

One time for all my niggas that dreamed it than real life’d it!

I swear I’ve been through everything in life but a coffin

They say thr sky’s the limit, how bitch? I’m moonwalking!

And my middle name Michael ho

Success is my idol and being broke is my rival

But it’s cool because I got the title ho

See I just want my fantasies in real life

You got everything tell me what it feel like

Muthafuck the radio if I can’t hear mine

They give the wrong niggas more airtime than airlines

Is you feeling me?

If not you feel my energy

See I know I’mma make it, but even if I don’t

Don’t feel bad cuz honestly all the times that I had

Those will be the best memories

[Hook]

Be the best memories

I hope that you remember me

These will be the best memories

Cause in the end all you really have is memories

[John Legend]

Let’s reminisce over the good times and the bad

Reflect on everything we missed

Cause you know we’ll never get it back

[Big Sean - Verse 2]

Are you willing to give up what you love, for who you love

Or lose your girlfirend to groupie love

Everywhere I go I get a group of hugs

Thats what happens when they need connections and you the plug

How many trends you gotta set before you considered great

How many missed calls before you considered fake

How many dreams before its considered fate

I’m eating in a World where I’m considered bait

A workaholic addicted to bills

People addicted to me cuz they addicted to real

My best friend got addicted to pills

I can’t look at him in his eyes, you don’t know how that sh-t feels mentally!

I aint trying to rock no shirts that say “in memory”

I’m praying that he make, wished we could go back

Cuz honestly all the times that we had

those be the best memories…

[John Legend]

Let’s reminisce over the good times and the bad

Reflect on everything we missed

Cause you know we’ll never get it back

[Verse 3 - Big Sean]

Sometimes reality checks are too big to be cashed

Was mailed one when I heard Nique had died in that crash

Seemed like yesterday I just seen him smile and laugh

I’m stressing over little shit

When I should be happy I can

They say my music beating, cause I follow my heart

I always have faith, like who swallows the darts

And with my Mama looking at cribs that we can’t purchase

Houses bigger than a palace

But she a queen, so she deserve it

So I’m focused, they try to throw me off track

But they just hurdles

I’m marathoning to the money and you just running off in a circle

Man, I’m huddled up with my team, in other words my inner circle

Fast forward a few years later

Now we the fucking winner’s circle

Remember the first time I was rhyming for Kan’

Almost as nervous as the first time I rhymed for my mom

Sold out the theater downtown, she said it was perfect

But I already dreamed it

So it felt like I rehearsed it

Much as my grandma took care of me since I was birthed

Sad I used to steal $20 bill right out her purses

No I ain’t perfect, tryna make a gift out of a curse

Life out of a hearse

And if I die, of course I have the memories..

[John Legend]

Let’s reminisce over the good times and the bad

Reflect on everything we missed

Cause you know we’ll never get it back

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Cyhi Da Prynce ft. Tity Boi – So Emotional Lyrics

So Emotional Lyrics by Cyhi Da Prynce ft. Tity Boi

[Cyhi Da Prynce]

Okay, Huh

Uh

Boy you just a regret

quit cryin bout that bitch, n go get yourself some Kleenex

now he wanna fight, cause his broad all in my penic??

i heard she a meat eater, man we call that bitch a t-rex

you must be on that heat, cause you soft as riding secret

def can hate, i got your hoe photo on coast of key west

we just, Sippin on this v-est durin recess

Flew her out the country, so you cant call her on no b s

i think im bigger then i am, i should wear a 3 x

Im a player, i should be on espn in a g-est ?

i could of hit him in his jaw, but i didnt not a ?

So i wrote this letter, and i end it in your b s

You niggas so Emotionalll

You niggas so emotional

(cant keep your feelings in control, remind me of my hoe

all you do is mummy, everytime i hit the door

You niggas so emotional

You niggas so emotional

Cant keep your feelings in control remind me of my hoe

all you do is mummy, everytime i hit the door

[Tity Boi]

TWO CHAINS

Me n Cyhi, its the new atlanta

all my dogs on that monkey shit, zoo atlanta

that means you some fanta, then put codeine in it

Shake it for 30 seconds, pour it, then i leaann with it

Treat your girl like weed, n let my team hit it

See through you from the bottom, like chlorine nigga

Yeah, if i say it then i done did it

have your girl trickin out for that 1 Fifty

the car 150, the charm 150

two blunts of irene, i do a song quickly

Yeah,she txtin two chains with a smiley face

I told her i dont get no signal when im outer space

You niggas so emotional

You niggas so emotional

Cant keep your feelings in control, remind me of my hoe

all you do is mummy every time i hit the door

You niggas so emotional

You niggas so emotional

Cant keep your feelings in control, remind me of my hoe

all you do is mummy every time i hit the door

[Cyhi]

