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Big Sean – Guap (歌词)

rabbit — Sun, 28 Oct 2012 12:46:53 +0000

歌曲下载：Guap

Intro
God, Oh God
I’ve been working all god damn year
I just got my check
I’m bout to spend it all on me
I’m worth it, yup
Hold up, tell me what you see
Pull up, watch these motherf-ckers freak
Say wuddup though when you see me in the streets
(GOOD Music in this b*tch now drop that motherf-ckin beat)

Hook
Ok, this to all my enemies, that see me gettin’ guap right now
See me gettin’ guap right, see me gettin’ guap right now
This to all my hatin’ hoes, that see me gettin’ guap right now
See me gettin’ guap right now, hell yeah won’t stop right now (Haaaa)
This to all my old hoes, that see me gettin’ guap right now
See me gettin’ guap right now, hell yeah won’t stop right now (Yaaa)
See me gettin’ guap right now, hell na won’t stop right now (Big Sean)
Hell na won’t stop right now, see me gettin’ guap right now

Verse 1
Ok, I need 50k large
My momma needed a new crib
My daddy need a new car
So I be goin’ so hard
Detroit is my yard
I need a 17 car garage
I need a 17 bra manage
I need a jail house to free my dogs
I pay taxes, pay dues, pay bills my whole life
So I’mma throw money in the air, like I’m tryin’ to pay the sky
Told myself man if I can’t life like this, I’d rather die
I give it up to God, and he always replies
Control, your hoes, you let her talk to you crazy
You got baby mama drama, you ain’t even got you a baby
You fugazie, boss up, boss up with your time dog
You ain’t got time for no hoes, I ain’t even got time for time off

(Hook)

Verse 2
Okay I need 50k large
My homie just beat the charge
My brother need a new job
So I be goin’ so hard
I need my face on a black car
My iPhone need the charge
My fish tank need sharks
I need a blimp to say the worlds ours
So these n*ggas can know
I do what they can
I’m stuntin’ for all
The people who ain’t
You still hatin’, you should be f-cking ashamed
Far as I came, guess when you’re running the game they want you to sprain
Yeah, I know, but I don’t get my stress on
Takin’ shots swear is like my stomachs made of teflon
They like boy won’t you get your rest on
b*tch cuz’ I’m up for every hour, I was slept on
The last time I dreamt about, two girls bisexual
They was tryin’ things, tryin’ sexual
Then I woke up in a city, where the population match the death toll
Drew my blueprint, got it illustrated affiliated
Millions chasin’ go to sleep wake up continuated
Life of a Don, Sean Don, sippin’ never had a palm reader
Always had my palms itchin’ time to get it
Boy I was taught to get it till it’s gone
Even when I got it, watch me get it like I don’t

(Hook)

Outro
Right Now, Woah, (x6)
Ok, this to all my enemies, that see me gettin’ guap right now
See me gettin’ guap right now, hell yeah won’t stop rigth now
See me gettin’ guap right now, hell na won’t stop right now
Hell na won’t stop right now, see me gettin’ guap right now

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T.I. Ft. Lil Wayne – Ball (歌词/Trouble Man单曲)

rabbit — Sun, 14 Oct 2012 04:13:12 +0000

歌曲下载：Ball

[T.I.]
Okay we walk off in this b*tch
Ballin’ in this b*tch
Hoppin’ out of Lambos and Ferraris in this b*tch
Poppin’ bottles with a thick red super model b*tch
They may talk a lot of that but they cant do alot of this
Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on
So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on
I’ma big dawg, got em pissed off
A lot of n*ggas rapping, ain’t none this raw
They like, eh look at T.I., ballin’ in the V.I.
Bunch of bad b*tches with a looking like Aaliyah
We just pull up, hop out
Go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard

[Hook]
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
This club so packed, these hoes so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

[T.I.]
The club full of bad b*tches and they came to play
Okay it must be your hair cause it aint your face
Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl
You make your way up to my section where it’s at girl
Okay do you wanna kick it with a n*gga with a meal ticket
Broke n*gga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe
And oyu aint gotta be a dyke cause you like hoe
But everyday I step behind a wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball
I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me
And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open
If you wanna get drunk

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Ain’t no n*gga like a Young Money n*gga
Pop that p-ssy like a gun, pull the trigger
Shake that *ss like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like an elevator
b*tch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
I throw that d*ck like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
I’m killin’ these hoes like that n*gga Ted Bundy
I’m a good looking rapper, I ain’t tryna stunt
Ima fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe?
Can a n*gga stick key up in ya back door
Tunechi

