Tyga:
High in the video, fuck with me, hella raw
Raw got a little riddle, riddle, twerk for a star
Started from the, like Christina, got a million
Man I'm a good guy, turned to a vill-i-an
Bully in the pack turned to a rat
Pussy on my jack, I hit a bitch with a car bomb
Bombs in L.A., bombs in the Bay
Nigga you ain't safe, I run with niggas like O-Dog
All we do is ball, all we do is ball, now I'm passed out
Lean in the drop, ice in the watch
Nigga, that's Ben & Jerry dollars, watch a nigga make a stack house
Gingerbread man run while you can
All you niggas lame, tooly on me, got killers on speed dial
Infrared blam if a nigga shout
Don't get packed out, pro'ly hear the paparazzi when I back out
Can you see now? Are you senile?
Can you see now? You could see now?
Can you see now? Can you see now?
Can you see now? When you see a nigga, don't be actin' senile
Nicki Minaj:
Sky dweller check, helicopter pad
Droppin' off a body bag
Money talk, guess I got the gift of gab
Don't interject, don't intercept
You ain't on a jet, you ain't meet a bitch with this kinda money yet
Yeah, I got an Audemar, I ain't set the time once
And I know they say they shine, I ain't seen 'em shine once
All these rappers is my sons, and I'm always nine months
Man if this was baseball, I ain't let 'em slide once
Do you see now? You playin' D now?
Oh, you wanna beat me, how?
Oh, you the number one draft in the league now?
Ride down ya block, doors twelve o'clock
Lambo, the drop, bike niggas, ain't stoppin' for a cop
I got this shit locked tighter than a bear hug
When them bitches rap, niggas need an ear plug
Can you see now? Are you senile?
Can you see now? You could see n
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I like my seat down low and my window slighty
Crack'd ridin wit a bad hoe and her girlfriend in the back. I
Like to get real high and neva look back and u don't wanna try me don't
I look strapped
I come from the hardest city ain't nobody
F**kin wit it got a black and gold sole and a fresh new
Orleans fitted , a collared polo and a pair of bally
Bucks young money muthaf**ka know ya worried
Bout us cash money muthaf**ka see im all I trust
Neva had my jaw broken but his jaw i bust and i
Probly got ya girlfriend on my bus wat happened
On my bus stays on my bus and that white widow
Weed out the jar is a must if u gimme a cigar than
A cigar i bust put that white widow weed in the
Cigar and puff look ma im tryin to make a prono
Starrin us well not just us a couple foreign sluts
We could amke the summer manal n trallin ya'll
And i be wit jim jones and we be ballin ballin yea
Baby we ballin like rawlin and spaldin pint of dj
Screw and that hawiian i am leannin like a three
Legged lion climbin right to the top of the mutha-
Fukcin mountain countin i'm gonna need an accountant
To count it, manny got this f**kin beat poundin it's
Poundin but it was just lost until i found it, found it
Stole it like a scoundrel holly grove hounded put
This bitch to sleep f**kin rite i nite gowned it
Niggas talking shit tell them niggas pipe down
Bitch bloods in the building and every body sound-
Les beatin up the track like a muthaf**kin round fist
Blind, deaf or crazy i will spit like a long kiss
I am just a martian ain't nobody else on this
Planet i know see i live by my only where my
Cheese nigga where my macaroni baby i get up
In that ass and act a donkey candy on candy nigga
Gripin the grain see i am the only fire that can
Live in the rain i am s
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((Verse 1))
They know where Carter at
Straight off the launchin’ pad
Marchin’ on the moon
MuthaF**ka I been to Mars and back
Cleaner than Laundromats
Jumpin’ in somthin’ from other countries’
companies junkie u cannot order that
