Tyga Feat Lil Wayne – Faded Lyrics

[tyga]
young nino, f-ck a bitch in a peacoat
carlito, scarface, al pacino
bun b though, pimp c, r.i.p though
i goes deep in that p-ssy, dan marino
she wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own single
break a bitch hard, no future miss cleo
snap back, au-au-automatic reload
flyer than a f-ck-ng beatle, you can’t beat ‘em
vampire f-ck up your evening
i pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
don’t believe it, stripe like a f-cking adidas
the gun selena, give a n-gga beiber fever
real f-ck-ng hot, put it in park
take a shot, higher than a tube sock
you a bop, give me top top, as i load the guap
man these n-ggas say i’m fly but to her i’m god

[hook]
i’m faded faded faded
my n-gga i’m faded faded faded (x7)

and i don’t give a f-ck

[tyga]
f-ck is up, n-gga’s stomping in my chucks
yeah i make it rain dear, cause i’m all ’bout my bucks
use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her cunt
and i put her in her hole, holy, one, quat quat
ergggh
super mcnasty, why you mclovin
when the b-tch call me daddy
pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me
treat her like a dog, called the b-tch lassy
young savvy, bang her like cincinatti
above average, f-fly like i’m aladdin
they bend backwards, done the p-ssy at them
i’m ben wallace, dunk up in your basket
balls in the air, no games, i’m serious, double dare
there’s too many b-tches, why these n-ggas wanna stare
pat ron up in here, this ain’t no beer

[hook]

[lil' wayne]
mama, there go that monster
abracadabra, magic johnson
my mutherf-cking doctor, said i need a doctor
so i called house, now i am a pill popper
faded like skinnys, young money we winning
i told her if i change, she won’t get a penny
milking this shit, pregnant bitch tities
bringing home the bacon, i’m f-ckin’ miss piggy
loaded like a semi, semi naked pictures
she knows my d-ck, she call it nigga richard
prior to me coming, i had to stick my thumb in
i asked one time, smell my finger make you vomit
flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit i worn it
she tried to jack me off, can’t beat it, join it
tunechi, punechi, that what she call it
flag scarlett, i killed it, mourned it

[hook]

Tyga Feat Lil Wayne – Faded Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Talk 2 Me Song Lyrics

that’s all i ask you down the ..
if you want it you can get it
all you gotta do is get me in this ..
i know it’s been a .. and you ain’t got time forgive me
but i come into my senses i was wrong
when you row like me on you .. like me
you will wake up all alone and you will see
.. i met a old time low ..talk no more
i want you back i need you girl ‘cause i, i know.

talk 2 me, talk 2 me though
walk with me, walk with me ..
i know you …
how can we … something so perfect so fluent
we was young, we was dumb
we ain’t …
but now that we older, older,
let’s take this things slower, slower
reset the button, button
and start it over, over
i cannot stop what i feel you ain’t ..
i ain’t go lie to you girl, i want you out of myself
..take you ..swear ..never been before
…

no matter where i go, no matter who i’m with
i’ll always think of you ‘cause you’re the ..
i love your body girl, there’s no deny in that
…
i keep you up on night, you know i get it right
i give it to you fast and slow and ..
so give you one more chance
now how you roll it if we pick up where we go
and we can finish what we start girl.

Lil Wayne – Talk 2 Me Song Lyrics

Lil Wayne – You Da Shit Song Lyrics

[hook]
show em what you got baby
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, believe that
fuck these other bitches don’t trip
you’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

i know you hustle baby, i ain’t gotta tell ya
you can give it everything but they take it if you let em
but bills don’t stop so you keep the money coming
cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin
damn the way you move you’re body girl you know your gonna get it
how the fuck you else you going where the shoe ain’t fitted?
say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver
throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later

[hook]
now show em what you got girl
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, you know
fuck these other bitches don’t trip
you’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

then pick up all this money, i know you don’t mind
go on take it to the back and count every single dime

go on show em what you got girl
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give

with your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower
so when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder
cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider
you in it for the commission
every muthafuckin dollar

the way that body movin’ it’s hard to understand
you ain’t never been a bitch to execute without the plan
i ain’t never seen a market supply without demand
fuck credit baby tell em broke niggas stop playing

gun snooze off, just take them shoes off
let me get that all, how that body so soft
cause you know it’s gon count baby if you gon give it
and know it ain’t a life if we don’t live it

