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Lil Wayne – In a Cell Lyrics

Make the blunt fat
Young Money that special team, run the punt back
Yeah, that’s me in that ‘Gatti with the hump back
I’ll stick my thumb in her pussy with a thumbtack
[Chorus]
Sittin’ in a cell (Woah)
To sittin’ on a jet
From shittin’ in a cell
To shittin’ on a jet
I lost too many homies and I won too many bets
So I scratch, and yes, junior is the best, uh-huh
[Outro]
Uh-huh
Uh-huh
Uh-huh Play this song
[Intro]
Cut the music up please
Man
[Verse 1]
I’m so fucked up, you have no idea
I smoke that La La La, it’s music to my ears
All my niggas is wasted, got guns on they waist
She don’t use Pro-Active, she put Cum on her face
I’m a real nigga first, I’m a bitch nigga never
Shawty suck me dry, I’m talkin’ dry like a dessert
Nigga get off my dick, bitch, get on my level
I don’t gas these hoes, take your foot off the pedal
Man, I be on my dick, ’bout to break my neck
Shout Nyjah Huston, Stevie Will, Ryan Sheck’
Papa got the TEC, it can get technical
Pimp shit, never, put the pussy on a pedestal
Niggas out of shape, I’m just bein’ geometrical
Tunechi, leave ’em bitches behind like residue
New Orleans, where we turn a funeral into a festival
Young Money, long money, it ain’t even measurable
I’m stuntin’, uh, like my daddy
She give me neck, uh, Peyton Manning
Yeah, I press a button, uh, and lose my roof
I’m spittin’ blood shit like I lost a tooth, uh
[Chorus]
I went from sittin’ in a cell
To sittin’ on a jet
From shittin’ in a cell
To shittin’ on a jet
I made too much money, I ain’t make enough yet
So I scratch, and yes, junior is the best
[Verse 2]
Man, all these bitches and niggas still hatin’
My homies got that weight and I ain’t talkin’ ’bout patience
Man, we be on some other shit, kidnap your mother shit
And we smoke that strong like the weed got muscles, bitch
I’m Tunechi, got what you need
I got some cocaine and some California weed
Them bitches jockin’, niggas hatin’, drunk off Gin and Socko
If he keep on talkin’ shit, I’ll knock the meat out his taco
And I ain’t playin’, I got killers with me, ain’t got no squealers with me
And the back of the milk carton say my ceiling’s missing
And now my vision blurry and I’m with kissin’ cousins
I’ll make ’em rob you masked up, you think them bitches muslims
Scoob filmin’ it, smooth criminal
I’ma prince, nigga, you Arsenio
We pick you off and bounce, that’s the pick and roll
Crème de la crème, de la crème [?]
T, where you at?

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6ix9ine – FEFE lyrics

[Intro: 6ix9ine, Nicki Minaj, & Baka]
It’s f*ckin’ TR3YWAY!
It’s King of New York, lookin’ for the Queen
Uh, you got the right one
L-let these-l-let these b-b-bitches know, nigga
Queens, Brooklyn, brr, ah!
Murda on the beat so it’s not nice!

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Pussy got that wet, wet, got that drip, drip
Got that super soaker
Hit that, she a Fefe
Her name Keke, she eat my dick like it’s free free
I don’t even know like “Why I did that?”
I don’t even know like “Why I hit that?”
All I know is that I just can’t wife that
Talk to her nice so she won’t fight back
Turn around and hit it from the back, back, back
Bend her down then I make it clap, clap, clap

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 2: 6ix9ine]
Draco got that kick-back
When I blow that, they all do track
They don’t shoot back, one shot, close range, red dot
Head tight, yeah, I did that, yeah, I live that
Call a Uber with my shooter
With a Ruger, we gon’ do ya
Niggas say they killin’ people, but I really f*ckin’ do it

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
He-He tryna 69 like Tekashi, call him papi
Word to A$AP, keep me Rocky
I’m from New York, so I’m cocky
Say he f*ckin’ with my posse
Copped me Khloé like Kardashi’
Keep this n*gger in Versace
Said I’m pretty like Tinashe
P-Put it all up in his face, did I catch a case?
Pussy game just caught a body, but I never leave a trace
Face is pretty, ass for days
I get chips, I ask for Lay’s
I just sit back and when he done, I be like, “Yo, how’d it taste?”
(Yo, how’d it taste?!)