I flew there and took the water back
Oughta go to iraq and getta a car wit gas an’ tell dem crackas war wit that
All I need is a auto-matic-tic-BOOM
I’m a goon, I go zoom, smell the fumes, from the vrooms…
Young toon in the room gimmie room, all u doomed by ensumes,
And get all my chips into blooms, I will never be another groom
Unless I assume, the bitch ain’t givin’ up the womb
To him in whom M.O.B. let me bloom, let me boom,
I pop early like firecrackers in the last week of June
I’m gettin’ my lunch like Noon…I gotta eat
ScarFace wit diamond teeth…Ha-Ha
((Hook))
…On tha fo’realla muh nigga jus’ call me SCARFACE…x3
…Nobody Know My Name, They Only Know My Face…
…On tha fo’realla muh nigga jus’ call me SCARFACE…
…Nobody Know My Name, They Only Know My Face…
…On tha fo’realla muh nigga jus’ call me SCARFACE…
((Verse 2))
Protect Me From My Friends
I can take care of my enemies
I come from where da niggas jus’ kill to save energy
Sorry world but my mommy told me where the clinic be
So if u try to mimic me u prolly catch some sick disease
Six degrees leanin’ on dat prometh-th-th-th-th-sine
I’m a centipede these men move at women speed
I’m bout my…
“Spinach”
“Cheese”
“Dough”
“Cheddar”
“Fetti”
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[Chorus x2:]
Rubber Burnin Turnin Corners Beatin Like A Congo [x2]
Drop Top Flip Flop Shine As The Chrome Glow
Blowin Dro On 24's Livin How The Song Goes
Rubber Burnin Yeap Yeap Yeap Yeap
We Keep That
Rubber Burnin Yea Yea Yea Yea
We Sayin
Drop Top Flip Flop Shine As The Chrome Glow
Blowin Dro On 24's Livin As The Song Goes
Dipset... Santana
[Verse 1:]
Aye Straight Of Thr Lots How I Get Mine
Pick Mine
Car Clean Lookin Like It Jus Been Spit Shine
24 Inches On His
Rims Big
Bout The Size Of A Two Year Old Kid, Ya Dig?
Plus U-Turnin In Da S-550
Look Like Im U-Turnin In Da Jet
Why Did He Do That When He Jus Cant Do
Why Did He Come Back
Im Jus Frontin How U? How U?
Haha
Devo On My Side
While The Tires Burnin
I'll Be Burnin
Im Skoolin These Niggas
This Wut U Call Higher Learnin (Yup)
So Listenin Up Grab A Chair, Have A Seat
Crack A Beer, Smoke A Blunt
Watch Me The Captins Here
Louie Vutton Sneaks On The Pedal
Do A Hundred For A Mile
Like My Feet Went To Sleep On The Pedal
And No Longer Am I Gonna Pop Tags Off My Clothes
Dudes Need To Know I Spent Big Cash On My Clothes
No Cash On My Hoes, I Just Pass On My Hoes
Till My Niggas Let Em Hit It
Then They Get Passed On Some More
Got My System On Dunk
And Its Rattlin The Trunk
Niggas Know How I Get Down
They Just Glad It Aint Da Punk Bangin
Rubber Burnin Turnin Corners Beatin Like A Congo [x2]
Drop Top Flip Flop Shine As The Chrome Glow
Blowin Dro On 24's Livin How The Song Goes
Rubber Burnin
Rubber Burnin
Drop Top Flip Flop Shine As The Chrome Glow
Blowin Dro On 24's Livin As The Song Goes
[Verse 2:]
Yea
I Cant Feel My Face
Cocky In Da Coupe But The
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I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
And I don't give a fuck but I got to, I got to yeah yeah
They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut
And that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
We fuck and crash that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
OK, fuck my hand, suck my thumb
Be a lady and buy me lunch
Send me cards, make me read
But don't send me no flowers unless it's weed
Cause I'm that nigga, she said I'm that nigga
She ain't got a man but act like I'm that nigga
She check my phone, what's that about?
Any other ho I would've cursed her ass out
But that's romance, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
She kiss my ankle when I twist my ankle
She even did anal when she don't do anal
My bitch, I'm thankful, let's hold hands (Can we?)
Let's slow dance (Shall we?)
