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Thursday, March 22, 2012
Rihanna Ft. Chris Brown Birthday Cake Remix Lyrics
(Ft. Chris Brown) Come and put your name on it
But you wanna put your name on it [Hook]
It's not even my birthday
But he wanna lick the icing off
I know you want it in the worst way
Can't wait to blow my candles out He want that cake, cake, cake
Cake, cake, cake.. Ooh baby I like it, it's so excited
Don't try to hide it
I'mma make you my b!tch Cake, cake, cake.. I know you wanna bite this
It's so enticing
You wanna Skype this
I'mma make you my b!tch And it's not even my birthday (my birthday)
And he trying to put his name on it [Chris Brown]
Girl I wanna f-ck you right now
Been a long time, I've been missing your body
Let me turn the lights down
When I go down, it's a private party
It's not even her birthday
But I wanna lick the icing off
Give it to her in the worst way
Can't wait to blow her candles out
I want that cake, cake cake Ooh baby I like it, it's so excited
Don't try to hide it
I'mma make you my b!tch [x2] [Chris Brown]
Doggy want to hit it
Give me a heart attack and throw it back
Now watch me get it
You know this but you the shit
Damn, girl you pretty
Blowing out your candles, now let me make a couple wishes [Rihanna]
Remember how you did it?
Remember how you did it?
If you still wanna kiss it
Come and get it
Sweeter than a rice cake, cake worth sipping
Kill it, tip it If you sexy and you know it
And you ain't afraid to show it
Put a candle on my motherf-cking back baby blow it
Love the way you do when you do it like that
Show up with the stats, bring the racks on my racks
Wrap it up, wrap it up boy
While I take this bow off
Talk that talk, yeah I know I'm such a show off
Daddy make a wish
Put this cake in your face
And it's not even my birthday [Hook - Chris Brown]
It's not even her birthday
But I wanna lick the icing off
Give it to her in the worst way
Can't wait to blow her candles out
I want that cake, cake cake Ooh baby I like it, it's so excited
Don't try to hide it
I'mma make you my b!tch [x2] Cake, cake, cake..
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[Hook]
The days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, cause that was last night
Baby we gon' be alright, baby we gon be alright
Yea yea love was the mark, bullets to your heart
I want to move on but my feelings too strong
I don't wanna waste time, I don't wanna waste time [Verse 1: Tyga]
Man I know we ain't finished when it's barely beginning
All the time I done put in, I put in but time was in it
So silly chasing a feeling, figured you felt different
But so many, so many girls but I just stay with ya
See love wasn't my intention, read the play
Dominoes, counting money with my niggas, shoot dice
Give me seven, rolling off the gate, I hit it twice
Black Eyed Peas, money baby, it's gon be a good night
And when I said I love you I f-ckin' meant it
And we ain't gotta bring your mom and your sister in it
House too big, they all trying to spend the night
You always inviting them and I don't need to be liking it
At all, and I don't need to say shit
Cause I just like to see you happy even when you faking it
So fake the ring you felt last bitch, man I hate you
I hope we can make it up in the air [Hook]
Cause the days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, cause that was last night
Baby we gon be alright, baby we gon be alright
Yea yea love was the mark, bullets to your heart
I want to move on but my feelings too strong
I don't wanna waste time, I don't wanna waste time It's like we're in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea
It's like we're in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea [Verse 2: Tyga]
Ugh, for every last king need a queen
If you love me now then forever hold this ring
Hold me down, defend it, hold me down, no witness
You always got so much pride but once you look in my eyes
It's over, you even told me about you when you was younger
How your father abused you, I let you cry on my shoulder
No tissue, just short sleeve, tears see-through
Our lives equal, thinking what you been through
Uhh, Yodini here
Yea I grant you every wish
Put you in environments, good company success
