Tyga - Let It Show Lyrics (Ft. J. Cole)

Let It Show Lyrics is performed by Tyga Ft. J. Cole

Chorus:
One my ..overload I still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
even if I'm broke I'm still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show

nigga walk in my life feel like I'm running through a real life
don't believe what the..right
mother f*ckers when they call me so they call me Mike
I'm just chillin watching the fight
if your friends girls hold me some mice
table glass slipping all over the blunt
never been shocked I just ignored..
take a look at the..eyes
I relove but in hate the real bomb
so now my face gone had me my space and now I do..
serious look at my face look
how could a man crow how I ..look
'cause you walk with me even if I give my foot
did you think you could

2 x Chorus:
One my ..overload I still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
even if I'm broke I'm still won't let it show,
I still won't let it show
I still won't let it show

I don't wanna feel like most rappers feel
when they get deal like young bigger than him
he still loco gotta keep it real 'cause the..loco
like I owe you no I hope you
watch them niggas close to you
but don't compare.. in his fools
I can act like knew you..

dropped out like I said I knew a fool
..now me and mama..
told her I won't lose
show her a jimmy chu
she probably sun..and probably..
aha oh what a feeling to be loved
oh what feeling to be loved
I wish I could fly like a dog

[2 x Chorus:]

the people will never forget how you ..
because it happen scream for the hit
so I said to my girl and played to the world
my life changed ..on the beach hope they ain't ..
Obama do is ..figure change oh nigga don't trip
oh shit when they have I survive and a nigga and still..

[2 x Chorus:]

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Wiz Khalifa - My Favorite Song Lyrics (Ft. Juicy J)

My Favorite Song Lyrics is performed by Wiz Khalifa Ft. Juicy J

When the sun come up I'm spending money, spending money, spending money
There's something I can spend some money too, money too, money too, money too
When the sun come up I'm spending money, spending money, spending money
There's something I can spend some money too, money too, money too, money too

... but I'm out here patient, I just live my life
That shit you niggas trying to do
I guarantee I did it twice
They say life's a gamble, hit my joint and roll the dice
When you living this high, you can't be afraid of heights
Book my flight to Vegas well, 20 thousand state a night
Another 10 on champagne, my money long I pay the price
Tired of niggas saying they get my game cause dawg we ain't alike
I'm throwing money, when I walk up in this bitch, they know it's money
Money in my arms, all the tables full of money
Pockets full of ... I roll
Dropping ... on my clothes
Balling super hard, smoking till I over dose
Hardly ever solve a bitch, we party till it's over

When the sun come up I'm spending money, spending money, spending money
There's something I can spend some money too, money too, money too, money too
When the sun come up I'm spending money, spending money, spending money
There's something I can spend some money too, money too, money too, money too

You talking bout I'm balling too
Get your money up and quit your hating's what you oughta do
I been going hard since I was younger
Now it's in my teens I knew when I got older
I'll be on some now I do my things
Spending money, popping hella bottles, making niggas mad
Going places rolling jayz, I live the life you wish you had
Going up dollar bills... on my tag
Got a clip full of them og's

Trippy nigga hit the club, you know I be fucked up
Chasing all the model chicks, trying to get my fucks up
Niggas handcuffing hoes, but them niggas know what's up
Y'all came to the club together, but that hoe gonna leave with us
Break at the blue dream, everybody rolling up
Hold the lean, hold the cups, hold it down then pour it up
Tell the owner we leaving, we gonna buy the whole club
Now my dollars to the ceiling and my card it got no limit

When the sun come up I'm spending money, spending money, spending money
There's something I can spend some money too, money too, money too, money too
When the sun come up I'm spending money, spending money, spending money
There's something I can spend some money too, money too, money too, money too

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Tyga Ft. Nicki Minaj - Muthafucka Up Lyrics

"Muthafucka Up" is the new hip hop song performed by Tyga Ft. Nicki Minaj.

YMCMB, rawest niggas doing it
School for the blind, I dont see these niggas doing it
I’m doing it and doing it and doing it well
Niggas wanna test me boy, who wanna fail?
Hit you like a bully bitch, yeah saved by the bell
If you scared, go to church I’ll see you in hell
And your girl, she a flip, give me heads or tails
Everybody fake so I got real for sale
Gunpowder fill the air
Rappers shittin’ on theyself, you could smell the fear
And these bitches laying flowers cause the king is near
T-Raw this is the new flavour in ya ear
Niggas softer than baby hair
Why you acting tough, heard you work at Build-a-bear
I’ma a dealer all my girls come in deuce and pairs
I’m in the building I construct so light this muthaf-cker up
What the funk you beezy’s want
I’m ready to hump the car I call it ele-phunk
Trunk in the front
Man she give me good brain cause she feel dumb
I just keep going like the bunny till I feel numb
Yeah these bitches want it
I put my man’s on it
That 110 Sup’, that Ferrari Caliornia
Niggas want beef, call me Tony Romo
You potatoes on the sofa
Lazy muthaf-ckas why you aint even trying
Rich or die trying, why you niggas aint died yet?
Wings tattoo yeah forever on some fly shit
And I’m with the business skip peon with a ty clip
Stay on the flight yeah I’ma trip
Probably up in Paradise chillin like Parliaments
Flow got a boner, you could say I’m on some harder shit
Bout to make the speaker buss’