And we gon' be like 1, 2... 1, 2
She said I'm the one, girl you the one too
I stand up in that pussy like a sunroof
Yeah
I always do you favors, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
I fucked you on your job, that's romance, that's romance, that's romance
And I don't give a fuck but I got to, I got to yeah yeah
They say the best part of waking up is breakfast after a nut
OK, now give me coochie at my mama's crib
On Thanksgiving everybody's listening
All your home girl's bad and they're our guest
Let 'em all in and I'll play chef
That's romance cause we so real
She said she can not take the pain, if it ain't a pill
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Uh, Umm, Weezy ya'll,
Young Money, Cash Money,
This is, the Drought 3
Ladies and gentlemen, You know me,
You know I ride for my motherfunkin' niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
They tell me dont get high, n i should try to make a living,
I tell em imma hustler n id rather make a killin
My eyes is so wide as he watchin the skillet,
I let my bitch bag it, if she steal it, imma kill her,
I bulletproof the ride, now I feel like armadillas,
And f**k ya, hot spitta, young money, we the realest,
And I aint gotta lie when I tell you im the illest,
My flow is nasty, like C Y Phyllis,
Self made G, and them bitches know the business.
Relying on rap, but in the kitchen I'm a chemist,
And when I was 5, my favorite movie was the gremlins
Aint got shit to do with this, but I just thought that I should mention,
You looking for devine and the little intervention,
And them birds don't fly, without my permission,
I'm probably in the sky, flying with the fishes,
Or maybe in the ocean, swimming with the pigeons,
See my world is different,
Like Dwayne Wayne,
And if you want trouble, bitch, I want the same thang,
And you know that imma ride with my motherf**kin niggas,
Most likely imma die with my finger on the trigga,
Don't worry bout mine, imma grind til i get it
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And tell all of my niggas that the sky is the limit
Cuz the sky is the limit,
The sky is the limit,
And if you look high, you see that im goin be in it
The sky is the limit,
B
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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
AK on my night stand, right next to that Bible
But I swear with these fifty shots I'll shoot it out with five-o,
Pockets gettin' too fat, no weight watchers, no lipo,
Money talks, bullshit walks on a muthafuckin' tight rope,
And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pussy out cold,
Nigga, you get beat the crap out, but that's just how the dice roll,
These hoes want that hose pipe so I give all these hoes pipe,
She get on that dick and stay on all night like porch lights.
Let's do it, fuck talkin', we out here we ballin,
And I'm sprayin' that on these rusty niggas like WD-40,
We fucked up, we Truk'd up, no if, and's or but fucks,
Bitch niggas go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that's fucked up.
But my hoes down, my cups up, my niggas down for whatever,
These bitches think they're too fly, well, tell ‘em hoes, I pluck feathers,
I'm Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit fuck Gucci,
She's blowin' kisses at me with her pussy lips, smooches.
And that's 2 Chainz...
[Chorus: 2 Chainz: x2]
Look at you, now look at us,
All my niggas look rich as fuck!
All my niggas live rich as fuck!
All my niggas look rich as fuck!
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Never talk to the cops, I don't speak Pig Latin,
I turn the penny to a muthafuckin' Janet Jackson,
Tell the bitches that be hatin', I ain't got no worries,
I just wanna hit and run like I ain't got insurance.
Ho, what's yo name? What's yo sign? Zodiac Killer,
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter,
Yeah, murder one-eighty-seven,
I be killin' them bitches, I hope all dogs go to heaven,
And I got Xanax, Percocet, promethazine with codeine,
Call me Mr. Sandman, I'm sellin' all these hoes dreams,
Got a w
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[Lil' Wayne]
What what what
What what what
What what what
Listen, listen
When.. I come through.. bustin'
Everybody on.. tha block be.. run-nin'
Weezy Wayne, Hot Boy, I.. be.. thug-gin'
Got.. them.. things.. ten up, keep.. hustlin'
Catch me at tha shop, I will.. be.. there
And my prices stay low, I keep.. it.. there
And if you want it raw, I got.. it.. right.. here
And if you want war, I am.. your.. nigh-tmare
This is all I know, it's bang bang
I hustle and slang slang
My block.. I hang hang
Who am I? Lil' Wayne, man
I represent CMB
My cell is ten in heat
I usually get in beef
Was taught that it's him or me
I pop head-bustas quick
I rock here for my brick
I chop that, I'ma (?)