[Refrain: 6ix9ine]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo, Draco got that kick-back
When it kick-back, you can’t get yo sh*t back
In fact this that bitch
That “I hate small talk, I don’t f*ck with chit-chat”
AC just stopped workin’, so they hit me
Told me bring my wrist back
Come through rockin’ fashions
That got all these bitches like “Yo, what’s that?”

[Refrain: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
I don’t really want no friends
I don’t really want no friends, no

[Verse 5: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe, I catch a hoe right by her toe
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki, kick that ho right through the door
(TR3YWAY)
I don’t really want no friends, my old ho just bought this Benz
Nicki just hopped in this sh*t, now I won’t see that bitch again

[Bridge: 6ix9ine & Nicki Minaj]
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe (no)
I catch a ho right by her toe (no)
If she ain’t f*ckin’ me and Nicki (no)
Kick that ho right through the door (no, TR3YWAY)

[Outro: Nicki Minaj & 6ix9ine]
Mmm, Young Money, Young Money bunny
Colorful hair, don’t care
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
I don’t really want no friends, I don’t really want no friends, no
Scum Gang!

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Curren$y – Pegasus (Jet Life Remix)

[Hook: Big Krit (2x)]
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Hood niggas they die young
Real niggas they die rich
Life’s a slut, dirty ho
Either way I can’t bitch
Kick back with 3 females
Pouring shots in front getting details
Said presidents in that presidential
Big face and that’s detail
Whole thing that’s wholesale
Kush louder than a doorbell
Popped up in your town
With the whole floor of the hotel
Trump Towers I’m sky high
One wish I die high
Gold casket when they carry me
Don’t cry when they bury me
Foreign whips got no tops
Louis loafers got no socks
Can’t sleep without the cameras on
Under both pillows got both Glocks
Condo’s on top floors
Back shots best sex ho
G4’s on runways
Don’t miss this Jet ho

[Hook]
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Top of the morning
I’m on top at the moment
I kick the industry door in
I made a way for my homies
A couple sucker niggas supposedly plotting on me
Not felons, more phonies
Not beef that’s more baloney
No time to spend on it
I’m out chasing this money
No time for them monkeys
More Sosa, less Tony
Your girl want hop on it
Can’t hide I bet she want it
Ferrari 599 bitch want ride my pony?

[Hook]
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Prepare for takeoff
Young Money in the front like the pace car
Young Tunechi I got the blunt I need a copilot
Throwing snitches off the plane they going skydiving
Yeah, I’m at a skateboard session
Bitch I be so high I can meet George Jetson
Hoes in the cockpit, wearing trukfit
Jet life no turbulence

[Hook]
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

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Lil Wayne – Thought it Was a Drought” Lyrics

(Verse)
Big body on brabas, that’s all I know
Big shotties in the closet, that’s all I wore
Screaming “money over power”
Quote, un-quote
And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (hold up)
I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I’m smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah)
Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count
Get ’em
Skating, made em standing like dating them
Running like Payton, I’m Christian like late and I’m
Putting some straightener in all of these Satans I’m
Wilder than David and Goliath on date with them
Quietly waiting I’m trying to be patient but
They want me to wait for Simon to say it but
I am to pay this up, talk to my agent or
They talk about you to your congregation
Man, no conversation or negotiation
No affiliation by association
I need confirmation for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take drugs in rotation
That AK gon’ sound like a standing ovation
They landing your facial bandana rosacia
I’m all about numbers, comparisons, racials
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me unparralleled
Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a parachute and a “geronimo”
This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck like a snaggle-tooth
I ain’t got time for no rumours when I am not human, all you men I’m booming…
Big body on brabas, that’s all I know
Big shotties in the closet, that’s all I wore
Screaming “money over power”
Quote, un-quote
And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (hold up)
I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I’m smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah)
Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count
Get ’em
Skating, made em standing like dating them
Running like Payton, I’m Christian like late and I’m
Putting some straightener in all of these Satans I’m
Wilder than David and Goliath on date with them
Quietly waiting I’m trying to be patient but
They want me to wait for Simon to say it but
I am to pay this up, talk to my agent or
They talk about you to your congregation
Man, no conversation or negotiation
No affiliation by association
I need confirmation for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take drugs in rotation
That AK gon’ sound like a standing ovation
They landing your facial bandana rosacia
I’m all about numbers, comparisons, racials
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me unparralleled
Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a parachute and a “geronimo”
This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck like a snaggle-tooth
I ain’t got time for no rumours when I am not human, all you men I’m booming

