Lil Wayne – Nightmares Of The Bottom Lyrics

Nightmares Of The Bottom Lyrics by Lil Wayne

Sleepin’ at the top, nightmares of the bottom

Everybody wanna be fly til you swat ‘em

But who am I to talk? I ain’t shittin’ roses

We in in the same picture but we all got different poses

I’m looking in my rear view, I see the world in it

I try to slow down, and I get rear ended

Pause! Like a red light, I’m dead right!

Highway to Heaven, God do you see my headlights?

They say “you don’t know what you’re doing till you stop doing it”

Well call me clueless cause I do this

Attention all shooters, I’m a shooting star

Life is a course and I’mma shoot for Par

I’m searching for today instead I found tomorrow

And I put that shit right back like I’ll see what I find tomorrow

Young Money CMR, I’m Blood like a scar

I’m Weezy F baby and the F aint for “Flaw”

It’s like I have it all

But I don’t have to worry

Married to the money, a true love story

Only God can judge me, I don’t need a jury

Nothing standing in my way, like nothings my security

Back to my journey, that bullshit don’t concern me

I knew I was going to jail I would have f-cked my attorney

If you sleeping on me, than I hope you toss and turning

I’m so cold I’m hypothermic, ask yo girl she will confirm it

Yeah,

Now what we doing with it

You keep opening ya grill, I’m barbecuing with it

I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it

Some say this shit is a joke well I hope they get it

Ok, I’m walking on needles, sticking to the point

Yeah the streets is talking, I’m familiar with the voice

I’m a gangsta by choice I hope my son’s choose wiser

And don’t call me sir, call me survivor

Yeah

And I aint doing nothin’ but getting my share

Breathin’ this air

If Miss Rochelle told me she gon keep me in her prayers

So I’m feeling alright I’m tryna stay aware

And if you wanna trip than I’mma meet ya there

To my niggas in the game, keep the game fair

Players play, coaches coach and cheerleaders cheer

I’m tryna keep spirit when the ghost disappear

Weezy F baby and the F aint for fear

Uhhh

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Lil Wayne – Dear Anne Lyrics

Dear Anne Lyrics by Lil Wayne

Out of sight, out of mind,

out of time, to decided.

Do we run?

Should I hide?

For the rest, of my life.

x2

Verse 1:

Dear Anne

My number 1 fan

I write with the light from the lamp on my nightstand

with my pen in my right hand

and that’s also my mic hand

codeine in the sprite can

ink on the white pad

and I’m thinking of life, Anne

and wrong and right, Anne

and sometimes I’m right

and sometimes I might

ca-can I find the light?

still my rhymes are bright

so I continue my plan

and I’m sure (shore) like white sand

that they’ll be price payin’

before my flight land

but still, I want to see more than my sight can

adore, so I cant ignore

what I want anymore

so I just go, you can call me the Gore

And oh yeah

I got a girl, she act like I owe her

and um, sometimes it seems like I just don’t know her

and yeh, the relationship is starting to feel like a chore

but I really hope I’m not starting to bore

Page 1.

[Chorus]

Out of sight, out of mind,

out of time, to decided.

Do we run?

Should I hide?

For the rest, of my life.

x2

[Verse 2]

Dear Anne

My number 1 fan

I write you this letter

I hope everything’s grand

I hope everyone’s good

I hope everybody’s praying

I hope – hold up baby, let me switch hands

See, lately I’ve been dealing with a lot of shit and

it’s burning me and I can’t get out of this pan

and every time I look there’s a problem with this man

but I ain’t tryna expose, I’m just tryna expand

but your support held me up like kickstands

and I’m also being more careful in how I pick friends

and I’m tryna stay up out them chick’s pants

(laughs) but, I just cant

but, on another note, this ain’t just another note

this is more than a rap

this is more of an oath

And I know you’re wondering what this letter is for

and I’m just hoping that you read this far

Page 2

[Chorus]

Out of sight, out of mind,

out of time, to decided.

Do we run?

Should I hide?

For the rest, of my life.

x2

[Verse 3]

Dear Anne

My number 1 fan

by now you probably think I’m portraying who I’m sayin

and sometimes I wish I wasn’t him, but I am

and it’s people like you that make me part of what I am

but hey, you are the shit

damn, pardon the gram (grammar)

but it’s like you make me feel like I’m a part of the fam

and shit, when my life be like some sort of exam

its a jungle out there- lions, horses and rams

shit, as I sit and wait for the war to began

I just think of you, then I’m rewarded again

and, with you, is where my artistry can

and, so with you is where a part of me stands

and, I hope I see you in the stands

Anne, because you know I understand

and, and I’m sorry about Stan

So I wrote this to say I’m your number 1 fan.