[Hook]

[T.I.]
And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim
And come around, wipe me down like Boosie dem
That thang up for me, show me that you love me
If it’s really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies
Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains
She let me drill all in her mouth, no novacane
Them other broke n*ggas, all they did was told ya thangs
I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs
I like my women fat, *ss pretty toes and thing
Long hair dont care as long as none down there
If its manicured I can have fun down there
Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air

[Hook]

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Wale – Arrival (歌词)

rabbit — Sun, 07 Oct 2012 09:57:39 +0000

歌曲下载：Arrival

Somewhere blowin loud floating low dreaded out
Love a dark sister but ran through lights like medic routes
Who here compare to Ralph
Blacks by the double
Kilimanjaro I get high by every pair I mount
I’mma let that b*tch breathe f-cker
And I’m doing fine but them suits lined and I see you suckers
Fear not I’m you cicadas b*tch I’m still buzzin
And my wrist rocky cause I beat up a little clubber, too
Making moves with that made crew, shoot
And to think that I almost did trade school
Now I kick that Liu Kang mixed with Wayne Rooney
First album sleepers, but second album groupies
I’m’ bout to show you broke, my next one a movie
Cause third times the charm, that’s word to Sam Bowie
And my ego will not change
But this shit so wack and the chips must stack, there will be no Frito Lay
Ok, I’m winning competition who is it?
Ralph in that new edition and that’s no Ralphy ?
All my posse official and my policies simple
Keep your faith in your God, family over the business
Here n*ggas be at odds and get even with pistols
Ed Hochuli nah, my partners is more official
And I’m at that mall again, balling for that shit I been through
And that large grip is just small shit, like that shit from Shih Tzu
My pencil a genzo to everyday people when due
Got a nice crib but I’m outstanding like Mr. Wendal

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Frank Ocean – Blue Whale (歌词)

rabbit — Thu, 04 Oct 2012 08:19:47 +0000

歌曲下载：Blue Whale

Tropical vibe, coconut milk and shaved ice
My so glow with the low cut
No jheri curl, jerry rice
Boogie board on the rip tide
Parasail and deep dive, don’t think twice
Your little baby bone boy killin me
Swearin’ he’s grown and he’s got that skill
But he ain’t swim with that blue whale
I ain’t swim with that hoe neither
Earl said that world real
Sit back and watch the water
Hope the monster don’t wag his tale
And send that big wave over while
I’m showin off my pirate girl
To the baddies walkin by me

Showin skin because its nothing
My little brother servin’ molly
Because that bill due Monday
And my passports buried
And my home town flooded
With just a little bit of water
But my shoes still muddy

And if I ever have a daughter
I wonder what I could call her?
Nine months after I f-ck on the beach
I guess I call her karma
Copped a jet ski with the booster seat
I’m kidding but I’m ballin’
Just playin’ but I’m serious
I’m wit it and I’m wildin

[Hook]
This life goes on man that’s one thing about it
This life goes on dawg thats one thing about it
I’m feelin’ what your sayin’, you’re trying to get around it
But life goes on pimpin, the wise don’t doubt it

Stuck in the sky, first time upside down, on the whole ride
And I wasn’t much into the type, that my bros like
So I never really had no wife and that’s alright
Black women ain’t got no man
That’s what she said to me, yeah she did
But she can date outside your race, I mean
I ain’t supposed to show my love
Judge gotta like my case I mean
Somebody please switch my plates
Ship my car to Rome
5k on the wheels, still ain’t ridin chrome
Back pack rapper skills, veteran n*gga deal
So let a relevant n*gga do, what a relevant n*gga feel
Let a regular n*gga judge, because his gavel fake and he regular still
How that gravel taste? how you paid your medical bills?
Sands white on my tan feet
Coliseum in the back seat
Straw hut where the beach be
Like screen saver when your mac sleep
Relaxing
I ain’t racing no f-ckin’ rats
Im relaxing
And if its wrong to yah

[Hook]
Well life goes on brother, thats one thing about it
Life goes on my n*gga one thing about it
I’m sayin’ what you’re seein’, we trying to talk around it
But life goes on pimpin, the wise done doubt it

