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Lil Wayne – Mind Right (Freestyle) Lyrics

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[Intro: Tk-N-Ca$h]
My mind right
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
Yeah
Yeah
[Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h]
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
(come up on a check to get my mind right)
I had to-
[Verse: Lil Wayne]
Get my mind right
Money white
Hustle right
Fuck her right
Fuck it right
Fuck them pussy niggas I’ll see ‘em in another life
Woo! May my tombstone read what a life
Pussy ass nigga say he thuggin’ he a fuckin’ lie
Tell him I say its a wrap like it’s mummified
Hustle for a hundred days a hundred nights
Run it right
Runnin’ lights
Duckin’ lights
There he go, cut the lights
Try to spare these niggas but I put ’em on fuckin’ strike
Got these niggas scrambling, and we sunny side
Come at me sideways I ride three six five days
Hot as a latte, picante, an entrée
I am the fucking best man for the job
These niggas bridesmaids, I leave niggas sideways
I don’t want to hear it to me it’s just blasé
I need my money on dalé on dalé
I got my mind right I got my mind made
But how come the early bird acting like I’m late
I’m ready for war
Money right
Hustle white
Alright
Fuckin’ right
Whippin’ white all night ’til a nigga knuckle white
Smoke a pound drunk a pint, another pint, another pint
B-T-W F-Y-I F-Y-L
Fuck your life L-O-L bullet shell, bloody knife
Body parts, babies crying, bitches running, bells ringing
Had to leave my heavenly bitch for a hell’s angel, Lord
I l-l-licked the pussy ’til I got my L’s tangled
I take CMB off the YM, I’m just spell checkin’
Yeah, I know a nigga named Rodney King
Get along with him and not with me
‘Cause I’m on the edge and I’m ’bout to leave
Gun to his head make him count to three
One, two, three
BOW BOW BOW BOW
She gave me head she forgot to breathe
Straight from the bed to the shower scene
Straight from the store to the block nigga
I do numbers you can count on me
Remember when I didn’t have a pot to pee
Now I look like I done hit the lottery
Went from poverty to property
Make a mockery of a shopping spree
These niggas ain’t cold they ain’t hot to me
They think they like me but they not to me
Wait let me put my binoculars on
You fake as fuck as far as I can see
My eyes red as fuck look like a eye disease
I let that yopper squeeze, I sat down with me
And then I told myself, look before you kill somebody leave
[Hook: Tk-N-Ca$h & *Lil Wayne*]
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
*Woah, my mind right, get my mind right, ayy*
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
*I want my money nigga*
*Come up with that check get my money right*
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
*I got my mind right, my money right, I’m ready for war*
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
(come up on a check to get my mind right)
*Yeah, yeah, I got my mind right, my money right, I’m ready for war*
[Outro: Lil Wayne & Tk-N-Ca$h]
Yeah, yeah, Y-M-C-M-Beef yeah
Y-M, not them, and I’m the real Young Moolah baby
My mind right, I had to leave them boys alone to get my mind right
I had to come up on a check I want my money nigga
Come up with that check I want my money nigga
I had to leave that ho alone to get my mind right
(Leave that ho alone to get my mind right)
I had to come up on a check to get my mind right
(come up on a check to get my mind right)

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Juvenile – Cash Money Gorilla Lyrics

[Verse 1: Mannie Fresh]
Cash money niggas straight cookin that shit
Bitches on the corner straight hookin’ that shit
See, ass dummy niggas love bussin at shit
But automatic weapons straight bustin’ that shit
NOPD, gon yellow tape’em tonight
Rose funeral home gon’ wake em’ tonight
It’s 12 o’clock midnight on the uptown street
Two thugged out niggas, hot toting that heat
Rhino bullets yall, fingers on the trigga
Ain’t scared to pull it yall
Get ya bones & ya homes, lock em’ up yo shit
Put ya kids on the floor before the click-clacks spit
Ride witcho shit, ready, load it and cock
If a nigga try to test ya, then clear the whole block
Shoot 1st, ask questions last
If ya ask questions, wind up on ya ass
Since the beginning, niggas scream “Killa!”
I bust fuckin back, cause I’m motherfuckin’ realer
Government issued, .9 nina fuckin’ milli
But if you fuckin push I’mma show yo ass gorilla

[Hook: Juvenile](x4)
Cause Imma killa-la-la-la
Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la