Already set, you going with the best
I know I lied before but trust me I ain't like your ex
Sex so good, break up then break a sweat
We should stay together, then we fight again
Same old shit, different location
Feeling like my time wasted [Hook]
Cause the days go by, we argue all the time
I want to make it right, cause that was last night
Baby we gon be alright, baby we gon be alright
Yea yea love was the mark, bullets to your heart
I want to move on but my feelings too strong
I don't wanna waste time, I don't wanna waste time
It's like we're in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea
It's like we're in a love game, love game
Love game, love game
Yea, yea, yea, yea [Verse 3: Tyga]
Trying to forget someone that you love
Like trying to remember someone that you never knew
Think about it, I dream about it
My nightmares haunting me, I can't sleep about it
Anxiety, can't breathe, can't live without you
The revival, all these verses is my survival
Standing at the poly and waiting for your arrival
One thing but no return
Like Usher says, gotta let it burn [Outro: Tyga]
The hardest part of dreaming about someone you love
Is waking up to see that person gone
You know it, if it takes seconds to say hello
It takes forever to say goodbye
Moving on is easy, but what you leave behind
Is what makes it hard
Posted at 02:26 pm by gurih
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[Intro: Super Cat]
Super Cat
New York girls dem are bad over we (4x)
Nas the Don (8x)
In a new york city (4x) [Verse 1]
Yea….yea
Smoking a escubano, guzzle my second bottle
Hope I don't catch a homo (homicide)
Grossing our net
Simultaneous making me climb higher heinous crimes behind me
Search but can't find me
Fuck sadness
Had this been you havin this lavish
Habitual happiness at me you wouldn't look backwards
You would have sex on condominium roof decks
So anyone move next
I'll hit you with two techs
Rocking Roberto Cavalli no shirt on convertible Mazy
My Columbiana mommy ridin beside me
Every tat mean something, that's my word on my body
I'll have to lean something wit that Mossberg shotty
My n*ggas is ignorant put lead in yo pigment
Just for all the days y'all was mad I was getting it
In 97 the six
98 the Bentley
Now it's the Ghost Phantom
And ya'll can't stand em but…… [Hook]
Nas the Don (8x)
In a new york city (4x) [Verse 2]
Army Jacket swag Army jacket green and black
Wit the square top pocket that snaps
Where the gas at?
Pass that, not you
You hold crack where your ass at
I never did that, my sock where my stash was at
Yo I use to listen to that red alert and rap attack
I fell in love with the poetry I mastered that
Cuttin school with Preme team at phat cat was at
Future not crystal clear yet Baccarat Now im the one that's reppin Queens way beyond your wildest dreams
Bottles on bottles with sparklers surround my team
That long cash get the baddest bitches out they jeans
20 years in this game lookin 17
I don't lean: no codeine, promethazine
I just blow green pick which a bitch can bless the king
Although he's on to another chapter
Heavy D gave this beat to Salaam for me to rap to
Blaaaah… [Hook] [Verse 3]
Yeah yeah..
New York is like an Island, a big Rikers Island
The cops be out wildin, all I hear is sirens
It's all about surviving same old two step
Tryna stay alive when
They be out robbin, I been out rhyming
Since born knowledge like prophet Muhammad
Say the ink from a scholar
Worth more than the blood of a martyr
So I'mma
Keep it on til I see billion dollar
Keep your friends close and ya enemies closer
Love model chocha mommy pop it like she suppose to
Eyes red shot like I'm never sober
Big time smoker, Indonesian doja
Minis you can hold up before you get all wet up from my soldiers
Don shit
Under fire I remain on some calm shit
This for every ghetto and the hood
Nas the Don and Supercat the Don Dotta
Understood… [Hook]
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Rihanna Ft. Jay-Z Talk That Talk Lyrics
[Rihanna]
Talk that talk to me, yeah
Talk that talk to me, yeah [Jay-Z]
I be trying to chill, bitches wanna f–ck me
Every little city I go, f–ck me
Shawty must've heard, got the word, I move that D
Had it by a bladder, she like "oh I gotta pee"