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DJ Drama Ft. Common, Kendrick Lamar & Lloyd – My Way (歌词)

rabbit — Tue, 02 Oct 2012 07:53:42 +0000

歌曲下载：My Way

[Hook: Lloyd]
Ohhh
As the city lights up the night
I feel so
Good cause I did it my way
And I know
That I’m just livin’ the life of girls and gold
And I feel so good
Cause I did it my way

[Common]
Nice bright light Vegas
The life of girls and gold is so contagious
I been cold, took the C.O double-M road?
Hangin’ out the windows
Reachin’ for the world as the wind blows
The crescendo of my career loud in your ear, ear
I’m proud to be here
Now that we here
This year, you can find me at the Cosmopolitan
Holding bottles never bottled in
Probably wish ?
Black girls modellin’, looking for a followin’
Attitude is tolerant, I’m married to the game like Solomon
These rings represent the dreams
We got from the old folk, yearning for the gold coast
My soul spoke things that was necessary
Found forever in ways that are legendary
And through the drama, I stuck to my Common-tary
Now that everyday man say that comm is every-where

[Hook]

[Kendrick Lamar]

I had a dream of visine, now I see it clearer
How surprising I’m admiring that mirror
I’m inspiring the finer things in life
And your time is slowly expiring
You’re crying me a river
That’s ironic, she had ?
I like this ? , olympians YSL
Her Timberlands high as hell
The ceiling is an understatement
I burn through it, proof it’s a fire drill
Fire hoes, bad b*tches fire hoes
Fire then re-hire hoes
Her entire crew is tired of the liers that you runnin by her
I can see you hoe
Plenty priors of a f-ck n*gga
Nigger I suppose, I can fly her
Put her in the attire of designer clothes
Dayton wires on the Chevy
Why are you not tryina ball?
Don’t you know they already f-ck me
I’m a made man
Maids in the mansion, clean them up, out here

[Hook]

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Kendrick Lamar x Dr.Dre – Compton (歌词)

rabbit — Tue, 02 Oct 2012 05:04:00 +0000

歌曲下载：Compton

Now everybody serenade the new fate of Kendrick Lamar
This is King Kendrick Lamar
King Kendrick and I meant it
My point intended is raw
Fix your lenses forensics woulda told you Kendrick got killed and pretend its a massacre
And the masses upon us
And I master being the the master at dodging your honour
And the chapter that read at 25, I will live dormant like 5 in the morning
Then raid your spot while Kendrick’s performing
And if they take everything know I got

Compton, Compton
Aint no city quite like mine

Hey Dre whats happening with my n*gga

[Dr Dre]
Still I’m at it, peel the plastic off it
You could feel the magic
Still I’m laughing at the critics talking
I can see ‘em gagging when I’m back in the back of my city
Back in the back with a batch, I’m banging Dre Beats with me
Look where I’m at, it’s the murder cap’ and I’m captain
At birth of this gangsta rap
It’s a wrap when I’m done
And I’ve come a long way form a hundred dollars a month
To a hundred mill in a day
b*tch I’m from..

Compton, compton
Aint no city quite like mine

[Kendrick Lamar – Verse 2]
So come and visit, the tires screeching
Ambulance, policeman
Won’t you spend a weekend on ? n*gga
Khaki crease and crime increasing on ? n*gga
Kendrick Conan n*gga
Where your sword at
Hand on the cross and swore that
I do it big, it’s ? for you shooters
Kama sutra screaming f-ck your position and make you hold that
I’m trying to stay grounded like four flats
But I know Flex and piru crip tatts

They swarm on me like a beehive hoop in the G ride
From the west to the east side
Know just how Compton roll

[Dr Dre & Kendrick Lamar]
And thats a given
I pass the blunt then pass the torch
Of course it’s my decision
I crashed the ports that you report
That you see me in Benzes
I must report that we import them narcotics
You bought it then talked about it when crack hit the speakers
The music business
I blow up everytime we throw up a record depending on what you expected
I’m sure it’s bigger than your religion
Perfected by n*ggas that manifested music to live in

Compton, compton
Aint no city quite like mine

[Dr Dre]
So tell a gangsta throw his set high
Roll it up in a blunt, I’mma take you on that next high
I did exactly what I wanted, thats what made them checks fly…
In my direction, you never question when I said I…
Will be a mogul before I vistit Tupac and Left Eye
Eazy and AAliyah when I see ya we gon test drive
A Lambo in heaven but for now I’m on a red eye
I’m flying back to my city cause I forever stand by…