[Verse 2: Juvenile]
Nigga whats the use in you havin’ cocaine and you can’t move it?
What’s the use in you havin’ a brain and you can’t use it?
What’s the use in you sayin’ you ballin, you can’t prove it?
What’s the use of you talkin’ about it, you don’t it?
Niggas don’ fled, with my mother I’m thinkin’ about bussin his head
Come round the corner with the K
Now what did you say?
You gon’ know what you don’t know
When you losing yo legs
The beef is frozen, cause I know to keep foolishness dead
We used to be duckin’ blue ones
Now we duckin’ big reds
Rude boy was lookin, but I ain’t know why
I told’em they got it uptown
He told me he workin’ with sticky green, under 600 a pounnnnd
Now watch me, go head again
Continue with shot calling
And we pushin’ a Benz
Wanna see all my people and my patnas ballin’
CMB rollin ova every block haulin’ (Haulin’)
Cause they some…

[Hook 2: Juvenile]
Killa-la-la-la’s
Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la’s
Call me some Killa-la-la-la’s
Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la’s
Call me the killa-la-la-la
Cash Money Gorilla-la-la-la

[Verse 3: Baby (Birdman)]
Nigga I ain’t gon’ never get enough of this game spittin’
Fuckin, drinkin champagne, and duckin haters and snitches
And pluckin’ at these niggas when they get outta line
And fuckin’ these hoes every chance I get some free time
Ain’t none of that come between me, gettin’ on the grind
Cause I’m bout my cheese, playboy at all times
3 bricks at nine
And nigga I need every bit of my $27,000 don’t be short not one dime
Now, you know how ya nigga’ll play ya
Will take hunnids off the top, only ya round could fade ya
I’m worth a million on my life; dead
I’m worth more here but if I die, playboy my family straight
I gotta habit of shootin’ them bones
I got it going on, and I put 50 G’s on the table
Won’t ya match it homie?
I love dollars but I rather play with thousands
I make mills and fuckin’ hoes in these public houses
I had so much money till it feared me
I wonder one day if them white folks come and get me
I love to floss and shine in the day time
But I rather ride low low, with limousine in the night time

[Hook 1,2: Juvenile]

[Outro: Juvenile]
Yea, yea
If my beef come imma march nigga step
If ya fuck with me imma march nigga step
Play with my people Imma march nigga step
Disrespect the Magnolia Imma march nigga step
Play with the CMB, bouta march nigga step, march nigga step

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Tyga – 100 On It Lyrics

TYGA
100 On It Lyrics

Oh, niggas wanna bang, all my niggas getting dollars,
Bitches wanna f**k just to be my baby mama.
Put a 100 on it, put a 100 on it,
I put a 100 on it, real niggas fallin’
All I know is young money, money and the power
Bitches wanna f**k just to be my baby mama
Put a 100 on it, put a 100 on it,
I put a 100 on it, real niggas balling.

Money falling out of my jeans,
Double white cup filled up with the knee,
Niggas keep talking get heat with the bean,
That’s a permanent lean and I ain’t talking promet the
zine
I’m talking my… in magazines
And hitting up niggas and looking up sleans,
That’s what I mean, I put on for my team
Watch to M to the CMB, walk in the club and bet my
money
I bet your bitch come see bout me,
Came in this bitch by one AM,
And me and your girl and my whip by three
I’m a do me, you do you, your girl do the same thing
that I do
I’m fly from here to talk what’s head back all the way
down to my shoes
We’ve been getting money while you boys is getting by
Running my paper do money machines,
They cutting my green while I’m getting high

Oh, niggas wanna bang, all my niggas getting dollars,
Bitches wanna f**k just to be my baby mama.
Put a 100 on it, put a 100 on it,
I put a 100 on it, real niggas ballin.
All I know is young money, money and the power
Bitches wanna f**k just to be my baby mama
Put a 100 on it, put a 100 on it,
I put a 100 on it, real niggas balling.

I’m getting raise for the money
I’m gone too hard to fall off
Treating my haters like bitches
I’m itchin the middle finger f**k all ya’ll
Put a 100 on it, I put a 100 on it,
My left pinky got a diamond crusted nugget it on it,
I serve you if you want it, murder my opponents
Look me in my eyes, it look like murder, don’t it?
Large pistol turn allowed more quiet in the shit
That I’m rap it start the down south ride in the shit
That you’re poppin, real niggas don’t boy I’m getting
to the money
I’m eating no diet I walk up in the club and my niggas
throwin up games side
One of the few that keep it real and rap it the same
time.

Oh, niggas wanna bang, all my niggas getting dollars,
Bitches wanna f**k just to be my baby mama.
Put a 100 on it, put a 100 on it,
I put a 100 on it, real niggas fallin’
All I know is young money, money and the power
Bitches wanna f**k just to be my baby mama
Put a 100 on it, put a 100 on it,
I put a 100 on it, real niggas balling.