[hook]
baby go on show em what you got girl
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, yaa diiig!
fuck these other bitches don’t trip
you’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

and pick up all this money, i know you on your grind
go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
go on show em what you got girl
show em you the shit
yeah throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give, ya dig!

you the shit, you the shit
yeah mami
you the shit, you the shit
uh huh
you the shit, you the shit
yeah mami
you the shit

[hook]
show em what you got baby
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, ya dig!
fuck these other bitches don’t trip
you’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

and pick up all this money, i know you on your grind
go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
go on show em what you got baby
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give

[hook]
show em what you got baby
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna stick, ya dig!
fuck these other bitches don’t trip
you’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

and pick up all this money, i know you on your grind
go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
go on show em what you got baby
show em you the shit
go on throw it to the wall, baby something gonna give
hear that

Lil Wayne – You Da Shit Song Lyrics

Lil Wayne – Show Em What You Got Song Lyrics

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, believe that
F-ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n-ggas cut the check

I know you hustle baby I aint gotta tell ya
You can give it everything but they take it if you let em
But, bills don’t stop so you keep the money coming
Cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin
The way you move you’re body girl you know your gonna get it
How the f-ck you else you going where the shoe ain’t fitted?
Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver
Throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, something gonna stick, believe that
F-ck these other bitches, don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n-ggas cut the check

Goin pick up all this money, I know you don’t mind
Go on take it to the back and count every single dime

Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna give

With your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower
So when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder
Cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider
You in it for the commission
Every muthaf-cking dollar

The way that body movin’ it’s hard to understand
You aint never been a bitch to execute without the plan
I aint never seen a mark supplier without demand
And f-ck credit baby tell em broke n-ggas stop playing

Gun snooze off?, just take them shoes off
Let me get that all, that body so soft
Cause you know it’s gon count baby if you gon give it
And know it aint a life if you don’t live it, baby

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig!
F-ck these other bitches, don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n-ggas cut the check

And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, something gonna give, yaa diiig!

You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit, you the shit
Uh huh
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig!
F-ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n-ggas cut the check

And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, yaa diiig!

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig!
F-ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n-ggas cut the check

Pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Go on, show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, hear dat!!

Lil Wayne – Show Em What You Got Song Lyrics

Rick Ross Feat. Lil Wayne – 9 Piece Remix Lyrics

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Suave house, still independant
Distribution Mexican
He still sending
No contract, take my word
Send a hundred packs bitch
Them my birds
Shoe box, no shoes in ‘em
In the two seater, me and two women
No Def Jam, went solo
Took the custy’s price so low

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
It’s Lil Tunechi
Wattup doe?
I’m talking white girl, Marilyn Monroe
And I can get em for the sweet sixteen
Hard doe, call it HD Flat screen
F-ck outta here, no shit water whip
you got that tan though, look like a Florida bitch
Automatic leave you dead in the living room
Get it? Leave ‘em dead in the Living room
F-ck all these n-ggas and tell them bitches, to kiss my ass
I put a pistol to his head tell that n-gga have a blast
F-ck you mean, I’m talking keys like Ray Charles
Rack ‘em up, pool table full of 8 balls
Yeh

[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

Rick Ross Feat. Lil Wayne – 9 Piece Remix Lyrics

Lil Wayne Feat. Gudda Gudda – That’s What They Call Me Song Lyrics

[Lil Wayne - Verse 1]
Man, I aint got nothing but some p-ssy and some paper
I keep a bad bitch like a muthaf-cking laker
I don’t love them hoes, f-ck that p-ssy till its aching
Pass a bitch like Troy Aikman
Man, gangsta’s don’t die, gangsta’s go to Vegas
We don’t need no navigation, we go where the money takes us
Muthaf-cking fools, like the first of f-cking April
I aint never been a p-ssy, have you ever been in p-ssy
Thats so muthaf-cking good, feel like a treasure in a p-ssy
I’m a shovel in a p-ssy, or devil to them p-ssy
Spill the champagne on them p-ssies
Yeah, same shit different rest room
Stop playing, I turn ya chest into a flesh wound
Ha, you would never guess who in my guest room
Now they saying “just me Tune!”