Ran into a rocko in my restroom
Singer slash actress in my bedroom
God I have the ticket for a walk through
Everything that do is big
I talk big money, I talk big homes
I sell out arenas, I call that getting dome
Million dollar voice, came through phone
We heading to the top, if you coming, come on
I'm Flying out to Pisa, just to get some pizza
Fly down to Jamaica, just to roll some reefa
Sex on the beach, left love speechless
They say that money talk, tell these other niggas speak up
What's up [Rihanna - Hook]
One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah [Rihanna]
Say what you want, say you want you like
Say you want me to do and I got you
Tell me how to love you, tell me how to hold you I'mma get it right on the first try for you
Cause you ain't never had a woman like me, yeah
And you will never have another like me, yeah
Noooooo
So I'ma give it to you baby [Hook]
One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah [Bridge]
What you saying now, give it to me baby
I want it all night, give it to me baby
What you saying now, give it to me baby
Give it to me baby, give it to me baby What you saying now, give it to me baby
I want it all night, give it to me baby
What you saying now, give it to me baby
Give it to me baby, give it to me baby [Hook]
One and two and a three and four
Come on let me know if you want some more
You know what I like, now get right
Boy talk that talk to me all night
Yeah boy I like it yeah boy I like it
Love it when you talk that talk to me yeah
Yeah that talk to me yeah
Love it when you talk that talk to me, yeah Talk that talk to me, yeah
Talk that talk to me, yeah
Posted at 07:57 am by gurih
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Tuesday, January 24, 2012
Rick Ross King Of Diamonds Lyrics
Somebody call the brinks truck, the boss back
Somebody call the brinks truck, the boss back
Somebody call the brinks truck, the boss back
Somebody call the brinks truck [Hook]
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu
Rozay Rozay [Verse 1]
I got the baddest b!tches waiting on a nigga
I got these p-ssy niggas hating on a nigga
Since they wanna talk, I went and bought another chain
Forty cars, I gotta put em in my momma name
Heli-pad on my crib, my money outta here
Love my daughter to death, ten karats in her ear
Heavy ammunition for you f-ck boys
Heavy ammunition for you f-ck boys
I'm getting paid, I put that on my daddy grave
Got two hundred thousand in my Chevrolet
I'm the king of diamonds, my chain still speaking Ebonics
If she selling that p-ssy, bring it to baby, I got it
Pop a chicken in that grease and make one into two
All these rides in my yard, my shit a carnival
I got a club, here or 'ye
So show me love, it's only Rozay [Hook]
Rozay
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu [Verse 2]
You gotta separate yourself from f-ck boys
Can't even drop your diamond dish, your ass so paranoid
I'm floating in my shit like I'm in a parade
Ho, you better take notice, I spent ten on the paint
Waving at these b!tches, and I know these niggas ho-ish
Take your b!tch to get limit, pop her in a new Lotus
I'm so rich, I mean I'm so rich
If it's less than ten stacks, to me it's ho shit
It's time to step your game up
Gotta run your credit just to bring my name up
Twenty million, nigga, look in my face
It's only one Rozay [Hook]
Rozay
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, hugh
Rozay, huuu
Rozay [Outro]
The Boss back, somebody call the brinks truck
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Monday, January 23, 2012
Rihanna We Found Love Remix Lyrics
(Ft. Flo Rida)
Flo Rida!
You know I got love for you
See what happened was we in Bahamas
I remember it was the ox summer, oh
So pretty I ..girl nice to meet you what's the honor
Yeah she tap me told me she Rihanna
Y'all know mine mine .. wanna touch her
Gotta love her
The chain mam let me ..
Let's truth let me tell you what the color was Yellow diamonds in the light
I was standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny
But I've gotta let it go We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place Found love I think we found us
Wanna ..the wind all around us
I was hoping that the ..