Im on a pack of loud, smells like i had a bow

movement in my jeans, your green smells like black n mouse

im married to the game, we even had a chow

but i dont sweat these hoes, thats why i pack a towel

so why you niggas tense, why dont you crack a smile

Ey i dont owe you shit, no homie thats a vowel

Im defensive about my ends, call me marcus trial?

nigga what you mad, cause my canoes in her canal

my jewellery saint blue, ,my pistols sayin pow

my jesus piece is flooded, its golden like the crowd??

you aint standing in the river, so i argue and denial

that your pops just love my verses, n your hoes all love my style

i do this for the lames and the haters in the crowd

So before i take a bow, i wanna say

You niggas so emotional

You niggas so emotional

Cant keep your feelings in control, remind me of my hoe

all you do is mummy every time i hit the door

You niggas so emotional

You niggas so emotional

Cant keep your feelings in control, remind me of my hoe

all you do is mummy every time i hit the door

Props: JaeeFromTDOT

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Teyana Taylor – Her Room (Marvin’s Room Remix) Lyrics

Her Room (Marvin’s Room Remix) Lyrics by Teyana Taylor

[Verse 1:]

Chillin’ in my bedroom

Wife-beater and my panties on

I just got a phone call

That you was out with your new girl

The nigga that I did love

Really kinda threw me off

Feel like I’m drowning in sorrow

Where is my lifeguard?

[Hook]

Fuck that new girl, that you love so bad

I know you still think about the times we had

I said fuck that new girl, that you think you found

But you calling me even when she’s around

I’m just saying, with me you had better

I know your boys have told you that lately

After me, you couldn’t find better

Notice that your new girl ain’t me (ain’t me, yeah)

[Verse 2:]

Kisses from a rebound

She’s just a girl you keep around

I see all of your phone calls

But I don’t have the time to pick up no more

All the shit that we been through

And I admit it boy I miss you too

And I been sippin’ on this champagne

A little tipsy so I call you back to say

[Hook]

Fuck that new girl that you love so bad

I know you still think about the times we had

I said fuck that new girl that you think you found

But you calling me even when she’s around

I’m just saying, with me you had better

I know your boys have told you that lately

After me, you couldn’t find better

Notice that your new girl ain’t me (she ain’t T, yeah)

[Verse 3:]

You gon be trippin’ when I’m at a party

You see these niggas lookin’ at my body

You wanna grab me when you see me leaving

Won’t take you back and I’ll give you the reasons;

I told you I’d leave, knowing I wanted to stay

You didn’t try, you let me walk away

Starting to think all niggas are the same

The look on your face tells me that you’re ashamed

Wanted to love you but now I’m afraid

You say you need me and how much you’ve changed

I don’t believe you, it could be just game

Trust isn’t something you give out, it’s gained

[Bridge]

Didn’t wanna give up

Say you want me back now, got my feelings mixed up

I just wanna move on, I need someone that I can lean on

And it won’t be a nigga like you

[Hook]

I’m just saying with me you had better

I can’t even remember…number

You tell me that I may have better

And you know…new girl ain’t me

She ain’t me

[Speaking]

I’m faded…

[Outro]

Care for me, care for me

I know you care for me

There for me, there for me

Said you’d be there for me

Cry for me, cry for me

You said you’d die for me

Give to me, Give to me

Why won’t you live for me

Care for me, care for me

I know you care for me

There for me, there for me

Said you’d be there for me

Cry for me, cry for me

You said you’d die for me

Give to me, Give to me

Why won’t you live for me?

Where-where were you when I needed you?