[Hook]
(mic this muthaf-cka up)

[Nicki Minaj]
Okay, I get money
I get money like a bitch
She aint gon’ win the war but swear that bitch a trip
You see how the diamonds get to dancing
Yeah, ya money short, get some pants and shit
I be with a nigga with a big ol’ dick
Yeah I like them balls you be shooting them bricks
F-ck you in the game for?
Bitch we up three sippin’ this game four
Tell ‘em listen, couple bad bitches’s
Out in Kingston kicking up bricks and shit
Intervention bitch I pay ya pension
Oh you say what? I don’t pay attention
Yeah these niggas want it
I put my bitches on it
You know the tattoo’s got Nicki initials on it
I put the pussy on ‘em, cook ‘em a pot roast
Then pull off in the Ghost
Bitch I do the most

[Tyga]
What the funk you beezy’s want?
It aint your turn, better have my money
Friday like Big worm
Can’t see you niggas, you like a little germ
Bitches know I’m excellent like Mr Burns
See my dick like Butter churn
Baby churn and ya girl with me fo’shure
That aint your concern
She forgot about her other man, she will never learn
On a mic till I die, RIP chick huh
Yessir, colder than the Pittsburgh?
Winter fresher than a Will Smith T-Shirt
These spurts coming through Last King and a hearse
Ask later, shoot first, got shooters like dirt
When it hurts leave you losers bruised up
Bruce Lee nunchucks
Toe from the floor up though
Duck, rubber duck now you like oh shucks
Tell the neighbours I don’t give a f-ck

[Hook]

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Akon Ft. French Montana - Hurt Somebody Lyrics

"Hurt Somebody" is the new hip hop song performed by Akon Ft. French Montana.

This concrete is too cold, to be walking on it
Or else walking on it with no shoes on (no shoes on)
Don’t wanna struggle, oh no
Don’t want it to become a habit
I’ve been living in the gutter with no shoes on
Let me get up out of here
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
My momma need a crib
Son needs some joy
This some bull shit, cause I can’t afford them
Pairs listening
And the band recording
Trying to dodge the pen
Hoping I survive the morning
Shit is getting hot
Man I’m talking scourging
Watching bodies drop
Trying to make a fortune
Dancing with no top
Trying to skip my fork and
Wanna own the block
Then you gotta put your work in
Cause
[Chorus:]
This concrete is too cold, to be walking on it
Or else walking on it with no shoes on (no shoes on)
Don’t wanna struggle, oh no
Don’t want it to become a habit
I’ve been living in the gutter with no shoes on
Let me get up out of here
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
You got the biggest gun
I hope it’s for protection
How you never run
You just count your blessings
Beating down the drum
Find me the connection
To get up off the slum
That’s my only investment
Throw you to the ground
Book you for possession
Now it’s going down
Now i teach them a lesson
Crooked as a clown
Wishing I could arrest him
Guess they run the town
From the streets to the correction
So
[Chorus:]
This concrete is too cold, to be walking on it
Or else walking on it with no shoes on (no shoes on)
Don’t wanna struggle, oh no
Don’t want it to become a habit
I’ve been living in the gutter with no shoes on
Let me get up out of here
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
No way to dice that
Toss it against the wall
The way you like that
That’s what you’re doing dog
Gambling? what you like? street gambling
Gambling? what you like? street gambling
Gambling? what you like? street gambling
[Chorus:]
This concrete is too cold, to be walking on it
Or else walking on it with no shoes on (no shoes on)
Don’t wanna struggle, oh no
Don’t want it to become a habit
I’ve been living in the gutter with no shoes on
Let me get up out of here
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody
Before I hurt somebody
Or I have to hurt somebody

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Tyga Ft. Nas, Wale - King & Queens Lyrics

"King & Queens" is the new hip hop song performed by Tyga Ft. Nas, Wale.

cross-sign baptism west shit
shit on anybody with a peon, you dead wrong
go against a bull nigga head-on
i'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb
army stance, ready for war
got andy warhol to paint the decor
apologizing for my actions, sometimes i get bored
they say my music knocks, so i hope it opens every door

we all dream one day we be kings and queens
we all dream one day we be kings and queens

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