And everything ..till I time up
I can do..about the pound of
..even crown you ..she was hot hot hot
Damn with the .. know she ..magnum
Started like get a DJ a magnum
I start like .. strong on
I'm a quick battle ..so I chick better
It's a party rockin like a Mick Jagger
Got ..Barbados ..in the light shine in .. Shine a light through an open door
Love and life I will divide
Turn away cause I need you more
Feel the heartbeat in my mind It's the way I'm feeling I just can't deny
But I've gotta let it go We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place She will tell you what the color was
Rihanna ..what the color was Yellow diamonds in the light
I was standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine You know I got love, you know I got love
We found love in a hopeless place
You know I got love, you know I got love
We found love in a hopeless place
You know I got love, you know I got love
We found love in a hopeless place
You know I got love, you know I got love
We found love in a hopeless place Found love I think we found us
Wanna ..the wind all around us
I was hoping that the ..
And everything ..till I time up
I can do..about the pound of
..even crown you ..she was hot hot hot
Damn with the .. know she ..magnum
Started like get a DJ a magnum
I start like .. strong on
I'm a quick battle ..so I chick better
It's a party rockin' like a Mick Jagger
Got ..Barbados ..in the light shine in .. We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
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Saturday, January 21, 2012
Common Stay Schemin Lyrics (Drake Diss)
[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas [Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f-ck it, I don't wanna go to court
F-ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F-ck it, I'm on the run for the money
I'm in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil niggas thuggin', even got me paranoid
I'm gettin' money, that's in any nigga category
Double M I got G's out in California [Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas [Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn't come complete with niggas like ours
That's why I see no need to compete with niggas like y'all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga that's all
Don't be ducking like you never wanted nothing
Its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in Appolo lounge
Me and my G from DC that's how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in Apollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that's how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets 'bout a rap nigga
I tell a b!tch its more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe 'bout to lose a hundred fifty M's
Kobe my nigga I hate it, had to be him
B!tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym
(B!tch you wasn't with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucien I said f-ck it I'm tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix and take her ass out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she'll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin'
I'm just hittin my pinnacle you and p-ssy identical
You like the f-ckin finish line we can't wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my niggas [Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin'
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas [Common]
My motto is: Chicago, b!tch
Everybody know you sweet, what the problem is
Don't play dumb, I'm the one that acknowledged it
Son of a b!tch, I imagine what your father is
She said, "How you make your opponent, the rapper of the moment?"
His style, he don't own it
Acting all hard when he hardly like that
You gon' mess around and make me catch a body like that, ooooh
Don't do it
'Cause every song you make Joe is really hoe music
I heard you said you wasn't a b!tch because you sing
You a b!tch because you cling like a b!tch that's eighteen
Can't say my name but rap about a nigga's wife
You so black and white, tryna to live a nigga's life
I'm taking too long with this amateur guy
You ain't wet nobody, nigga, you Canada dry [Common Speaking]
Soft nigga, make no mistake, I'm talking to Drake
It's the remix. Rick Ross, Common, and that hoe ass nigga
No, man-to-man, don't hide behind them other niggas
Nah, this man-to-man. You can't run behind them man
This is some real man shit right here [Destiny's Child]
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain't running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Why the sudden change?
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain't running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name
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Friday, January 20, 2012
Fabolous Unfuckwitable Lyrics
Fabolous Unfuckwitable Lyrics
[Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive? [Verse 1: Red Cafe]
Hold up, I'm hotter than a fugitive
America's most wanted, that swag lucrative
Unf-ckwitable, slanging that mineral
Talking that g talk, living like a general
Ten bottles in the club sound like the minimal
My niggas them killas for real, I'm talking federal
It's f-ck you, it's f-ck you, never no subliminal
Stacking ones every day, active criminal
Me and twenty million cash look identical
If you broke and you in the streets, you suckers pitiful
Hoes say they love a nigga after they f-ck a nigga
But I ain't looking for love, that's for s-cker niggas
Let him be your man, I'll gladly be the other nigga
Cuddle with dog all winter, I'm your summer nigga
Hustle from sunup, hustle til the sun down
Bullshit aside, I'm the realest killer in town
Most the niggas in the streets, they know how I get down
Bad b!tch riding shotty when the top let down
Look, as a young boy I used to have hoop dreams
Now I'm like Shaq, I still got hoop dreams [Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive? [Verse 2: Fabolous]
I ain't feeling niggas, I ain't that sentimental
I got no words for 'em, let's just keep it instrumental
I put it down where I stay, word to incidentals
And guess who opened the door you niggas entered in through?