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Cee-Lo Green – Bridges Lyrics

Bridges Lyrics by Cee-Lo Green

[Verse 1 - Cee Lo]

I will build a bridge

Over the troubled water for you

The one that was here

Was weak and weary

Time had torn it down

Started little by little

We can meet right in the middle

We laugh about it later

But it’s time for it now

Soon as all the work is done

Get old hands in harmony

Sit and talk and share the sun

I know that you can feel it

But it’s gonna take a feeling

[Hook]

It’s gonna get a little easier

Ohhhh, it’s gonna get a little easier

ohhhh, it’s gonna get a little easier

A little easier for you to understand

[Verse 2 - Cee Lo]

I want to build the bridges

So that when the elders hear it

It reminds us of that spirit

That makes us all the same

Don’t give up on your children

Because of human nature

We’ve got virtue, we’ve got vices

What you’ve done is not in vain

It don’t matter how long it’s been

Turn back the music on

I want to dance with my father again

I know that you can feel it

But it’s gonna take a feeling

[Hook]

[Verse 3 - Cee Lo]

I want to build a bridge

Between every sister and brother

Father and mother, friend and lover

Black, white and other, love one another

I dare you to just do it

It’s the only way to prove it

If I promise to take the first step

Will you take the other?

Don’t you want to be certain of?

Don’t you want to know you’re free?

You can come together over me

I know that you can feel it

But it’s gonna take a feeling

[Hook]

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Bad Meets Evil feat. Claret Jai – Take From Me Lyrics

Take From Me Lyrics by Bad Meets Evil feat. Claret Jai

[Intro: Claret Jai]

Is everything not enough?

What more can I give up?

Is there anyone that I can trust?

I give you my all and you still take from me

[Verse 1: Royce]

Always been the type of dude that’ll feed my clique, I know that without the fans

I ain’t shit but y’all better read my lips, I don’t spit raps this ill

For you to just hack and steal and leak my shit, so peep my drift

I hope y’all don’t think you’re helping me out with that shit that shit stressin’ me out

Nickel 9 is blowin’ up, Christmas time, you should hang my album

On top of your fireplace cause around that time, my stockin’s goin’ up

Feels like a victory, bittersweet, cause the bigger I get? The bigger the wedge

Between the relationship of me and my bigger bro, hear what I said?

Feels like the shit just switched on me, everything I do for the nigga, and the nigga know

I would do anything for him, but the nigga refuse to quit just straight shittin’ on me

Keepin’ your distance? Probably best if you don’t wanna fuck with me

But you know me probably best, fuck pity You want that? You know it’s Laila Ali’s chest

Tough titty, the problems, you got a problem, you think I’m already set

So I’mma look down on you? Just be proud of me, you already got my respect

I ain’t tryin’ say something I regret so I’mma just stop, chasing the pain

Let you deal with the fact we don’t get along cause I got a big face in the game

Sometimes I feel like fuck my life, I fuck with a few niggas that I know that

If my chick was a Shady hoe? Niggas wouldn’t think twice ‘fore they fuck my wife

Guess that’s the difference in friends and associates, I done been broke

I done been through the motions, I don’t pay no attention to birds, I use my scope and I tend to the vultures

No one ever blows up your phone just to talk, I don’t make money just to loan it to y’all

Tell a nigga that then you wildin’ it’s like dialin’ ‘em and then talking to a hole in the wall

Please look at these expenses, these niggas expensive, if I gotta lend you money every time

I see you just to be your friend bitch, I don’t really need your friendship

[Hook: Claret Jai]]

Is everything not enough?

What more can I give up?

Is there anyone that I can trust?

I give you my all and you still take from me

I give and I give and you take and you take

And you just walk away without nothing to say

You just take from me..ay ay

You just take from me..ay ay

[Verse 2: Eminem]

I live in a bubble, I struggle with the fame

Trouble is the pain grows double, give a fuck what you say

When my music you take so subtle, just to give it away

To people who don’t even appreciate flows, mothafucka I’m livid today

Cause I break my back to give you my art

You steal my thoughts, it’s like driving a spike through my heart

You might not think it’s that big of a deal to steal from me but music is all I got

Aside from my daughters, not to sound like a martyr

But it’s getting harder than I thought to not just go crazy

Trapped in this house, I’m about to just snap

Am I not deserving of what I got, did I not work for it?

Put it all in every record I record, well then please tell me why on this Earth

Lord does it keep happening, I keep rapping

But I wonder sometimes is it worth all the bullshit

Cause it feels like a down there ain’t no gettin up from

But I won’t let it get me down, I won’t succumb I’m anything but done so fuck ‘em

They’ll appreciate me when I’m gone, they say it was ill, right?

The way I kill mics? But the way I feel right now?