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Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne – Oh Lord (The Birth Of A Nation The Inspired By Album) letras

[Intro: Gucci Mane]
Dear Lord, oh Lord, hah
Yup

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]
I’m rebellious and fearless, I laugh at failure
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
I’m a prophet, a legend, I’m not beggin’
I’d rather die for my freedom than live like a peasant
The precious, recessions, the past and the present
Slavery to segregation, I still rob with my brethren
Get these choppas up up off me, I’m street but I’m Godly
Know these white folks fear me but nothin’ can stop me
I was destined to be this so nothin’ amaze me
My best attribute is bravery, they think that I’m crazy
Ask Gucci if you with me, then let’s get to walkin’
Cause I’m sick and tired of everybody doing nothin’ but talkin’
[Hook: Gucci Mane]
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my payer
Know you ain’t take me this far just to leave me here
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Dear Lord, oh Lord, I know that life’s unfair
But who gon take care of the family if I’m not there? (Lord)
Dear Lord, oh Lord

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
I gotta feed the family
But I had to leave the family
I cut off CMB, I’m an amputee
But I never leave Christianity
Might have to plead insanity
It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday
I’mma pray for you niggas, then celebrate
Lord I know these streets contaminate
But Lord I can’t get beat like Anna Mae
Lord I gotta think about Reginae
And Lil Tune and Lil Neal and Lil Cameron
Lord, I gotta think like I’m Hemingway
Make a way, wish a way, anyway, anyway
Lord I gotta create and innovate
Or else it’s back to the interstate
Wheeling in my fortunes
Willing to kill you just for my fortunes
I can recall we were chillin’ on porches
Living with roaches, dealin’ with hoe shit
Tending to lotion, now we in motion, everything kosher
God bless the ‘Nolia, God bless Angola
Rest in Peace Soulja and all of the soldiers
The war isn’t over, call on Jehovah, Lord

[Hook: Gucci Mane + Lil Wayne]
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my payer
Know you ain’t take me this far just to leave me here
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Dear Lord, oh Lord, I know that life’s unfair
But who gon take care of the family if I’m not there? (Lord)
Dear Lord, oh Lord

[Outro: Gucci Mane + Lil Wayne]
Mula baby
Dear Lord, oh Lord
Dear Lord, oh Lord
Dear Lord, oh Lord
I gotta feed the family
Dear Lord, oh Lord

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Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne – Oh Lord Lyrics

(Intro – Gucci Mane)
Dear Lord, oh Lord, hah
Yup

(Verse 1 – Gucci Mane)
I’m rebellious and fearless, I laugh at failure
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
I’m a prophet, a legend, I’m not begging
I’d rather die for my freedom than live like a peasant
The precious, recessions, the past and the present
Slavery to segregation, I still rob with my brethren
Get these choppas up up off me, I’m street but I’m Godly
Know these white folks fear me but nothing can stop me
I was destined to be this so nothing amaze me
My best attribute is bravery, they think that I’m crazy
Ask Gucci if you with me, then let’s get to walking
Cause I’m sick and tired of everybody doing nothing but talking

(Chorus – Gucci Mane)
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my payer
Know you ain’t take me this far just to leave me here
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Dear Lord, oh Lord, I know that life’s unfair
But who gon take care of the family if I’m not there? Lord
Dear Lord, oh Lord

(Verse 2 – Lil Wayne)
I gotta feed the family
But I had to leave the family
I cut off CMB, I’m an amputee
But I never leave Christianity
Might have to plead insanity
It’s so hard to say goodbye to yesterday
I’mma pray for you ni**as, then celebrate
Lord I know these streets contaminate
But Lord I can’t compete like anime
Lord I gotta think about Reginae
And Lil Tune and Lil Neal and Lil Cameron
Lord, I gotta think like I’m Hemingway
Make a way, wish a way, anyway, anyway
Lord I gotta create and innovate
Or else it’s back to the interstate
Wheeling in my fortunes
Willing to kill you just for my fortunes
I can recall we were chilling on Fortunes
Living with roaches, dealing with hoe s**t
Tending to lotion, now we in motion, everything kosher
God bless the Nolia, God bless Angola
Rest in Peace soldier and all of the soldiers
The war isn’t over, call on Jehovah, Lord

(Chorus – Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne)
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my payer
Know you ain’t take me this far just to leave me here
Dear Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Lord, oh Lord, please hear my prayer
Dear Lord, oh Lord, I know that life’s unfair
But who gon take care of the family if I’m not there? Lord
Dear Lord, oh Lord

(Outro – Gucci Mane & Lil Wayne)
Mula baby
Dear Lord, oh Lord
Dear Lord, oh Lord
Dear Lord, oh Lord
I gotta feed the family
Dear Lord, oh Lord