Y'all would never measure up using my ruler
You're more soft than a second-year high schooler
My nigga Hov told me finish my breakfast
And now I'm looking at you niggas like breakfast
French toast, turkey bacon
Shit's in bad shape, too many squares circulating
Money talks and y'all voices are unheard
When they ask about us, one word
Unf-ckwitable, we be in the town too
That's why them boys call us the not-f-cking-around crew
Brooklyn keep on taking it, known to get our divo on
When you touch down, bow down, get your Tebow on
You won't say it in the street, don't say it in your tweets
You won't say it when we meet, don't say it on them beats
Real nigga shit, RNS
Last night was a movie, starring us [Hook:]
[Red Cafe]
All the b!tches say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
The real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
[Red Cafe]
Live b!tches say, "I'm unfuckwitable"
Real niggas say, "I'm unf-ckwitable"
[Fabolous]
Twenty-four seven, three sixty five
How the game dead when I'm still alive?
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Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics
[Hook]
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe the feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you, you
Glory Ooooh Glory [Verse 1 : Jay-Z]
False alarms and false starts
All made better by the sound of your heart
All the pain of the last time
I prayed so hard it was the last time
Your mamma said that you danced for her
Did you wiggle your hands for her?
Glory, Glory, Glory, Sorry
Everything that I prayed for
God's gift, I wish I would've prayed more
God makes no mistakes, I made a few
Rough sledding here and there, but I made it through
I wreak havoc on the world, get ready for part 2
A younger, smarter, faster me
So a pinch of Hov, a whole glass of Bey [Hook]
Glory
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe what I'm feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you [Verse 2 : Jay-Z]
Your grand pop died, a nigga fell yeh
Then he died of liver failure
Deep down he was a good man
God damn, I can't deliver failure
Bad ass Lil Hov
2 years old, shopping on Savile Row
Wicked ass Lil B
Hard not to spoil you rotten looking like little me
The most beautifulest thing in this world
Daddy's little girl
You don't yet know what swag is
But you was made in Paris
And mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you disappeared
But nah, baby you magic (voila)
So there you have it, shit happens
Make sure the plane you on is bigger than your carry on baggage
Everybody goes through stuff
Life is a gift love, open it up
You're a child of destiny
You're the child of my destiny
You're my child with the child from Destiny's Child
That's a hell of a recipe
Glory, Glory, Glory, Sorry [Hook]
Glory
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can't describe what I'm feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you
Posted at 04:31 pm by gurih
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Tuesday, January 17, 2012
(Ft. 2 Chainz & Wale) [Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn't make it, now I'm winning Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I'm back, fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that's that, four Ford in all black
I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you'll think Bruce Springsteen rent that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there, but f-ck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil', this shit real
IPhone and iPad, Amex in my gat
Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon' rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back
All I need is Benzos, riding on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four [Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em [Verse 2 : 2 Chainz]
Me gon hit my boast
Me gon hit my boast
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper like it's my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bail with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage that say, "Foreign only"
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I'm touring
See my shit that fire shit, and yo' shit boring
2 Chainz smoking loud like it's a newborn
Dad wasn't around, my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I'm toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn't matter
I run circles round these niggas' world like Saturn [Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em [Verse 3 : Wale]
Black Foamposites, it's like we on that outer shit
Riding five deep and I'm as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint, mission roof of my new shit
Ironic sense, my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGuire strong
Oakland ain't no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I'm switching lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees fine, a police siren!
Woop woop, nah, that's just Diplo
And you cute, shorty, let's get low
On the low, I'mma talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the night
Horny or white, that's Anglo-Sax [Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition I'm screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I'm screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I'm screaming, "F-ck every witness"
Cause b!tch, I'm big business
I'm screaming f-ck em
Posted at 06:02 pm by gurih
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