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Lil Wayne “Dedication 6: Reloaded” Mixtape: Listen

Lil Wayne debuts his new mixtape Dedication 6: Reloaded with 20 more bangers.

Weezy released Dedication 6 in December and a month later he released the part two of the album hosted by DJ Drama making it the latest addition to his Gangsta Grillz mixtape series. Drama and Lil Wayne teamed up in 2005 for the launch of the series and since then we’ve seen six installments and now sign that they will ever end the production. D6: Reloaded is the latest addition to the saga.

D6R comes with 20 songs including a track with Drake “Family Feud,” Rich The Kid is featured on “Don’t Shoot Em” and Juelz Santana came through for “Bloody Mary.” Elsewhere on the project you will also find remixed for $AP Ferg’s “Plain Jane,” Lil Pump’s “Gucci Gang” called “Groupie Gang,” and Kendrick Lamar and Rihanna’s “Loyalty” called “Weezy N Madonna.”

Lil Wayne and DJ Drama brings forward a variety of guest artists for each installment in the Dedication mixtape series. Over the years we’ve seen the likes of The Weeknd, Nicki Minaj, T.I., J. Cole and more jumping on the project. For the first half of D6, Weezy tapped some of his Young Money comrades, Gudda Gudda, Euro, Cory Gunz, and HoodyBaby, for some guest verses.

While he has been dropping mixtapes, we’ve yet to get a full album from Lil Wayne for years after Cash Money shelves his long-awaited Tha Carter V project. Last year he filed legal documents asking a judge to dissolve Young Money or appoint a receiver to oversee the operations but Birdman objected to the move and file a counter as he moves to block Weezy from disbanding the iconic label they founded 15 years ago. Wayne has a pending lawsuit against Birdman and Cash Money for $51 million. That case has been ongoing for the past three years.

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Lil Wayne – Bloody Mary Lyrics

[Intro]
I’mma be alright because Dizzy alright

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Uh, ok, time to make my mark
I gave ’em a head start
Now I’m on my Nicki shit, I don’t want no fraud
Tryna’ raise the bar, grabbin’ like I passed the bar
You would think I’m ridin’ bikes by the way I handle bars
New nigga in charge, it’s a new nigga in charge
Poppin’ all these blue I might turn into an avatar
They ain’t wanna see me back, he’s back
Human cracking the flesh, sorry I had to relapse
These niggas weak wack, I twist ’em like weed raps
Still on my Nino Brown
Still getting G-money on G packs
No stunna man bussin like Dunna Man it’s evident
These hoes love me, they say my dick is they medicine
Cosby spikin’ gelatin, still pushin’ and pedaling
Settling never, I’m like DiCaprio in The Revenant
Still whippin’ and stretchin’ it
2 pots, ambidextrous
I’m a beast, a dog, I see that money I’m catching it
Ya hoe throwing it at me, I’m catching it
Don’t check me, go check ya bitch
You don’t want to get me out of my element
From a tenant in a tenements to owning my residence
Phone still clicking I feel like a receptionist
I’m extraterrestrian
My life’s a fucking movie, boy don’t get yourself edited
I’m like Steph at the free-throw that piece blow, I never miss
Told you girl how to a whip the girl now she lesbian
You can level up, still won’t be on my level then
It’s level 10, these niggas hot, I must be kettling
They don’t want the steam but I know you want the tea
That’s yo bitch, why she only fuck with me?
Cause I’m balling MSG
Roof missing on this whip, and I need two kitchens
Fuck the DA I ain’t never been no stool pigeon
Won’t catch me in no club unless my tool get in
Be smart cause Bouncy a fool with it
Son say it’s on
7-11 with it
That’s 24-7 with it
Wherever, whatever with it, yeah
Your Momma gonna need a church with a reverend in it
Just pray its a heaven in it
And hope that they let you in it, yeah
Boy I expose the truth in guys
Cross me and get crucified
Wars on the bazooka rise
Niggas get neutralized