Compton, compton
Aint no city quite like mine

[Kendrick Lamar]
Now we can all celebrate we can all harvest the rap artist of NWA
America target a rap market, it’s controversy and hate
Harsh realities we in, made our music translate
To the coke dealers, the hood rich and the broke n*ggas that play
With them gorillas that know killers that know where you stay
Roll that kush, crack that case, 10 bottles of Rose
This was brought ot you by Dre
Now every muthaf-cka in here say

Look who responsible for taking Compton international
I make ‘em holla oooooooh

Eh yo Just Blaze, good looking homie
(Just Blaze, just blaze)

Aint no city quite like mine

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J. Cole & Major Lazer – Get Free ColeWorld (歌词)

rabbit — Sat, 29 Sep 2012 11:24:14 +0000

歌曲下载：Get Free ColeWorld

[J. Cole]
Strictly for the survivors
The 800 number dodgers
Boy, what I tell ya ass bout picking up that phone
When the number unknown
Tell them people I aint home
Half black learning white lies
n*ggas broke her heart now she trying white guys
Too ashamed to bring around cause her homegirls’ll clown like
“Girl I aint know you like ‘em bitesize”
She embarrassed now
On edge cause she gotta meet his parents now
They probably think I’m no good for ‘em
Too dark, too thick, too hood for ‘em
Now she sitting at the dinner table wondering what I’m doing here
They got me feeling like a job interview in here
They asking questions about a 5 year plan
She saying “who I’m foolin’, they could never understand”
They could never understand

[Amber of Dirty Projectors]
Look at me
I Just can’t believe
What they’ve done to me
We could never get free
I just wanna be (I just wanna be)
Look at me
I Just can’t believe
What they’ve done to me
We could never get free
I just wanna be
I just wanna dream

[J. Cole]
(f-ck is that smell)
I smell bullsh*t, it must be an election year
The more I listen man the more you sound less sincere
Still I’m wathcing CNN tryna keep up
In my interviews maybe I should speak up
Tell the world how I feel like you lying all the time
And keep ‘em n*ggas walking blind all the time
But the same n*ggas think I’m f-cking dimes all the time
Like Im walking round with money on my mind all the time
And I feed into it
I’d rather make tracks where I bleed into it
The singles only the look to sell these n*ggas the book
I can only pray that one day you’ll read into it
If not, f-ck it, I got my own problems
f-ck ya beats n*gga I produce my own albums
I zone out, that old sound that I’ve grown out of
Was born out of being broke with hope
But it don’t matter I’m on Saturn now and I won’t shatter
As long as this blood grows in my bone marrow I’m gonna gather my thoughts
As sharp as a bow and arrow
Back when I had no dough and no apparrel
My flow’s thorough, now I’m more aware of the perils a n*gga face
Loaded pistols with nickle plates, the n*gga fake
Thats why I call the sh*t a race
Tha gony of defeat,w ish the elite could get a taste

[Chorus]
Look at me
I Just can’t believe
What they’ve done to me
We could never get free
I just wanna be (I just wanna be)
Look at me
I Just can’t believe
What they’ve done to me
We could never get free
I just wanna be
I just wanna dream

[Amber of Dirty Projectors]
We’re all together in the same boat
I know you, you know me
Baby, you know me
We’re all together in the same boat
I know you, you know me
Baby, you know me
We’re all together in the same boat
I know you, you know me
Baby, you know me
I Just wanna dream
I Just wanna dream
I Just wanna dream
Baby, you know me

[Tupac – Outro]

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Nicki Minaj x Cassie – The Boys (歌词)

rabbit — Sun, 16 Sep 2012 14:19:25 +0000

歌曲下载：The Boys

[Nicki Minaj]
P-p-p-punch line queen, no boxer though
Might pull up in a Porche, no Boxster though
Tell a hater: “Yo, don’t you got cocks to blow?”
Tell ‘em kangaroo Nick I’ll box a hoe
They said I got five in a pasta bowl
But don’t go against Nicki impossible
I’m the king, do what my wrist, more popsicle
Man these hoes couldn’t ball with a toss-to-go
n*gga

[Cassie]
Your lipstick stinks, smells like a cheap hotel
Diamond watches, and a gold chain can’t make my frown turn around
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, can it, bone it, bone it
Yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chaser, get that money yeah

You get high, f-ck a bunch of girls, and then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don’t lose it tonight