[Hook]
Tunechi, that what they call me man
Bitch dog muthaf-cker, you’s a Pomeranian
They say f-ck me, then Karma came
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name

And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name
in my momma name…guns in my momma name
And since my case, I got my guns in my momma name

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
I’m smoked out, I’m by myself
Bithc, I’m a king no matter how the cards are dealt
It’s Young Money or it’s take money
Long hair don’t care, call me jake sully
Pay me or pay for me
I tell em hoes stay on ya toes, ballet for me
Momma pray for me
Goons spray for me
I have em bring me your head on a tray for me
Cut the brain raw, p-ssy ass n-gga I’m at your chest like a training bra
Tune talk that shit that rip straight through the kevlar
Pull a bitch over, dump his ass in a reservour
Real n-gga repertoire
Add five or six blunts to the head, it helps
Reportin’ live from the top of the food chain
We eatin man, now what my name?
Tunchi, yep! That what they call me man

[Hook]

[Gudda Gudda]
Gudda Gudda, double G, it’s all the same
The game aint never been the same since the Carter came
And I stay high bitch, fly like the largest plane
You Captain save a ho, cuffin like a sargeant man
Duck tap eon the handle of my pistol n-gga
And I don’t spit no more I drool like a retarded man
Shawty on my lap, watch me pump pump up the party man
Dont you hold a grudge cause your bitch chose me, I’m sorry man
Young n-gga with old school, game like an Atari man
Thats your ho callin’ man
I’m Gudda Gudda bitch, thats what they call me man

[Hook]

Lil Wayne Feat. Gudda Gudda – That’s What They Call Me Song Lyrics

Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross – John Song Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet
I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch
I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p-ssy, 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 f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!
You f-ck 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 aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas 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
An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh

[Rick Ross]
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

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Big black n-gga, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I’m swimming in the yellow bitch, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a bitch n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop Palmolive in a n-gga 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

[Rick Ross]
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

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts
If I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I’m red fox
Big bee’s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, dead clocks
Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
P-ssy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun
I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum
200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let Chiquita speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
Bitch ass n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it’d be a holiday

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don’t make it come alive
Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus
N-ggas gather round, got gifts for 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 f-cking up
It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up

[Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
Yeah

Lil Wayne Feat. Rick Ross – John Song Lyrics

Jennifer Lopez Feat. Lil Wayne – I’m Into You Song Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
Hi, I’m Tune, the man on the moon
I live on the beach, get the sand out ya shoes
And all of that changed since I met you
So we can leave that old shit in the restroom
Ok, I’m into you, like you never knew
I’m falling for you baby, I need a parachute
So wet, I need a wetsuit
You’re way too fly, I could be ya jet fuel
Now tell me what you like
I like what you tell me
And if you understand me, you can overwhelm me
It’s too late, it’s too late
Every finish line is the beginning of a new race
Young Money!

[J Lo]
You got me and I could not defend it
I tried but I had to surrender
Your style got me under the spell
Let me no other choice but to get down

It’s too late, it’s too late
It’s too late, it’s too late
You got it, you got it
You got it, you got it

When I look into your eyes, it’s over
You got me hooked with your love controller
I’m trippin’ and I could not get over
I feel lucky like a four leaf clover

I’m into you, I’m into you
I’m into you, yeaaah
I’m into you, I’m into you
I’m into you, yeaaah

Nana nananana nana-na-eh
Nana nananana nana-na-eh

Listen, now I’m strong baby I bring the fire on
Sharp shooter you can call me the zion
I’m not the one easy to get to
But all that changed, baby when I met you

It’s too late, it’s too late
It’s too late, it’s too late
You got it, you got it
You got it, you got it

When I look into your eyes, it’s over
You got me hooked with your love controller
I’m trippin’ and I could not get over
I feel lucky like a four leaf clover

I’m into you, I’m into you
I’m into you, yeaaah
I’m into you, I’m into you
I’m into you, yeaaah