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Suicide, this is suicide
Tell ’em seek and you will find ’cause Imma lose my mind
Kick a nigga ass then give em my shoes to shine
It’s do or die, I come from where we used to crime
The Uzi-9 more important than school supplies
The pools is dry, my niggas and the food is fried
The news is lies
The pigeons is too spooked to fly
The rules denied
All the toughest goons is mine
That’s Tunechi’s slimes
They kill you and go do the time
We unified
Young Money revolutionized the new design
We had to leave the flukes behind and super size
The numbers through the roof and sky
Don’t look too surprised look through the lines
We makin’ moves and strides, groves and vibes I’m too alive
These hoes need to be supervised
They put on a cute disguise, you grooms is blind
She get dick in the Uber ride, Number 2 with fries, I’m pimpin’
Now who am I?
I’m who and why, I’m rude and kind
My cars are computerized, I’m cruisin’ by
Smokin’ blunts Ruben size
You fools can try, these tools getting utilized, you euthanized
Blattt, skrrt, shoot then drive, now who survived?
We comin’ back to rewind
I’m usually high, sippin’ on the Houston wine
Feel humanized, I want my throne to recline
Jackie red, Julie blind, they cuban fine, I bruise they spine
I leave and they snooze till 9
Superglued to the grind, my crew my tribe
These bitches try to divide, we too divine
Got the drugs to provide, the coolest highs
The green is green and the white with the bluest eyes
The syrup and the juice collide
The two combine like suits and ties
Magic, poof
Goodbye

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Lil Wayne – Bloody Mary (feat. Juelz Santana)

[Intro]
I’mma be alright because Dizzy alright

[Verse 1: Juelz Santana]
Uh, ok, time to make my mark
I gave ’em a head start
Now I’m on my Nicki shit, I don’t want no fraud
Tryna’ raise the bar, grabbin’ like I passed the bar
You would think I’m ridin’ bikes by the way I handle bars
New nigga in charge, it’s a new nigga in charge
Poppin’ all these blue I might turn into an avatar
They ain’t wanna see me back, he’s back
Human cracking the flesh, sorry I had to relapse
These niggas weak wack, I twist ’em like weed raps
Still on my Nino Brown
Still getting G-money on G packs
No stunna man bussin like Dunna Man it’s evident
These hoes love me, they say my dick is they medicine
Cosby spikin’ gelatin, still pushin’ and pedaling
Settling never, I’m like DiCaprio in The Revenant
Still whippin’ and stretchin’ it
2 pots, ambidextrous
I’m a beast, a dog, I see that money I’m catching it
Ya hoe throwing it at me, I’m catching it
Don’t check me, go check ya bitch
You don’t want to get me out of my element
From a tenant in a tenements to owning my residence
Phone still clicking I feel like a receptionist
I’m extraterrestrian
My life’s a fucking movie, boy don’t get yourself edited
I’m like Steph at the free-throw that piece blow, I never miss
Told you girl how to a whip the girl now she lesbian
You can level up, still won’t be on my level then
It’s level 10, these niggas hot, I must be kettling
They don’t want the steam but I know you want the tea
That’s yo bitch, why she only fuck with me?
Cause I’m balling MSG
Roof missing on this whip, and I need two kitchens
Fuck the DA I ain’t never been no stool pigeon
Won’t catch me in no club unless my tool get in
Be smart cause Bouncy a fool with it
Son say it’s on
7-11 with it
That’s 24-7 with it
Wherever, whatever with it, yeah
Your Momma gonna need a church with a reverend in it
Just pray its a heaven in it
And hope that they let you in it, yeah
Boy I expose the truth in guys
Cross me and get crucified
Wars on the bazooka rise
Niggas get neutralized