[Nicki Minaj]
Bonehead p-ssy, got lots of juice
Lopsided on the curb so I block the coupes
Watch the dudes, man I’m stingy with my putty cat diddy
Did you ever love me Stevie?
Purr, pull up in a burr
Wrist on brrr, p-ssy on prrrrerrr
I don’t even break when I’m backing up
I swerve on a n*gga if he actin’ up
I don’ push more sixes then a play day
Get money by the millions, f-ck a day rate n*gga

[Cassie]
Your bossed up swag, that I’m throwing like a new-born babe
The dollars in they eyes, got ‘em blinded like a masquerade
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
They wanna touch it, taste it, see it, can it, bone it, bone it
Yeah, yeah
Dollar, dollar, paper chaser, get that money yeah

You get high, f-ck a bunch of girls and then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don’t lose it tonight

[Nicki Minaj]
I put all you b*tches onto them good laced fronts
Girls is my sons carry them for 8 months
And yes ya premature, Young Money to the core
I might give you the ticket, so you can come see the tour
Oh dats you’re new girl, that’s that mid-crave
A buck 50 on your face with a switch blade
Or the razor, hear the razor, she my son yeah, but I ain’t raise her
Lose me hater, I get that loosely-paper
Them v-necks be studded, I’ll t-rex, be gutted out
I tell her Nicki be chillin’
I’mma keep her in her feelings, because you’ll never be Jordan
You could’nt even be Pippen
You couldn’t even be trippin
You can’t afford a vacation,
I’m out in Haiti with Haitians
I go to Asia with Asians
You mad dusty, you unload ?
I just come through with a six, like my name was blossom

[Cassie]
You get high, f-ck a bunch of girls and then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life, I’ll buy
Don’t lose it tonight
You get high, f-ck a bunch of girls and then cry on top of the world
I hope you have the time of your life
I hope I don’t lose it tonight

The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
The boys always spending all their money on love
(Young money)
The boys always spending all their money on love
(Cassie)

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Kevin Rudolf x Lil Wayne, Fred Durst & Birdman – Champion (歌词)

rabbit — Wed, 12 Sep 2012 11:59:16 +0000

歌曲下载：Champion

[Chorus – Kevin Rudolf]
Here we are, we are the champions
We’ve come so far, they said it can’t be done
And we right here, and we still number one
Still number one, still number one
So here we are, we are the champions

[Fred Durst]
Check it, always had big hopes as a kid
Just a rotten tomato building sh*t out of Legos
Can’t hit the ball if you ain’t swingin’ the bat
And like a home run, that boy is not coming back
Rise like creams, kid with a dream
Went from never seeing straight to the face on a magazine
Now my team got anthems
Y’all frozen, a cold hook from the champion

[Chorus – Kevin Rudolf & (Fred Durst)]
Here we are, we are the champions (YMCMB)
We’ve come so far, they said it can’t be done
And we right here, and we still number one
Still number one, still number one
So here we are, we are the champions

[Kevin Rudolf]
You know you gotta be strong to survive
When everyone’s trying to break you
So let ‘em hate, just go your own way
Don’t ever let ‘em try and change you
I walk alone through the fire to the throne
I find myself in the dark, I close my eyes and there you are

[Chorus – Kevin Rudolf & (Birdman)]
Here we are, we are the champions
We’ve come so far, they said it can’t be done
And we right here, and we still number one (yeah)
Still number one, still number one (yeah)
So here we are, we are the champions (Stunna, check me)

[Birdman]
Rich gang, from Forbes to fortune and fame
Spit game, from millions to billions to gain
Life, triple crown on them bright lights
Sunny days, rainy nights on them global flights
Yeah, the like father, like son struggle
Mo’ muscle, gun bussa, we flip digits
TRUK fitted, go get it
Ship it cause it’s bigger than life

[Chorus – Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
Here we are, we are the champions
We’ve come so far, they said it can’t be done
And we right here, and we still number one
Still number one, still number one
So here we are, we are the champions (yeah)

[Lil Wayne]
Uh, number one in this motherf-cker
Lil Weezy f-ck the world with two d*cks
But in the meantime I’mma have a nice time
Went from a con artist to an icon
Got the keys to success on my key ring
Used to dream about sugar, sweet dreams
But reality is a b*tch and she my b*tch
Sold my soul to the devil, made a profit
Tunechi