It just feels like I’m so done with this shit, I may as well wipe

I have nothing else to give you, nothing left to contribute

Farewell I bid you, but before I go, my last gift to you

Ladies and gentleman, Slaughterhouse I give you!

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Bad Meets Evil – A Kiss Lyrics

A Kiss Lyrics by Bad Meets Evil

[Intro]

I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed (x4)

[Verse 1: Royce]

Nickle Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper to shot a fan

Gucci’s my absolute state of mind, like Waka’s man

Chopper sprayin’, getting head in a car called, new Gallardo

This bitch sucking my dick today, call her yesterday’s news tomorrow

Stretch a nigga out, I’m the new Tae-bo ’bout to cross over, I’m the new Ivo

’bout to saves a couple of these bitches, that’s right, I’m the new Bible

You? You five-O, me? I’m all grounded than punishments

But I’m too fly though, y’all niggas be whinin’, I should call you Moscato

[Eminem]

Look down at the floorboard

It looks like someone left a pair of stiletto shoes in my Tahoe

Never know just what type of a hoe inside of my ride I may let

Last night went to 5 a.m., and she ain’t even recover from last Friday yet

Hoes all over the ride like it’s an ice cream truck, I can see why they fret

I already ran over two hoes and I ain’t get out the fucking driveway yet

Soon as I open the door, you try to resist, what for? Get in girl, don’t front

Shorty your, fightin’ an unwinnable war, it’s useless as tits on a boar, little tits on a whore

Got em actin’ like spoiled brats kickin’ and screamin’ like little kids throwing fits on the floor

Get in the whip but you ain’t turning this frog into a prince, why you trying to keep convincing me for?

[Hook]

I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed (you won’t get one)

I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed (not from me)

I wanna get kissed, kissed, kissed

(not on the lips are you crazy maybe the cheek but thats all you gon get from me)

[Verse 2: Eminem]

Now you in my whip just long as you understand that I can’t be whipped

You say companionship, I say abandon ship, I’m a gigolo so you know

I’m always on the go, I ain’t got no time to slow down for no relationshit

Drop the P and add a T, yeah, you can get mad at me all you want

But I’m ghost before you can even say boo, hun let alone call me one

A one night stand is all he wants wit a female fan, yeah, one like Stan

And he’s so about a one nightstand this bedroom only has two lamps and only one nightstand

Get the hint? Ooh yeah boo, eew! I ain’t finnna argue but why do you think

They call it boo? Yeah, cause the sound of it’s ‘posed to scare you

[Royce]

Oh ho, we can share you in the back of the McLaren

I don’t give a fuck what your name is, we gon’ call you Hi and Bye

Hope you bi in the mean time your name is Sharon

Slows the flow down so I can what? Tell you same face

I make when I’m shooting the gun’s the same face that I make when I fuck

From the back of my hand on your neck pressing your face against the sheets it’s insane

You vin change, cause I’m outta this world girl I got that Milky Way dick vein

I’m at an all-time high with highness, I’m at an all-time fly with flyness

And this is exactly what they say when they bow to your highness, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Royce]

Nickle Nina nigga Twitter beefing, first rapper that shot a fan

(Push a chick out the car while it’s moving like Waka’s man)

Her bottom’s dark, but her top is tan, her private parts

Got her on the pole like the opposite of her papa’s plan

(Come on stripper, let’s hit the strip 180 throw it in reverse

And drop the trans I’m in the trance, now look at this bitch dance)

Looking at this tramp, like what you wearing girl, quit playing

(Yeah bitch and them scrach and sniff pants? Well let me scratch ‘em)

Let me sniff, yeah What? Did I say that?

I’m on lean like styrofoam cups and kickstands

[Eminem]

Middle finger stuck on fuck, stiff hands

But girl you got a butt like no if ands

So yea what the hell, maybe, oh hell, Shady, he’ll tell it like it is

So tell Katie Perry he’s on the tail, he’s tailgating

These bells are my maiden call and I’m here, bell’s waiting and tell Lady

Gaga, she can quit her job at the post office, she’s still a mail lady

Wouldn’t fuck her with her dick you heard, you heard the verdict’s in

He’s allergic to divas, and take meat cleavers to ‘em

Him don’t give a damn about beaver do him?