[Chorus]

Out of sight, out of mind,

out of time, to decided.

Do we run?

Should I hide?

For the rest, of my life.

x2

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Big Sean feat. Kanye West & Roscoe Dash – Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay Lyrics

Big Sean – Marvin Gaye & Chardonnay Lyrics

[Chorus]

Early in the morning

When she’s all alone

I’mma take my time

Do it how we want it

Just to set the mood, girl I bought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up

Yeaaah

She love the way I’m doing it

So GOOD she wont put my tattoo on it

Bottom line is, you the finest

Gave you a new name (whats that, whats that, whats that?)

My bitch

Hold up, hol’ up, woah there

Lets capture this moment if I ? than I own it

? Want it every mornin’

And Patronin’ girl, we grownin’

Waddup, got me feeling like a kid with the street lights on

Street lights on?

You know I got it going til it’s…

[Chorus]

Early in the morning

When she’s all alone

I’mma take my time

Do it how we want it

Just to set the mood, girl I bought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

Just let the song play

The long way

The strong way

It’s our day

It’s our way

This was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

[Kanye West]

Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up

Talk to the, talk to the hand

You talking to a grown ass man

It’s like, way way way too much in your pants for us not to make the bed squeak

(There goes the bed sheets)

Err’ybody rip the swag off

‘Fore I rip the tag off

Why my pants sag off, cause I’m rappin’ my ass off

Flow so ugly, money so handsome

This the f-cking anthem, get it, the f-cking anthem

[Chorus]

[Kanye West]

I don’t really wanna uhh… talk too much

But you love it when I talk like I lost it

And I love how you look when ya blazin’

And I swear you turn at least half asian

And we ’bout to have a liason

She cool, get head with her shades on

You should just go and throw a cape on

And it’s just so amazing

So amazing

So amazing

[Big Sean]

Take it to the car, bloop, bloop, that shit look like I’m speed racing

Leave em with me, it’ll boost your reputation

Westside is where I’m stationed

Spend all night, just champagne tasting

Aint no rest girl, lets just pace it til its…

[Chorus]

And this was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay.

I will update when the explicit version drops. In the meantime drop any corrections in the comments and let me know what you think of the Big Sean Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay Lyrics?

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J. Cole – Lost Ones Lyrics

Lost Ones Lyrics by J. Cole

[Verse 1]

Baby girl, I can’t imagine what it’s like for you

I got you pregnant now inside there is a life in you

I know you wondering if this gon make me think bout wifing you

Like if you had my first child would I spend my whole life with you

Now I aint tryna pick a fight with you, I’m tryna talk

Now I aint tryna spend the night with you

I’m kinda lost see

I’ve been giving it some thought lately and frankly

I’m feelin’ like we aint ready and it’s… hold up now

Let me finish

Think about it baby me and you we still kids ourself

How we gon raise a kid by ourself

Handle biz by ourself

A nigga barely over 20, where the hell we gon live?

Where am I gon get that money

I refuse to bring my boy or my girl in this world

When I aint got shit to give ‘em

And I’m not with them n-ggas who be knocking girls up and skate out

Girl, you gotta think bout how the options weigh out

Whats the way out?

[Chorus]

And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes

I cry sometimes about it

And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect

then we could make it work but I doubt it

And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes

I cry sometimes about it

And girl I know it hurt but if this world was perfect

then we could make it work but I doubt it

[Verse 2]

She said nigga you got nerve

To come up to me talkin’ bout abortion

This my body nigga so don’t think you finna force shit

See I knew that this is how you act, so typical

Said you love me, oh, but now you flipping like reciprocals

It figures though, should’ve known that you was just another nigga

No different form them other niggas

Who be claiming that they love you just to get up in them draws

Knowing all the right thinigs to say

I let you hit it raw mothaf-cker

Now I’m pregnant you don’t wanna get involved muthaf-cker

Tryna take away a life, are you God mothaf-cker

I don’t think so

This a new life up in my stomach

Regardless if I’m your wife

This new life here I’mma love it

I’m aint budging, I’ll do this by my muthaf-cking self

See my momma raised me without no muthaf-cking help from a man

But I still don’t understand how you could say that

Did you forget all those conversations that we had way back

Bout your father and you told me that you hate nigga

Talkin’ bout he a coward and you so glad that you aint that nigga

Cause he left your mamma when she had you and he aint shit

Here you go doin’ the same shit

You aint shit nigga!

