B.o.B Ft. T.I., Mos Def - Boom Bap Lyrics

"Boom Bap" is the new hip hop song performed by B.o.B Ft. T.I., Mos Def.

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T.I. - Pyro Lyrics

Pyro Lyrics is performed by T.I.

[T.I. - Verse 1]
I got a corkscrew swag, they see me and get it poppin’
I wear their ass out and in the morning take ‘em shoppin’
Treat a hoe so sweet, they get wit’ me they spoilt rotten
They wanna be my baby, call me daddy no adoption
Shawty raw, ball, out at all costs
Hit the club twice as fly as anybody I saw
Training wheels on the hustle I will never fall off
You can keep ya p-ssy baby, give me all jaw
I’m young dumb, cold as they come
Treat me like the drummer, give me some would ya hun’
Yeah I’m hung but I still get sprung with the tongue
F-ck her good all night, even the sun finna come

[Hook]
I’m on fire and ice cold
A black Benz, a white Rolls
Like loose women, and tight clothes
Say I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite pyro
(bang, ba-bang, bang, ba-bang, bang..)
I’m dynamite, pyro
(bang, ba-bang, bang, ba-bang, bang..)
I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite, pyro

[T.I. - Verse 2]
Rock a bad bitch, you with me, whats there name? who cares?
Treat ‘em like Twix, I’m coming in pairs
Go insane in that p-ssy but I never go fair
Yep, veneer so rare shawty aint even fair
Everywhere you see I be, I get that don’t handle my B.I.
Money small thing to a giant, Eli
G4 flying, I don’t never see the kiosk
I take a nigga little bitch and buy her a little Prius, yes
Dat aint on fire like we is
Certified flyer, recognise us where you see us
Take no shit, no how, no way
We TNT C4, Okaaay

[Hook]

[T.I. - Verse 2]
Party at the presidential, if you with it, lets get it
No matter where you live, I’m the hottest in your city
They talking ’bout they balling and their flossing but I live it
I sit her in that Phantom, get her out that Honda Civic
In the VIP I’m chillin’, everythang ice cold
Black chicks, Latin bitches, Asian broads, white hoes
F-ck wit’ hoes who like hoes, only if they tight though
Purse game insane, shoe game pyscho
Black on black, credit card on deck
And a Black Maybach on the Boulevard, flexin
V.S. is in the chain, filled wit’ clear stones
Hero as I can be, H.N.I.C?
I’m gone

[Hook]

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Lil Wayne Ft. Drake & T.I. - She Will Remix Lyrics

She Will Remix Lyrics is performed by Lil Wayne Ft. Drake & T.I.

[T.I.]
I mean forgive me for being so straightforward but it’s beena minute since I’ve been here
And umm, I mean if you will just take a second to look around man
You know what I’m saying, it’s a bunch of shit
And I know you don’t do this often but I’m the exception
Do it for me huh, pop that p-ssy for a real nigga ma
Lets go

Say bruh, I’m so official outta sight
What’s about me not to like
I put that pipe inside her like my diamonds are her guiding light
I’m dynamite, K-I-N-G P-I-M-P, admire me
A plethora of fan freaks trailing right behind me
Killer shit, turn a clug to a crime scene
Pocket full of money like I run a crime ring
Million dollar chain, everything shining
It’s safe to say I do my thing honey, nah mean
Bunch of young ?, no Chinese
And been stuck together like they siamese
A friendly rub, way to feel her, she say “God leave”
I say I’m tryna touch her hard, close ya eyes, breathe
Now she running from me, but she aint tryna leave
I keep a quarter key of ? thats a nine piece
Legs open curtain closed, rock solid hurting hoes
Buss it open, sure she will, who else is there to do it for
Fo’sho

[Drake]
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and tell me “baby, its real”
And I say I aint doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that p-ssy for me”
Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her til she cry, call that “wine and dine”
Try to check me and I’mma have ‘em checkin’ pulses
They say chose wisely, thats why I was chosen
Rocking like asphalt, its the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took it’s mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face South and her ass North
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on my dick and do a full split!

[Drake - Chorus x2]

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T.I. - She Will (Remix) Lyrics

"She Will (Remix)" is the new hip hop song performed by T.I..