What a demon, a behemoth, evil just seems to be seething through him

[Royce]

I like the little strip tease you doing this evening, you and me gon’ find

Three more chickadees and have a menage like Nicki

You hot like a Dickie outfit in Texas without shit under it, sweating

Suck my dick, both gets to steppin’s my logic

[Eminem]

My God trick, my dick is hard, thick as a yardstick

What we gonna do? Ride around ’til we’re carsick

Then I’m gonna put this shit in park like dog shit

And you can blow me in the dark in the parking lot

Of the trailer park by the garbage

What you waiting on? Me to roll out the carpet?

Condoms are in the glove compartment, let’s start it

Think I’m joking? What, am I sitting here

Tryna make fake farts with my armpits?

Tryna get you to spit pop through your nose?

Am I here to amuse you? Stop it

[Royce]

I’m in your pocket outside of a church

The other hand reaching for bottom of your purse

You giving me head in a boxing stance

My dick’s so big you could drop it in dirt

I’m not your man, we’re sparring partners

There’s five things you are in charge of, that’s

Sucking a dick, sucking a dick, sucking a dick

Sucking a dick, sucking a dick

[Eminem]

If you ain’t sucking a dick, why you sitting there

With puckered lips? Oh that’s collagen, mothafucking bitch

What you mean how’d you, get suckered into this

You gon’ jump into my truck and then try to get truculent?

(You should be suffering, you should be cooking

You should be buckling your seatbelt with oven mitts)

Excuse me while I’m making an ass of myself

But it’s only cause I just wanna get

[Hook]

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JoJo – Marvin’s Room (Can’t Do better) Lyrics

Marvin’s Room Lyrics by JoJo

[Verse 1]

I have been up three days

Adderall and redbull

This call is a mistake

There’s something strong in this water bottle

I hear you got a new chick

But that’s a little Barbie doll

I feel so pathetic

But you still haven’t heard it all

[Chorus]

Fuck that new girl that you like so bad

She’s not crazy like me I bet you like that

I said fuck that new girl that’s been in your bed

And when you’re in her I know I’m in your head

I’m just saying you can do better

Always turned you out every time we were together

Once you had the best you can’t do better

Baby I’m the best so you can’t do better

[Verse 2]

Running to your homeboys

They’re all fucking idiots

You’re not even my boyfriend

But you’re tripping because I’m in the club

Yeah that’s right I’m dancing

And something cool is in my cup

I’ma send a sexy picture

To remind you what you’ve given up

[Chorus]

Fuck that new girl that you like so bad

She’s not crazy like me I bet you like that

I said fuck that new girl that’s been in your bed

And when you’re in her I know I’m in your head

I mean, I’m just saying you can do better

Always turned you out every time we were together

Once you had the best boy, you can’t do better

Baby I’m the best so you can’t do better

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Eminem feat Royce Da 5’9″ – Welcome 2 Hell Lyrics

Bad Meets Evil – Welcome To Hell Lyrics

[Intro]

Yeah, told you we’d be back

Welcome 2 Hell

[Eminem]

There’s a switch, I flip, emotions cut off

So cold I done froze my butt off

And this ain’t even the tip of the iceberg yet

It’s like squirting a squirt gun in the ocean, fuck off

Other words I didn’t put a dent in the game compared

To the damage I’ve yet to do

As long as you still have feelings to hurt

I’ll be around as long as you let me get to you

Long as I got two balls to palm

I’ll be the bomb, you’re just a false alarm

Get scared little pissants

And see if I don’t come along and stomp your farm

Thunder and lightning, rain, hail

Sleet with a tornado’s the kind of brainstorm I get

So when the wind starts blowing, shit

Talking about going in? Going insane is more like it

Wizard of words when he spits hazardous with it

Like a disastrous blizzard

So you better listen quick fast don’t miss it

Yeah, go ahead little prick bastard, diss it

But when you get hit with a sick ass explicit flow

Don’t ask how much of his passion is it that goes in it

Just know, that all he knows is this

It’s better to kick ass than kiss it

Dick dastardly of audacity

Mental capacity, unmatched it has to be stopped

But it can’t be, but man I can’t just keep

Doing them like that or no one will rap with me

Except one, you asked who is it?