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Suicide, this is suicide
Tell ’em seek and you will find ’cause Imma lose my mind
Kick a nigga ass then give em my shoes to shine
It’s do or die, I come from where we used to crime
The Uzi-9 more important than school supplies
The pools is dry, my niggas and the food is fried
The news is lies
The pigeons is too spooked to fly
The rules denied
All the toughest goons is mine
That’s Tunechi’s slimes
They kill you and go do the time
We unified
Young Money revolutionized the new design
We had to leave the flukes behind and super size
The numbers through the roof and sky
Don’t look too surprised look through the lines
We makin’ moves and strides, groves and vibes I’m too alive
These hoes need to be supervised
They put on a cute disguise, you grooms is blind
She get dick in the Uber ride, Number 2 with fries, I’m pimpin’
Now who am I?
I’m who and why, I’m rude and kind
My cars are computerized, I’m cruisin’ by
Smokin’ blunts Ruben size
You fools can try, these tools getting utilized, you euthanized
Blattt, skrrt, shoot then drive, now who survived?
We comin’ back to rewind
I’m usually high, sippin’ on the Houston wine
Feel humanized, I want my throne to recline
Jackie red, Julie blind, they cuban fine, I bruise they spine
I leave and they snooze till 9
Superglued to the grind, my crew my tribe
These bitches try to divide, we too divine
Got the drugs to provide, the coolest highs
The green is green and the white with the bluest eyes
The syrup and the juice collide
The two combine like suits and ties
Magic, poof
Goodbye

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Lil Wayne – 5 Star (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Tunechi
Barbie
Young Money

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I been smoking gas, killin’ bitches
Man, I feel just like a gang-star
Cover up my face like a ninja
In this Alexander Wang scarf
I’mma drop a bag, they gon’ pull up
And then they gon’ let them things off
I ain’t switchin’ up my hairstyle
But my niggas let it bang off

Percocets and Addies, lookin’ for a fuck I could give
All these hatin’ bitches plottin’ why they can’t let me live
Me and Weezy in Liv
When my album drop these bitches is gon’ cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin’, had you dyin’ to spar
You was tryin’ too hard

I’m out here livin’ though, I am out here livin’ though
Me and Tunechi winnin’ though
Slimes out here twinnin’ though
I am on my pivot though
I am just so pivotal
Bands, I go get it though
Weezy on his pedestal

A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang shit
All these plaques is piling up, it’s no where to hang shit
These bitches pussy though
Pushed them out my pussy though
Niggas want my cookie though
‘Cause it taste like cookie dough

Smoke, I got a free pack
Flow sick, get a Z-pack
Niggas don’t mean my race when they say she blacked
I am the Queen (Facts)
I’m everything she lacks
Bitch get on your kneecap
I don’t mean C. Kaep
I’ll get you checked, pussy, I’ll get you a free pap
You bitches don’t ball out, you get your QB sacked
I’m OBJ hoes, break records like ankles
I’ve been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell ’em carry on, they gon’ miss me when I’m gone
I’m gone

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got them feelin’ like they five stars
Your hoes throwin’ fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X for my exotic dancer
She start crying and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Honda