Nana nananana nana-na-eh
Nana nananana nana-na-eh

I’m not burning and I’m feeling you boy
Get it on if you feeling my world now
I love the way that you moving
And I’m listening to how you grooving
So if you need me, just call on the cruise
We can be whatever that you want in the news
Boy, cause I’m on it and you on it
So we just tell me now

When I look into your eyes, it’s over
You got me hooked with your love controller
I’m trippin’ and I could not get over
I feel lucky like a four leaf clover

I’m into you, I’m into you
I’m into you, yeaaah
I’m into you, I’m into you
I’m into you, yeaaah

Nana nananana nana-na-eh
Nana nananana nana-na-eh

I’m into you, I’m into you
I’m into you, yeaaah baby
I’m into you, I’m into you
I’m into you, yeaaah

Jennifer Lopez Feat. Lil Wayne – I’m Into You Song Lyrics

Birdman Feat. Lil Wayne, Mack Maine & T-Pain – I Get Money Song Lyrics

[T-Pain - Chorus]
Hey heh, hey heh
I’m gettin’ money on the streets
Hey
You n-ggas don’t know how to eat
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I turn a diamond to a dollar
If you know how to hustle n-gga holla
Hey
Brrrrr-r-r-eh-eh-eh-eh
I do it how I does it
I get it from my cousin
And you know who I am
Homie it don’t really matter what you say
Say eh, say eh, say eh
Bitch I’m gettin money

[Birdman]
We the business
Coming through shining
Blew a couple of hundreds
Big timing all the time, n-gga been stuntin
Pearl white Maybach, n-gga spent a mill
Bugatti for 2, on the hill
Shining with my strap in my right pocket
Hundred thousand a day on that sky rocket
From round the block doing this shit round the clock
Million dollar n-gga doing this sh-t non-stop
Swagged out, big dogging on a private flight
Popping bottles, celebrating living life
Blowing big, freelander down ?
YMCMB n-gga, rich gang

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Mack Maine]
Ugh, big dawg shit n-gga
I’m on my feet like dog shit n-gga
Tell em hatin’ n-ggas miss me with that hatin’ shit
And tell them bitches, my dick got a waiting list
I ain’t trippin n-gga I’m just taking trips
Put the money on the trampoline and make it flip
Young Mack, stupid Mack ?

I just bought a coupe, the roof is translucent
Pockets on etc, Money talk bullsh-t, walk like George Jefferson
Virgins they aint f-cking with us
Young Money Cash Money
F-ck them other n-ggas

[T-Pain - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]
If I aint getting money, than I’m getting p-ssy
I don’t play with you p-ssies get a silver bullet
I know you looking so how I look
I don’t f-ck with n-ggas, call me George Bush
It’s Tunechi baby, the money man
The money talks, now I understand
That chopper make a n-gga do the running man
I would take a girl and turn her p-ssy to a punching bag
I’mma stunt my ass off, bitch thats word to Stunna man
School these bitch ass n-ggas, you are undergrad
The World is in my hand, smack the shit out you with my other hand
Young Money, Cash Money, welcome to Wonderland

[Chorus]

Birdman Feat. Lil Wayne, Mack Maine & T-Pain – I Get Money Song Lyrics

Porcelain Black Feat. Lil Wayne – This Is What Rock N Roll Looks Like Song Lyrics

[Porcelain Black - Chorus]
Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Umm, microphone check one, two
Yeah, yeah, it’s Porcelain baby
And this is what Rock n Roll Looks like

The dark days falling down on my stand
I feel the thirst to get it in
Touble, trouble, drink it down
Like a king, I take the crown
?
Cause we’re the kids, make love to the night
We gonna get this, we gonna start a fight

[Porcelain Black - Chorus]
Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah
(hey, hey, hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(Hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-now
(Hey hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(Hey)

We’re putting dark shades on for the cameras
Take a picture now if you wanna have us
Lets a ? across my face
Not a drop willl go to waste
Baby the beast is yours to chase
Cause we’re the kids, make love to the night
We gonna get this, we gonna start a fight

[Porcelain Black - Chorus]
Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah
(hey, hey, hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(Hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-now
(Hey hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(Hey)

