Chris Brown
Yellow model chick, yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini, yellow top missing
Yeah, yeah, that shit look like a toupee
I get what you get in ten years, in two days
Ladies love me, I'm on my cool J
If you get what I get, what would you say?
She wax it all off, Mr. Miyagi
And them suicide doors, hari kari
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now, oh look at me now
Yeah, fresh than a motherfucker
Lil nigga bigger than gorilla
'Cause I'm killing every nigga that try to be on my shit
Better cuff your chick if you with her, I can get her
And she accidentally slip and fall on my dick
Oops, I said on my dick
I ain't really mean to say on my dick
But since we talking about my dick
All of you haters say hi to it, I'm done
Ayo Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
When you're doing that thing over there, homie
Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye
Let's go
'Cause I feel like I'm running and I'm feeling like I gotta
Get away, get away, get away
Better know that I don't and I won't ever stop 'cause
You know I gotta win everyday day, go
She didn't really really wanna pop me
Just know that you will never flop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky, no
You ain't never gonna stop me
Every time I come a nigga gotta set it, then I got it go and then I get it
Then I blow it and then I gotta shred it
Any little thing a nigga think that he be doing
'Cause it doesn't matter 'cause I'm gonna dada dada
Then I'm gonna murder every thing and anything
A bada boom a bada bing, I gotta do a lot of things
And make it clearer to a couple niggas that I always win
And I gotta get it again and again and again
And I be doing it to death
And now I move a little foul, a nigga better call a ref
Everybody know my style and niggas know that I'm the the best
When I come to doing this and I'm banging on my chest
And I bang in the east and I bang in the west
And I come to give you more and I never give you less
You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press
Do you really wanna know what's next? Let's go
See the way we all in it, we all up in the race
And you know we gotta go, now try to keep up with the pace
And we struggling and hustling, I said it and I get it
And always gotta do her take her to another place
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut all through his traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
But I know I gotta have it
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now, oh look at me now
Yeah, fresh than a motherfucker
Man fuck these bitch ass niggas, how y'all doing?
I'm Lil Tunechi, I'm a nuisance
I go stupid, I go dumb like the Three Stooges
I don't eat sushi, I'm the shit, no I'm pollution, no substitution
Got a bitch that play in movies in my jacuzzi, pussy juicy
I never gave a fuck about a hater, got money on my radar
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator
You niggas ain't eating, fuck it, tell a waiter
Marley said shoot 'em, and I said okay
If you wanted bullshit then I'm like olé
I don't care what you say, so don't even speak
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil
That's word to my flag, and my flag red
I'm out of my head, bitch, I'm outta my mind, from the bottom I climb
You ain't hotter at mine, nope
Not on my time and I'm not even trying
What's popping Slime? Nothing five
And if they tripping, fuck 'em five
I ain't got no time to shuck and jive
These niggas, they sweet as pumpkin pie
Ciroc and Sprite on a private flight
Bitch I'm enticing, guiding light
And my pockets white and my diamonds white
And my mommas nice and my daddy's dead
You fagots scared 'cause I'm too wild, been here for a while
I was like fuck trial
I puts it down
I'm so young money, if you got eyes, look at me now, bitch
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I'm getting paper
Look at me now, oh look at me now
Yeah, fresh than a motherfucker
Okay
Okay
Is that right?
I'm fresher than a motherfucker
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 the same picture but we all got different poses
Na 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 man I'll see what I find tomorrow
Young Money CMR, Blood like a scar
Weezy F baby and the F aint for "Flaw"
uhhh...
uhhh...
yup! yup! yup! yup!
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
If I knew I was going to jail I would have f-cked my attorney
If you sleeping on me n_gga, than I hope you toss and turning
I'm so cold I'm hypothermic, ask yo bitch she will confirm it
Yeah,
Now what we doing with it
keep opening ya grill, I'm barbecuing with it
I know my shit already tight so I aint screwing with it
Some say this game 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
uhhh,
Yeah
uhhh
and it
Call me killa cuz i make a killing
I got this shit wrapped up...bowin and ribbon
That's them twin Glocks, you can call em sibblings
and them bullets travel, better hope i keep dribbling
I touch the sky, get the clouds out my fingernails
These bitches think they're fly like Tinkerbell
but they all on my wire like string of bell
I let the Bee, you know how that stinger feels
know how to whip that white girl, I can spank her tail
and I fuck up any track, train derail
know how to roll, never need training wheels
and when the truth hurts, I pop pain pills
uhhh, all or nothing, or nothing else
I bleed reality, I should cut myself
just have a bowl of riches, and a cup of wealth
and the "F" is for Fuck yourself
uhhh, 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
Lil Wayne
Verse 1- lil Wayne
I tell her, now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga,
I already know that life is deep but I still dig her.