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM
Put my face up in her pussy and my thumb in her ass
Make her do the jumpman, ayy
I put her face down in the pillow, ’bout to smother her ass
A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she butter pecan
Oh, I got a Draco in the sofa
An Eggo in the toaster
A cradle in the chocha
The yayo doin’ yoga
And I wake up, smell the Folgers
I don’t know how I woke up
‘Cause I was in a coma
But now I’m in the moment
Wearing high socks on the front porch
Two cups with the mud flowin’
The plug ain’t charge me nothin’ for it
I cried tears of fuckin’ joy
"LV"s on my luggage, boy
Don’t ask me where I’m fuckin’ goin’
I pull up with my skaters
Make them beat you with their fuckin’ boards
Sharp shooters like pool sharks
Shoot you down in the Walmart
Shoot you down in the parking lot
Shoot you down in the food court
Hit your crib in the steamboat
And dissapear on the speedboat
Act a jackass like Steve-o
Then disappear like Ne-Yo
Leave a red flag on your screen door
Leave a red flag around your queen’s throat
Leave a blood stain on your mink floor
Like a red stain on clean snow
That money gang, Five-hundred gang
On that money train, and we walking ’round with bloody fangs
Playin’ hunger games; mmm-yummy, man
And we storm the block like the thunder came
When my youngest came, that’s your mother’s name
Hit the address, knockin’ down picture frames and other things
Throwing up peace signs like stomach pains
Sugar cane get took to Spain
A kilo fell and it shook the plane
A nigga screamed, the hoes wouldn’t complain
I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher came
And the Nina came, and her sister came
And what’s her name
He’ll book a bang
You don’t even know where to put the blame, that’s cold

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got them feelin’ like they five stars
Your hoes throwin’ fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X for my exotic dancer
She start crying and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Honda

[Outro]
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Mazda
Put her ass up in a dumb Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Smart Car
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Kia
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Uber
That’s some sick shit

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Drake – Club Paradise

[Verse 1:]
They say that all of yo old girls got somebody new
I say, "damn really? even Rosemary? even Leanne Seely? "
They said, "fuckin right, they were the 1st to go
It’s nothing personal
It’s just that all of them women you slept on were working though,
They was saving up
New niggas came around, they’ve been waking up with,
I swear, you don’t know this city anymore
They might’ve loved you before
But you’re out here doing your thing
They don’t know you… "
Sure they do they’re just not as sincere
It’s crazy all the emotions forgot in a year
She like, "why you even give a fuck you not even here"
Well out there there ain’t nothing for me, and I think I need to come home,

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Verse 2:]
I be with my nigga chubbs
He in love with street shit
No wonder why I feel awkward at this fashion week shit
No wonder why I keep fucking up the double cheek kiss
Along for that ignorant Young Money, Miami beach shit
A couple of artists got words for me, that’s never fun
They say it’s on when they see me, that day don’t ever come
I’m never scared, they never real, I never run
When all is said and done, more is always said than done
And I was told once, things will change,
By a nigga named tip when my deal came
Told me it’s all good, even when it feels strange
Now I’m the guy that know strippers by they real names
Rochelle, Jordanne, thick bitches, they just talked me out of 4 grand
How did a pile of kush become the mountain of truth
How did a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth
Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all
Remember how I used to feel at the start of it?
And now I’m living a muthafuckin fairy tale
And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it
Yea, just lie to my ears,
Tell me it feel the same, it’s all I’ve been dying to hear
Lights get low, and that’s when I have my brightest ideas
And I heard my city feel better than ever,
That’s why I gotta come home,

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Verse 3:]
My mother is back to who she was years ago
It’s like a new page me and her are beginning on
I wish she stopped checking up on women I can’t stand
‘Cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on
She thinks I’ve become a slave to the wealth
But I’ll never break the promises I made to myself
And I would never make up names for myself
Then change the names, that I just gave to myself
Certain rappers would call me to say, "wat up doe"
I used to brag about it to my friends, and now I’m feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat
And maybe that’s all they do, is just pretend, damn
But I bought it though, I believed it
Yea, I thought it, and I achieved it
Yea, so show me love, show me fucking love!
‘Cause I thought it was all I needed
Yea, Clearly I was wrong about it all along
And this will be the year that I won’t even feel shit
They trip about the amount of people I brought along
But I’m just trying to be surrounded by some real shit
Need credentials for everyone of these Toronto kids
I promise they see it with me, we just tryna live
I told ’em we bout to get it, and we finally did
Listen closely to my shit I swear it sounded like home

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Outro: Bob Marley]

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Safaree Is Concerned About Nicki Minaj New Bad Habits


Safaree Samuels has a message for his ex-girlfriend Nicki Minaj.

Last weekend, Nicki posted a video of herself and her girls hanging out drinking some wine and smoking blunts. According to Safaree, Nicki is now in her mid 30s and that’s when she decided to take up smoking. The Love and Hip Hop star says his ex need help and he hopes that she gets it. Some of Nicki Minaj’s fans, aka Barbz. have started attacking Safaree accusing him of stalking Minaj on social media.