[Royce]

Guess who just came through the blast, you bitches

With the ratchet, the book of Matthew

A book of matches, lighting them under white linen

You about to have to admit it, they pass you the mic

Asked you to spit it, you got handed your own ass

Your ass in your own hands, I’m sure they gon’ laugh

When you’re going to the bathroom with it

Now with what would you come against us

Better be something with a big foot pedigree

Easily these are the reasons

That we need to be in your prayers

Each region breeds some MCs that wanna be

Which means they wanna breath our air

With these ideas, anybody thinkin’

That the game don’t need, the Bad and the Evil regime

That’s like saying that bad boy Piston team didn’t need Isaiah

[Eminem]

Sip piss and bleed, this is a different breed of MCs

I swear, better be aware, there’s too much at stake

And to find someone this raw on a beat is rare

You can kiss my ass and the shit stains on my underwear that I don’t even wear

[Royce]

This gotta be no fair

This like hittin’ the lottery, oh yeah

Who you know hotter there gotta be no pair

Shotty that I got a lobotomy, your hair

Classic, smack it, smother it, read it and weep it

And perhaps you’ll have no rebuttalin’

In fact, you seein’ me in this rap

And it’s like saying Tila Tequila can sing like Jasmin Sullivan

[Eminem]

Back to bash her skull again

Push a bitch out the Aspen until I get the fuck out of Dodge (Dodge Aspen)

Shouldn’t have to explain my metaphors

You has-beens are duller than color books that ain’t colored in

Second and third, fourth wind, gotta another win

Here they come again, none other than, Bad and Evil

Also known as Saddam and Osama Bin

It’s been a long time

But I bet neither one of us have felt sicker than we do right now

And we only get iller with time

Me and Nickel fucking shit up on the dime so tellin’ us to pipe down

It’s like talking to a meth head

Bruce Willis on his death bed, last breath with an infection

Fighting it while he’s watching internet porn

About to meet his death with an erection

My God, what I mean is

David Carradine jacking his penis in front of his tripod

Choking his own neck, what part you don’t get?

I’m saying I die hard

[Royce]

When you listen to my bars, nothin’ but the F-I-R/ E

Comin’ out your iPod (we) come up in a place

Chicks heads start spinning like motherfuckin’ white walls

[Eminem]

Got your mother suckin’ my balls

(While we) fuck each other, we punch each other in the eyeballs

And I never say I’m sor-ry, the Five-Nine and the Fire Marshall

(We) spit with an intensity to shut shit down in the industry

Two different entities, with a propensity

To put these N-U-T-S up inside of your fucking mouth

Welcome to the CD

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Ludacris feat. Lil Wayne & Trey Songz – Sex Faces Lyrics

Sex Faces Lyrics by Ludacris feat. Lil Wayne & Trey Songz

[Ludacris]

I met this chick in motor city and her name was Lexus

Ass outta control and her chest was reckless

So we exchanged numbers, plenty calls and textes bout gaining

New friends and ex’ing our exes

In the back of my mind I just wanted to sex this

Gotta give her the D and some pearls as her necklass

SO I had her for dinner, woke her up for breakfast

Around 7:13 like Houston, Texas

She’s everything I hoped for in the bedroom

And like Tyra Banks I need some headroom

Cause she can suck a golf ball through a garden hose

I never sat her on the bench she my starting hose

I’m on point at Game time, y’all be garden hoes

Yeah she never plays games like the Parker bro?

And we be drinking Conjure by the cases

Meanwhile your girl’s been exchanging f-ck faces

[Trey Songz]

You must be used to all the finer things

Infatuated by what money brings

It seems to me you hoes will never change

(Hoes wont ever change)

So all that’s left is for us to exchange

[Lil Wayne]

I met her at a restaurant, she was a waitress

One day I went in and sat at her table

She asked me what will I be having, I said the basics

“Well done steak, vegetables and potatoes”

She asked if I will be having a drink, I said later

Bring me a glass of vodka and a chaser

As me and my homie sat and discussed paper

I could feel a fire burning me like a laser

I could see her thighs through uniform pants so I didn’t leave a tip

I left her an advance, along with my number saying give me a call

And you know I didn’t have to leave my name at all

She called me when she got off

So I invited her to my loft

And she flew over like a moth thing

You know she came straight up outta all of that cloth

We had a couple blunts and some champagne

Then she massaged all of my back pains

Then it became time for her to pack things

I said hit me up again, we do the same thing

Jumped in the shower, got out and sawa text message

It had a smiley face and said “you the best sexy XOXO!”

I replied I love your f-ck face

[Trey Songz]

You must be used to all the finer things

Infatuated by what money brings

It seems to me you hoes will never change

(Hoes wont ever change)

So all that’s left is for us to exchange

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