Niggas is jealous, but really I could care less,
I'm in hells kitchen with an apron and a hair net.
Devil on my shoulders, the lord is my wittness,
So on my lebra scale I'm weighing sins and forgiveness.
What goes around comes around like a hula hoop,
Karma is a bitch, well just make sure that bitch is beautiful.
Life on the edge, I'm dangling my feet,
I tried to pay attention but attention paid me.
Haters can't see me, nose bleed seats,
And today I went shopping, and talk is still cheap.
I rock to the beat of my drum set,
I've been at the top for a while and I ain't jump yet.
( haha )
but I'm, Ray Charles to the bull shit,
Now jump up on that dick and do a full spit.
Chorus 1- Drake
Uhhhh,
She just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back and told me baby it's real,
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel.
I wish we could take of and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal,
Cuz she bad, so maybe she won't,
But sh*t, then again maybe she will.
( yeah )
Do it for the realist niggas in the fucking game right now, she will.
( yeah )
Do it for the realist niggas in the fucking game right now, she will, she will, she will.
( uhh )
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now, she will, she will, she will.
( uhh )
Do it for the realist niggas in the fucking game right now, she will, she will, she will....
Verse 2- lil Wayne
I tell her, now go and pop that pussy for me,
Haters can't see me but them bitches still looking for me.
And you can take that to the bank and deposit that,
Put your 2 cents in, and get a dolla' 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.
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Eat her till she cry, call that wine n dine.
Try to check me and imma have them checking pulses,
They say chose wisely, that's why I was chosen.
Rocking like asphalt, it's the cash fault,
Looked in the face of death, and took his 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 bill shit,
Now hop up on that dick and do a full split.
Verse 2- Drake
Uhhhh,
She just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back and told me baby it's real,
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel.
I wish we could take of and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal,
Cuz she bad, so maybe she won't,
But shit, then again maybe she will.
( yeah )
Do it for the realist niggas in the fucking game right now, she will.
( yeah )
Do it for the realist niggas in the fucking game right now, she will, she will, she will.
( uhh )
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now, she will, she will, she will.
( uhh )
Do it for the realist niggas in the fucking game right now, she will, she will, she will....
Lil Wayne- " ladies and gentlemen, Drizzy! "
Chorus 3- Drake
Uhhhh,
She just started to pop it for a nigga and looked back and told me baby it's real,
And I say I ain't doubt you for a second, I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel.
I wish we could take of and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal,
Cuz she bad, so maybe she won't,
But shit, then again maybe she will.
( yeah )
Do it for the realist niggas in the fucking game right now, she will.
( yeah )
Do it for the realist niggas in the fucking game right now, she will, she will, she will.
( uhh )
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now, she will, she will, she will.
( uhh )
Do it for the realist niggas in the fucking game right now, she will, she will, she will....
lil wayne
[Intro]Man, fuck these niggas
[Hook]Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back
That's all these bitches screaming that Tunechi's back
All eyes on me, nigga picture how I'm rolling
Strapped up with that mac, masked up like a goalie
Mad my bitch on that coke, she snorted 4 and a baby
Now the bitch on/owe me, she selling pussy and pay me
They sayin' Tunechi's back, Tunchi's back
And I bought them twins with me nigga, click and clack, let's go
[Verse]Out on bail, work on the scale
Put some change on your head boy, you're on sale
Yeah I'll see you in hell, pop-pop get well
Make breakfast cause I got, you walking on egg shells
Zan with that lean, I ain't a begging muthafucka
But nigga please and I aim this muthafucka
At your memories and all my niggas bloods
But we make you niggas bleed, yeah, bloody Mary
I'm the one with the money so I ain't the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
I'm triple O.G., Fucus splitting the sweet
Fuck bitches get money, mission complete
Man fuck these niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'em
These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out 'em
Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madonna
But I ain't trippin, her head is a monster
Yeah, we do this for real
Swear to God I never shoot unless I'm shooting to kill
Young wild muthafucka, pop you and a pill
Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
You a dead man, I get to poppin' this bitch
Watch where your head land
I ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a head stand
I'm a dog ho, camo cargo's, semi auto's
My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait 'til my album drop
Lil Wayne
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
Swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia and I am the commissioner
You don't want start Weezy 'cause the F is for finisher
So misunderstood but what's a world without enigma?