[Lil Wayne]
I-I-I-I need a cigarette and a bad bitch
Come be my soccer ball and get yo ass kicked
I like my pizza cold, I like my glass full
I don’t like bullshit, but I like red bull
I smell like Guns and Roses
I look like money bitch
I taste like Rock n Roll
I make her lick her lips
And all the drama’s dead
Im in the past life
I forgot her name but I remember last night
You can do what you do
I done did enough
I’m on that gangsta shit
I don’t give a f-ck
Weezy

[Porcelain Black]
You wanna talk the talk, get up and show me the walk
You wanna talk the talk, you better show me the walk
You wanna talk the talk, get up and show me ya walk
You wanna talk the talk, you better show me ya walk

[Porcelain Black - Chorus x2]
Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like
Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace
Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah
(hey, hey, hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(Hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-now
(Hey hey)
Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now
(Hey)

Young Jeezy Feat. Lil Wayne – Ballin Song Lyrics

[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes came to see me ball

[Lil Wayne]
These hoes call me Tunechi baby
N-ggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating
Bitch, I’m balling, ballin’ like a muthaf-cker
12 gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them
N-gga broke, acting like he got it though
I’m with a Spanish bitch, if she aint f-cking, adios!
So many cars I’m like eenie meenie minie moe
So many colours in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope
Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat
Run in ya house, get to poppin’ at your shower cap
My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac
And if them bitches don’t sell, we buy em back
Where the strippers, tell em Tune on his way
Tell them n-ggas I’m strapped like lingerie
I aint trippin, I’m ballin, call me NBA
I-I aint trippin, I’m ballin, call me NBA

[Young Jeezy - Chorus]
You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?
You know these hoes came to see me ball
You know these hoes love to see me ball

[Lil Wayne]
You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?
He think he ballin cause he got a block?

Lil Wayne Feat Rick Ross – If I Die Today Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my my pack
I point it at you and tell it fetch
I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck
I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call it 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 ? dick in the world and n-gga I aint ? yet!
You f-ck 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 aint talking bout a sketch
I pay these n-ggas 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
An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh

[Rick Ross]
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

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Rick Ross]
Big black, and an icey watch
Shoes on the coupe, that got a Nike shop
Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box
Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!
I’m swimming in the yellow, boss
In the red 911 looking devilish
Red beam make a n-gga sit down
Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time
Drop ?
Make it come back even harder than before
Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes
Well connected I got killers in Chicago

[Rick Ross]
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

[Lil Wayne]
Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st
Roll up and cock it and hit them where it hurts
Cause if I die today, remember me like John Lennon
Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Lil Wayne]
Talk stupid get ya head popped
I got that Esther, bitch I’m red fox
Big bee’s, Red Sox
I get money to kill time, big clocks
Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck
Empty the clip than roll a window up
Swe-swe-swe-sweet, center bun
I’m in a red, she said she
200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece
That banana clip, let ya ? speak
Dark shades, Eazy E
Five letters, YMCMB
F-ck that N-gga, f-ck that n-gga
I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga
You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving
If I died today it’d be a holiday

[Rick Ross]
I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car
So don’t make it come alive
Rip ya apart than I put myself together
YMCMB, double M, we rich forever
The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang
Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint
Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch
My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks
Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape
Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes
Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus
N-ggas gather round, I got gifts for all of y’all
Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up
If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up
It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up
I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up

[Lil Wayne]
I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car
Yeah

Game Feat. Lil Wayne – Red Nation Lyrics

[Game - Verse 1]
Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky
N-gga don’t ask why
Red laces in and out of them Air Max ’95′s
I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June
Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand dune
Peace to my man ‘Tune for giving his man room
Now we hittin’ switches to the Spring Break, Cancun
Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it
Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted
But that was suicide, I don’t live in Judah’s eyes
Half of these rappers weren’t trappin’ when I was choppin’ the do or die
Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye
Dre called, told my baby momma “won’t you decide”
She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life
And all I do is ride
Before I turn on ‘em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground
It’s Red Nation!!!