[Chorus – Kevin Rudolf & (Lil Wayne)]
Here we are, we are the champions (yeah, haha)
We’ve come so far, they said it can’t be done (pour some Gatorade on it)
And we right here, and we still number one (ah, yeah, yeahh)
Still number one, still number one (oh yeah)
So here we are, we are the champions (I almost forgot)
(Young Mula babyyy)

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Lil Wayne – Cashed Out (歌词)

rabbit — Sat, 08 Sep 2012 12:57:58 +0000

歌曲来自Lil Wayne新mixtape：Dedication 4，下载进入

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[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
f-ck n*gga, them f-ck n*ggas
My blunt bigger than these lil n*ggas
Keep stuntin with your b*tch *ss
You’ll get Jacked and Jilled, n*gga
f-ck wrong with these sissy n*ggas?
I’m smoking that Bill Bixby n*gga
I’m spendin money, spendin money
Ben Franklin dizzy n*gga!
Your b*tch on my d*ck, I told her I was busy
She say “Wayne on me, Wayne on me” cause yo *ss need drizzlin’
That p-ssy came gift-wrapped: bow and a ribbon
And if she bounce that *ss then I’m dribblin
That p-ssy so wet, it turned into a Gremlin
There’s only one me, ain’t no equivalent
She give me brain, brain like trivia
I got a black b*tch and a red b*tch
I call them hoes Aunt Vivian
Chopper knock your face off
Black shades, Ray Charles
I be killing young hoes
I got your ho up in my graveyard
I ain’t working with a full deck
But I pull out that Ace card
She grab that d*ck with 2 hands
Like she about to pray for it
Clips hanging, no curfew
f-ck you and who birthed you
I’m shining like church shoes
Birdman Jr.: y’all birdfood
I’m bout it.. I said I’m about to cum
She opened her mouth: water fountain
When I’m on the scene I’m on that lean
b*tch, I’m drowsy
Man, I’m so high I don’t know what I’m laughing about
I got bars, n*gga
And it’s happy hour!

[Verse 2]
Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Riding around with a b*tch named Molly and she on Molly – ha!
b*tch I put my foot in your *ss: karate
Man these n*ggas can’t see me like a diary
Smoke that weed, let’s get irie
Nina shut up, that b*tch got a silencer
Top of the gun there is a scope
I close one eye, I look like a pirate, f-ck it!
Trukfit my b*tch up, Tunechi lee big nuts
I’m getting my d*ck sucked
I blow weed like it’s dust!
Spacehead: love p-ssy, hate feds
Just bought my girl a Ferrari Spider
Told her drive it like it got 8 legs
I’m a made n*gga: Machiavelli
That Mack-11 necessary
I’m a hard head: I pop the cherry
No p-ssy, no rats, no Tom and Jerry
They say your friends are your enemies?
Well, my friends are imaginary
I’m the motherf-ckin resolution like the 1st of January
My ride cold and my b*tch hot
I’m tired as hell but my d*ck not
I don’t gas no b*tch, no pitstop
Smoke Barney and Baby Bop!
Y’all n*ggas act like lady cops
My n*ggas smoke like coffee shops
That’s syrup gang, wafflehouse
Gunfight, I’ll knock you out
My b*tch titties is poppin out
We poppin up and we get it poppin
Mask on, gloves on
Like Mickey Mouse, clips stickin out
Like Nicki’s *ss
Smoking on that sticky bag
Weezy F: I’m big and bad
Small feet, but I kick your *ss
I’m the trigger man, that shooting star
Eat that p-ssy like caviar
She treat that d*ck just like a straw
How you like them apples, Microsoft?
Now wipe it off..
I do Liv on Sundays: church!
Step off in that motherf-cker fresher than some Certs
Uuh! Who the f-ck is Stevie J?
I got the ball, playing keepaway
Kidnap your *ss, kill your *ss
Then hide your *ss like an Easter Egg!
It’s Hollygrove to my deathbed
Just make sure my pillow’s fluffed
Hit a n*gga with a million shots
What you call that? A million bucks
Good weed, we p*ss around
Money talks: mine got a nasty mouth
It’s Young Money, Cash Money
Til the motherf-ckin day I’m Cashin Out!

Riding round with them choppas, not them ninas
Your b*tch wanna come round her where the gr*ss is greener
And if you p*ssing that weed I’m the wide reciever
Ad lib Tunechi follow the leader b*tch

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