Two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
Got the girl twisted 'cause she open when you twist her
Never met the bitch but I fuck her like I missed her
Life is the bitch and death is her sister
Sleep is the cousin, what a fuckin' family picture
You know father time, we all know Mother Nature
It's all in the family but I am of no relation
No matter who's buying, I'm a celebration
Black and white diamonds, fuck segregation
Fuck that shit, my money up, you niggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you niggas just runner ups
I don't feel I done enough so I'ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
Six foot, seven foot, eight foot bunch
I'm going back in
Okay, I lost my mind, it's somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don't understand me
Had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
But hoes gon' be hoes so I couldn't blame Tammy
Just talked to Moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self-defense
Swear man, I be seeing through these niggas like sequins
Niggas think they He-Man, pow, pow, the end
Talking to myself because I am my own consultant
Married to the money, fuck the world, that's adultery
You full of shit, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
Young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
Stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
Mind so sharp, I fuck around and cut my head off
Real nigga all day and tomorrow
But these muthafuckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
Glass half empty, half full, I'll spill ya
Try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I'ma ball 'til they turn off the field lights
The fruits of my labor I enjoy 'em while they still ripe
Bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
If these niggas animals then I'ma have a mink soon
Tell 'em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth but I guess that's a foreign language to y'all
And I call it like I see it and my glasses on
But most of y'all don't get the picture 'less the flash is on
Satisfied with nothing
You don't know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
Paper chasing, tell that paper, "Look, I'm right behind ya"
Bitch, real G's move in silence like lasagna
People say I'm borderline crazy, sorta kinda
Woman of my dreams, I don't sleep so I can't find her
You niggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
Yeah, with a swag you would kill for
Money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
Jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
Tell 'em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell
Word to my mama, I'm out of my lima bean
Don't wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
Llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
Now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you niggas that's tryin' to front and see
Son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you niggas the son of me
Pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
Disturb me and you'll be all over the flow like Luda
Bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I'm bald like Cuba
And I keep a killer ho, she gon' blow right through ya
I be macking 'bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
Shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
Niggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these niggas out they mind
I done told these fuck niggas, so many times
That I keep these bucks steady on my mind
Tuck these, I fuck these on your mind, pause
To feed them on my grind, did I get a little love?
Keep throwing my sign in the middle
Hit 'em up, piece on my side,
'Cause ain't no peace on my side, bitch
I'm a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I'm shooting when the funeral outside
I'm uptown, thoroughbred, a BX nigga, ya heard?
Gunna
Lil Wayne
.44 bulldog, my motherfucking pet
I point it at you and tell that motherfucker, fetch
I'm fucking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get pussy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat
When I was in jail she let me call her collect
But if she get greedy, I'ma starve her to death
Top down, it's upset
Been fucking the world and nigga, and I ain't cum yet
You fuck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck
The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet
The guns are drawn and I ain't talking about a sketch
I pay these niggas with a reality check
Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best
This game is a bitch, I got my hand up her dress
The money don't sleep, so Weezy can't rest
And AK47 is my fucking address
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Big black nigga and an icy watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch, I got a Nike shop
Count the profits, you could bring them in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans, kick them off they might be hot, swish
I'm swimming in the yellow bitch
In the red, 9-11 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch nigga sit down
Thought he were bulletproof 'til he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a nigga dope
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby, I'm the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected, got killers off in Chicago