[T.I.]
I mean forgive me for being so straightforward but it’s beena minute since I’ve been here
And umm, I mean if you will just take a second to look around man
You know what I’m saying, it’s a bunch of shit
And I know you don’t do this often but I’m the exception
Do it for me huh, pop that p-ssy for a real nigga ma
Lets go

Say bruh, I’m so official outta sight
What’s about me not to like
I put that pipe inside her like my diamonds are her guiding light
I’m dynamite, K-I-N-G P-I-M-P, admire me
A plethora of fan freaks trailing right behind me
Killer shit, turn a clug to a crime scene
Pocket full of money like I run a crime ring
Million dollar chain, everything shining
It’s safe to say I do my thing honey, nah mean
Bunch of young ?, no Chinese
And been stuck together like they siamese
A friendly rub, way to feel her, she say “God leave”
I say I’m tryna touch her hard, close ya eyes, breathe
Now she running from me, but she aint tryna leave
I keep a quarter key of ? thats a nine piece
Legs open curtain closed, rock solid hurting hoes
Buss it open, sure she will, who else is there to do it for
Fo’sho

[Drake]
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and tell me “baby, its real”
And I say I aint doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that p-ssy for me”
Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her til she cry, call that “wine and dine”
Try to check me and I’mma have ‘em checkin’ pulses
They say chose wisely, thats why I was chosen
Rocking like asphalt, its the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took it’s mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face South and her ass North
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on my dick and do a full split!

[Drake - Chorus x2]

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Ready Set Go Remix Lyrics by Killer Mike aka Mike Bigga Ft. T.I. & Big Boi

Killer Mike aka Mike Bigga Ft. T.I. & Big Boi - Ready Set Go Remix Lyrics

Chorus:

Hut one, Hut two, two, ready set go

Make these niggas get right or get low!

Hut one, Hut two, two, ready set go

Make these niggas get right or get low!

Get low, get low or get right right

Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike

Get low get low or get right right

Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike

I know these streets bout tired of this weak shit,

Ya style been ran through a freak bitch

Da p*ssy club got ya angered with ya frequent

Ed hard hard ass nigga and ya sequence ,

might as well shop at victoria secret

Have em gift warp you some I love Pink shit

Rap due and yall niggas you link wit is a lie fool,

I used to bully dat monkey nigga in high school

Sit at da lunch table, steal and eat his damn food.

Da pretty girls, they say, Michael a damn fool

I get my work on, and get my flirt on

I say f*ck em he a p*ssy put a skirt on em

I said f*ck em he p*ssy put a skirt on em.

[Chorus:]

How is gonna get bigger with the BIG and the microphone killer

Check the river all thriller, no billa ... but the snicker why you’re thinkin’

.. that mean she think at billy .. bang when you hear a drop ..

Drop these things like a saver to ..a tiger ..and I’ma keep ...

They go they ... it need a little shiny .. on you suckers like I ..do

Beauty ..weapon , you say how dare you, I can’t stand you,

You make the game soft like a .., I’m blowing this .. like a hurricane

...family ..great hustle, we were ranking.

[Chorus:]

I’m da prada, of da age of narcotta,

Da kings on dope like da pill you swallow.

Down by law I lead dont follow.

Grind time, grand hustilin for gualla.

I remain in the game to break lames off,

Some of them sensitive and some too soft.

Da hood been forced to fuck wit you all by default.

But now da truth here da bullshit cuts off.

This is real homie, no fake, no filler, 100 percent grade A killer.

Somethin’ like da bitch that I keep in Villa Rica,

But I’m a be quiet causethey might Mike Vick ya,

Might catch Mike with a light Mike Vicka.

Some purple kush that'll get me high like a missle.

Smokin’one deep cause I don’t fuck wit cha,

Sincerely from da hustle and grind time official.

Let’s go let’s go!

Grand hustle1

Money on our mind and we ain’t goin down sucka.

And Grind time, Hut two and Grand Hustle,

Send em here, got em here look at da king bankhead sucka!

Chorus:

Hut one, Hut two, two, ready set go

Make these niggas get right or get low!

Hut one, Hut two, two, ready set go

Make these niggas get right or get low!

Get low, get low or get right right

Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike

Get low get low or get right right

Holla kill kill for da nigga Big Mike Big Mike

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