My shop here (????)
I always.. thug in black
And always.. bustin' gats
Your girly's.. f**kin' back
Now how you... lovin' that
Chorus: Juvenile (repeat 2X)
Hot Boys wodie, respect us
Representin' Team Cash-Money Re-cords
It's warfare, you betta, vest up
But if you ain't scared, they blow, your sets up
[Lil' Wayne]
Listen, listen
I give it to 'em how they ask me
Raw and nasty
Tha AK, I pack it
Believe I'm 'bout that action
Slash a busta like a fraction
I'm on that yolla
Standin' on tha corner with one sleeve over my shoulder
Ride on your block, I see a dozen of weak jerks
Now it's time for your momma ta order a dozen of T-shirts
For only half-a brick
I'll blast tha fifty
And I ain't gon' stop shootin' 'til I jam tha clip
Yeah, I'm a small creeper, what
But it's about ta get ugly
Ya'll betta call people up
I'm about ta start shovin' my sawed-off between you
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[Chorus: Young Jeezy (Screwed & Chopped)] [x2]
I represent for the South
My residence is the shore
couple golds in my mouth
Bring my dance and my charm
I'm as hot as it get
I'm the youngest in charge
and ya oughta show some respect
I represent for da South
[Rick Ross:]
I'm not a slim thug, I'm a fat mack
I don't give a f**k, I'll push ya hat back
Still sellin' dubs nigga, that's fact
You can hit me on the cell pimp, that's that
I had to pawn my chain to grab a half ounce
10 years later, time for me to cash out
You dealin' wit a dope dealin' dictator
F**k traffickin' nigga, I get the shit catered
See the clique tailored, only the Gucci shit
I f**ks wit' Damon, I'm in the movies kid
My mom reminisce on a late nights
When I used to reel em in wit da straight white
Now I'm 6, 17 with a li'l Beamer
First foreign car, far from a lil' dreamer
Daddy severed his relationship
I think momma quit 'im cuz he wasn't makin shit
[Chorus:]
[Lil' Wayne:]
Money to be made best believe a nigga glockin'
I run it myself like a quarterback option
I pitch 'er ten g's, tell a bitch to go shoppin
She buy herself some clothes and she brought me back on chopper
Niggas try'na kick it but no I don't play soccer
I'm all about my cake, I'm try'na marry Betty Crocker
A package on the way you know my whip game proper
And off of one key, I see seventy thousand dollars
Now I was shootin dice, smokin on a joint
I bet wit' Yo Gotti he hit five straight points
We over here hustlin, we over here grindin
You rap bout money and a nigga might sign you
Rap bout me and a nigga might find you
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[Lil' Wayne]
Can... they remember... me?
Lil' Wee... zy
[B.G.]
Make 'em remember (Haaa!) ya nigga
Let these niggas know your (Look!) background nigga (Look!)
Let 'em (Look!) know your (Look!) background!
Let 'em know how you've been for a while
[Lil' Wayne]
All I was taught was murder murder
Kill drama and nothin' less
I strap tha Smith Wess and bust.. it in they chest
I had ta hustle hustle hustle hustle
Had ta struggle for success
Hid grams in girls' breasts, stick bricks.. under they dress
Them niggas there with me fooli'
Me, I'm full of that dilly
Hope when I catch them slippin'
Him and they daddy's trippin'
Shorty can hold it down
Shorty be totin' rounds
Smellin' like a pound on school grounds
Shorty, wow
Hair... all over my head
Bandana 'round my brain
Eyes bloodshot red
Briches down to my legs
Guns up in my trench
When niggas playin', they get drenched
My pockets is full of lead
So, nigga, stay off tha ben
I'm young with bad nerves
Since I lost my partna, I've been troubled, hurt in this 'burb
So I'on't even hesitate ta leave 'em on tha curb
And wet dem niggas' shirt
Nigga, get 'em full of birds
Tell them niggas, Geezy!
(Chorus, [B.G.])
Remember he? Tha little G, never die
Took one to tha chest, but Weeze Wee never die
Remember he? Tha little G, never die
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