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
I got a chopper in the car
Yeah, load up the choppers like it's December 31st
Roll up and cock it, and hit them niggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I'm talking all brown linen, huh
Talk stupid get your head popped
I got that Esther, bitch, I'm Red Fox
Big B's, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
You're fucking with a nigga who don't give a fuck
Empty the clip, then roll the window up
Pussy niggas sweet, you niggas Cinnabon
I'm in a red bitch, she say she finnin' cum
Two hundred thou' on a chain, I don't need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, Y-M-C-M-B
Bitch ass nigga, pussy ass nigga
I see you looking with your looking ass nigga
You don't know the rules, kill them all and keep moving
If I die today, it'd be a holiday
I'm not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
So don't make it come alive
Rip your ass apart, then I put myself together
Y-M-C-M-B, Double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet, the more that bitch going to bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini 'til I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, papa gave me forty bricks
Son of a bitch, then I made a great escape
Ain't it funny, mama? Only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I'm Santa Claus
Niggas gather around, got gifts for each and all of y'all
Take it home and let it bubble, that's the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you fucking up
It's a cold world, I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, motherfucker huddle up
I'm not a star, somebody lied
I got a chopper in the car, yeah
Lil Wayne
[Intro]Man, fuck these niggas
[Hook]Tunechi's back, Tunechi's back
That's all these bitches screaming that Tunechi's back
All eyes on me, nigga picture how I'm rolling
Strapped up with that mac, masked up like a goalie
Mad my bitch on that coke, she snorted 4 and a baby
Now the bitch on/owe me, she selling pussy and pay me
They sayin' Tunechi's back, Tunchi's back
And I bought them twins with me nigga, click and clack, let's go
[Verse]Out on bail, work on the scale
Put some change on your head boy, you're on sale
Yeah I'll see you in hell, pop-pop get well
Make breakfast cause I got, you walking on egg shells
Zan with that lean, I ain't a begging muthafucka
But nigga please and I aim this muthafucka
At your memories and all my niggas bloods
But we make you niggas bleed, yeah, bloody Mary
I'm the one with the money so I ain't the one with the gun
All I do is give the word to the one with the gun
I'm triple O.G., Fucus splitting the sweet
Fuck bitches get money, mission complete
Man fuck these niggas, I ain't worried 'bout 'em
These niggas pure pussy, pull a pearl out 'em
Yeah, I got a virgin I call her Madonna
But I ain't trippin, her head is a monster
Yeah, we do this for real
Swear to God I never shoot unless I'm shooting to kill
Young wild muthafucka, pop you and a pill
Boy instead of writing raps you should be writing your will
You a dead man, I get to poppin' this bitch
Watch where your head land
I ain't right I swear to God, I need my head scanned
Stand up and eat that pussy while she on a head stand
I'm a dog ho, camo cargo's, semi auto's
My bitch sniff more lines than a barcode
Wish I could take a shot of Ciroc with Pac
Sorry for the wait 'til my album drop
Lil Wayne
Dana texted me and say she wanna see me
Than sent a picture of her in the mirror
No clothes on, of course
And she want that dope dick
Hello, world, I'm the dope dealer
I love it when she talk crazy
That dick make her walk crazy
That last time was awesome
All the lines we crossed them
I ain't a killer but don't push me.
I OJ Simpsoned that pussy
That's the shit, pussy taste so good
Make you smack your lips.
I don't know bbout you, but I'm a beast with mine
She said she wait for the Carter 69
I told her "Sorry 4 The Wait"
I value her time like an Audemars-Piguet
And we gonna stay current like the water in the lake
Yeah, we gonna walk around like we f-cking in a circle
Pardon the slur, that's the purple
It feels so real like it's virtual
Any kind of position, she's versatile
And she take it every way except personal
Yeah that's my bitch, p-ssy wetter than a wishing well
I wish I was in it right now instead of making this song
Hut one, hut two, I run it in the endzone
Don't trip when I say I can't see you
And she say she working on her career
Smoke got her eyes looking like she from Korea
We floating but I'mma rock the boat like Aaliyah
RIP, shorty got me
Shorty knows I f-cks with a hard body
Shorty fine by me
Spend some time by me
It's a jungle out there, come and climb my tree
I know it's on your mind, fine
We can do whatever that is
She tell me that it's mine, I said fine.
Shit, I was taught to live and let live. So live it up baby
Giddiup baby, it's your world, ain't trying to interrupt
But maybe we moving too fast
But f-ck it, let's crash
One day we gonna have to leave our love in the past
But for now I feel lovely, I feel great
I Slide in: safe
Yeah yeh, all that good shit
No I ain't a player, I just play it by the bullshit
And I know what I'm doing and she loves how I do it
She throw that ass back and she never over-do it
She call me "baby" and I call her "Bay"
Sorry for the wait, Carter 4 on the way!
August 29th..