[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til that bitch bust nuts
I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
Lookin’ in the mirror, I’m no where to be found
Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - Verse 2]
N-ggas’ll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole
Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur’s halo
One blood, plural, n-gga I’m spendin’ Euro’s
Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough
I’m up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like
Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good
We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin’ stupid
Get thrown in the back woods
Los Angeles, home of the scandalous
Pimp, hoes and gamblers
98 degree’s on Christmas
N-gga we rollin’ cannibus
Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I’m Charles Louboutin
The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it
That’s my Chi-lingo, yeah I’m bi-lingual
Ball by myself, Ochocinco
Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars
And everybody bleed out here, word to God

[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts
I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - Verse 3]
Russia got a Red Flag
US got Red Stripes
Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes
Che Guevara of the New Era, test me
Louieville slugger, you’ll get buried in my era
Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum
Walk in the club saggin’ with a 38 magnum
Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin’ on a hill like Lauren
Her and the car foreign
Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on
And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan
Where my n-gga Jim Jones at?
Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song
And while I’m out here, I might as well go shopping
And put this new bad b-tch I got her some red bottoms
And all these hatin’ ass n-ggas want me dead
Cause I’m Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED

[Lil Wayne]
Now Blood the f-ck up
Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck
And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts
I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what
And that’s, B’s up, hoes down
Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found
Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound
Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

Rob (Of One Chance) Feat. Lil Wayne – This Is All I Need Lyrics

….
chorus:
you’re the best thing i know
but i’m the best thing you know,
so add a little me and i’ll add a little you,
let’s try it baby, see what we do!
baby let’s go!
let’s go!
let’s go, let’s go!
let’s go!
let’s go, let’s go!

give me other, i wanna know,
…to love another!
so give me more, i feel it all,
..back baby, i will know!
oh!
…

chorus:
you’re the best thing i know
but i’m the best thing you know,
so add a little me and i’ll add a little you,
let’s try it baby, see what we do!
baby let’s go!
let’s go!
let’s go, let’s go!
let’s go!
let’s go, let’s go!

oh, she say it’s feeling good,
i say what’s up, what’s up?
she ask what’s up with me,
i say what’s up with us?
i say it’s really good,
i say it’s really good,
i put my love down,
they say it’s really good!
she say she’s feeling good,
i say i’m feeling better,
i make her say my name,
in capital letters!
i’m a nasty guy,
don’t ask me why,
just ask me how,
and i’ll show you ..
her head is gone,
she’s in the clouds,
and she faints,
man, she pores down!
and i might be the fellow
that got an umbrella, ..

chorus:
you’re the best thing i know
but i’m the best thing you know,
so add a little me and i’ll add a little you,
let’s try it baby, see what we do!
baby let’s go!
let’s go!
let’s go, let’s go!
let’s go!
let’s go, let’s go!

Lil Twist Ft. Lil Wayne – Love Affair Lyrics

[Chorus:]
I’m dealing with this love affair
It used to be just physical
But now it’s just too emotional for me
I wanna confess but I can’t
Tell my girl what I want
So what do I do
Let it burn inside of me
Will I get away
Or will it live in tragedy

[Verse 1:]
Feeling Attraction ready for action
She had a body like Ms. Jackson
I knew there was trouble when she passed by
But she was so fly
She invited me over
So I hopped in the Rover
Then my lady called the phone
And I should of went home
But I let the phone roam

[Bridge:]
And it was like…
Oooohhhhh
I can’t keep my shirt on
I swear it’s was like…
Oooohhhh
I can’t keep my hands to myself

[Chorus:]
I’m dealing with this love affair
It used to be just physical
But now it’s just too emotional for me
I wanna confess but I can’t
Tell my girl what I want
So what do I do
Let it burn inside of me
Will I get away
Or will it live in tragedy

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[Verse 2:]
I swear that I was done
I’m never going back
Then she called up
She said I left my hat
You know I can’t live without my hat
I got an excuse to go back y’all
So you know I’m gonna have a ball
I said I’m going back y’all
Believe me that’s not all

[Bridge:]
And now I’m like…
Oooohhhhh
I can’t keep my shirt on
I swear it’s like…
Oooohhhh (Young Money)
I can’t keep my hands to myself