[Chorus]

And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes

I cry sometimes about it

And boy that shit hurt

And aint nobody perfect, still we can make it work but you doubt it

Now, I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes

I cry sometimes about it

And boy that shit hurt

And aint nobody perfect, still we can make it work but you doubt it

[Verse 3]

They say everything happens for a reason

And people change like the seasons

They grow apart she wanted him to show his heart and say he loved her

He spoke the magic words and on the same day he f-cked her

Now she wide open

She put a ring up on his finger if she could

But he loved her cause the p-ssy good

But she aint no wife though

Uh oh, she tellin’ him she missed her period like typo’s

He panicking, froze like a mannikin

A life grows inside her now he asking “is it even mine”

What if this bitch aint even pregnant dawg

Could she be lying?

Is she crying crying cause he acting distant

Like ever since I told you this nigga you acting different

And all his niggas saying man these hoes be trapping niggas

Playing with niggas emotions like they some action figures

Swear they get pregnant for collateral

it’s like extortion, man if that bitch really pregnant

Tell her get an abortion

Uh, but what about your seed nigga?

(What about your seed nigga?)

And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes

I cry sometimes about it

And I aint too proud to tell ya that I cry sometimes

I cry sometimes about it

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Nas – Nasty Lyrics

Nasty Lyrics by Nas

Word

Got some Remy Martin, some good-ass cigars

Check it out

Ayo, late night, candlelight, fiend wit’ diesel in his needle

Queensbridge leader, no equal, I come from the Wheel of Ezekiel

To pop thousand-dollar bottles of scotch, smoke purp, and heal the people

Any rebuttal to what I utter get box-cuttered

Count how many bad honeys I slut, it’s a high number

Name a nigga under the same sky that I’m under

Who gets money, remain fly, yeah, I wonder

Eyes flutter as love when Nas pops up

Stars get starstruck, panties start drippin’

The ways of Carlito, blaze, torpedo cigars

Drop moves, drop clothes

Louis the XIII freaks, women nice size

I ride like Porsches, thick, brown and gorgeous

It ain’t my fault, semiautomatic weapons

I brought the world “Crazy,” I’m rich and I’m girl-crazy

Dick ‘em, convince ‘em all to praise me

They ideology is confusion, I lose ‘em

Fellates me, who hate me? My gun off safety

Since a Tunnel escape key, my jewelry in HD

Silent rage, pristine in my vintage shades

I’m not in the winters of my life or the beginner stage, I am the dragon

Maserati, pumpin’ Biggie, the great legend

Blastin’, I’m after the actress who played Faith Evans

My little Jackie Onassis, dig?

I’m so high, I never land like Mike Jackson’s crib

Best on .45, still crack ya rib sacrilege

When lids talk trash about the nasty kid

Past nasty now, I’m gross and repulsive

Talk money, is you jokin’? Cash everywhere, in my bank, in the sofa

In the walls, in the cars, in my wallet, in my pocket

On the floors, ceiling, the safe, bitch

I got all you envy, but don’t offend

I’m skinny, but still I’m too big for a Bentley

You are your car, what could represent?

Too Godly to be a Bugatti, you honestly

Must design me somethin’ Tommy Mottonic from Queens had before the ’90s

Drug dealer call, rush to the bar

Move, niggas, we don’t give a fuck who you are

Black card heavy like a magnet, in my stitched denims

Pretty women see them them saggin’

Bet a hundred stacks, niggas’ll run it back

Just havin’ fun, I ain’t even begun to black

Light another blunt in fact

(Nasty)

Nasty kid

(Nasty)

Yeah

(Nasty)

The kid!

(Nasty)

Nasty kid

For the hustlers, thick as yellow bitches for the suck of it

Got a bunch of niggas in prison braggin’, sayin’ “It was Nas I used to hustle wit’”

I display fashions while my lungs engage hashes, guns on my waist past his

Since I’m cakin’ up, put funds in my safe, laughin’

And joining the niggas passin’ you niggas was straight assin’

Excuse the vulgarity, I’m still not fully adjusted

Or used to the new fans hearin’ me spit rapidly

I never see the whips niggas be claimin’ they drivin’

I guess entertainment means blatantly lyin’

Fake it ’til you make it, I’ve driven those toys

Been in the wars, in the streets, cops kickin’ in doors

For my deen niggas, your flow cheap as limousine liquor

I’m no fake rap CD listener, sit back and roll a mean swisher

For my Gs, tell these clowns make room for the king, nigga

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