[Chorus:]
I’m dealing with this love affair
It used to be just physical
But now it’s just too emotional for me
I wanna confess but I can’t
Tell my girl what I want
So what do I do
Let it burn inside of me
Will I get away
Or let it live in tragedy…

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, I got a main bitch and a mistress
I’m trying to work it out, I’m on my fitness
Probably won’t last, but I’m optimistic
One makes me happy, the other one makes a difference
I ain’t a player, but I love a lot
She loves me, she loves me not
But it feel good, and it’s not supposed to
I eat her insides, mm soul food
She put her head back, then her eyes close
We stuck in the moment like the time froze
Then my girl call, back to reality
But I keep her in a picture in my heart gallery, oh!

[Bridge:]
Oooohhhhh
I can’t keep my shirt on
I swear it’s like…
Oooohhhh (Yeah)
I can’t keep my hands to myself

[Chorus:]
I’m dealing with this love affair
It used to be just physical
But now it’s just too emotional for me
I wanna confess but I can’t
Tell my girl what I want
So what do I do
Let it burn inside of me
Will I get away
Or let it live in tragedy…

Lil Wayne – We Back Soon Lyrics

[Lil Wayne]
Sittin’ in a Ferrari, thinking ’bout money
I swear I will go head up with all of y’all, bumper cars
Bullshit fly by me, I’m ducking all the bad vibes
Shoot you nine times just in case you got cat lives
My punchlines give you black eyes
Like like, go kill yourself Seven Pounds
I’ve been to hell and back, and made it back fine
Black diamonds killin’ them, black on black crime
Now can I live and if I can, can I live it up?
I’mma squeeze life, just enough to fill a cup
Well, shut the f-ck up and steam the purp
Drink it all, I’m dead, so I throw some ice in it
and belch when I finish

(‘cuse me, ‘cuse me)

[Hook]
I heard you got that good, ready for the take-off
Fire up that wood, let the jets blast off
To another World, right next to that white moon
Fly in the sky, tell em we’ll be back soon
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[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]
Uh, its the martian and I come for all
I swear I will go head up with all y’all, bumper cars
N-gga I’m a slumber dog, millionaire, been there
Smoke some kush and snap my fingers in case you got cat lives
Uh, so much for being settled down
Suicide flow, go and kill ya self, Seven Pounds
Blunt thick as Bobby Christina, high as Serena’s skirt
Only smoking that real grass, no arena turf
Now can I live and if I can, I rep that dirty south
And you haven’t seen cleaner dirt, you haven’t seen it worse
So shut the f-ck up and steam the purp
Tell them haters “arrivederc”
Yeah I lost my mind, help me find it I will lead the search
Uhhh

[Hook]

Kelly Rowland Feat. Lil Wayne – Motivation Lyrics

[Kelly Rowland]

Oh lover, don’t you dare slow down

Go longer, you can last more rounds

Push harder, your almost there now

So go lover, make my mother proud

And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs

And when were done, I just wanna feel your head so lower me baby

You can’t stop there, music still playin in the background

And youre almost there

You can do it, I believe in you baby

So close from here

So baby I’mma be your motivation

Go, go, go, go

Motivation

Go, go, go, go

Oh Lover, when you call my name

No other, can do that the same

? Get up out there game, no

So lover, dont it make me rain

And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs

And when were done, I just wanna feel your head so lower me baby

You can’t stop there, music still playin in the background

And you’re almost there

You can do it, I believe in you baby

So close from here

[Lil Wayne]

Uh, girl I turn that thing into a rainforest

Rain on my head, call that brainstorming

Yeah this is deep, but oh, I go deeper

Make you lose yourself, and finders keepers

It go green light, go Weezy go

I like to taste that sugar, that sweet and low

But hold up wait, new position

I put her on my plate then do the dishes

She my motivation, I’m her transportation

Cause I let her ride, while I drive her crazy

Then I just keep going going, like I’m racing

When I’m done she hold me like a conversation

Weezy, baby

[Kelly Rowland]

And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs

And when were done, I just wanna feel your head so lower me baby

You can’t stop there, music still playin in the background

And you’re almost there

You can do it, I believe in you baby

So close from here