If you wait to your mid 30’s to pick up a habit and show it off like it’s cool, you need help. I feel sorry for you. Stop,” Safaree said. He didn’t name anyone when making his statement but everyone already point fingers towards the Young Money rapper. Nicki doesn’t seems like the hardcore smoking type so perhaps she was just hanging with friends and just taking a hit off something. Safaree even said it that Nicki wasn’t a smoker when they were together. Perhaps he is just concerned about her well being.

Watch the video below.

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Nicki Minaj Responds To Critics Of Her Cardi B & Migos Collaboration


Nicki Minaj has stepped forward to address critics of her collaboration with Cardi B and Migos.

Since her shot to the mainstream this summer, Cardi B has been rumored to be having beef with Nicki Minaj and now that they will be featured on the same tack together for the first time, here comes the conspiracy theorists. Some folks on Twitter are alleging that Nicki didn’t know about the collaboration because she believed that it was just another song with Migos, but the Young Money rapper is calling the claims bogus.

“I was on the song w/Quavo. No one else was on it. He called & asked if I think we should put Bardi on it, I said “ok let’s do it”. The end,” she wrote on Twitter before adding, “Migos weren’t even on it yet. Just Quavo. The conspiracy theories r just so tired. Relax. Breathe. Imagine me not knowing who on a song w/me.”

“Anything w/my name on it gets approved by me. It can’t even go on a streaming service w/o me hearing it & giving written approval,” she added. “These are men in our culture who simply refuse to let it go. They don’t do this to male M.C.’s. But yo #Motorsport #1 added on urban radio.”

I was on the song w/Quavo. No one else was on it. He called & asked if I think we should put Bardi on it, I said “ok let’s do it”. The end.

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) October 31, 2017

Migos weren’t even on it yet. Just Quavo. The conspiracy theories r just so tired. Relax. Breathe. Imagine me not knowing who on a song w/me

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) October 31, 2017

Anything w/my name on it gets approved by me. It can’t even go on a streaming service w/o me hearing it & giving written approval.

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) October 31, 2017

These are men in our culture who simply refuse to let it go. They don’t do this to male M.C.’s. But yo #Motorsport #1 added on urban radio??

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) October 31, 2017

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (Diplo & Party Favor Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I made love to a stripper (stripper) first I had to tip her
Fuck it up

[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
You a bitch
Don’t need make up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down), pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits)
I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
A-ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga, run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin’ like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole (grrr)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talkin’ about
Fuck it up

[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up
You a little bitty, bitty bitch, yah
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, yah
You a little bitty, bitty bitch

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Gucci Mane Exposed Nicki Minaj Feud With Lil Kim In His New Book

The new book “The Autobiography of Gucci Mane” is now out and the Atlanta rapper has an excerpt in there that touched on Nicki Minaj feud with Lil Kim.

Gucci Mane is winning right now and this year is perhaps one of the best years of his career. He was released from prison last year May and was fortunate enough to get off probation last month. Gucci has never been in better shape physically and mentally for the past year and he is spilling it all in his new book.

One of the biggest takeaways from his biography was when he spoke about the first time that he met Nicki Minaj. “I hopped out of the van and was making my way toward the venue when I saw this pretty girl get off Wayne’s bus and start running toward us,” the book reads. “She was small, no taller than five-two, but right away I saw a big personality. ‘Gucci! I always wanted to meet you,’ she said. ‘I’m Nicki, I’m here with Young Money.’”

Gucci then revealed how Nicki Minaj ran up to him and started talking about being a big fan of his. She even spoke about the remix to his single “Freaky Gurl” and asked him why would he put Lil’ Kim on there. “She told me she was a fan and had even put out her own remix to ‘Freaky Gurl,’” Gucci added. ‘Why would you put a b*tch from Brooklyn on there, though?’ she asked, referring to Lil Kim. ‘I know you got people in Queens. You supposed to have a b*tch from Queens on there.’ For her to know my connections to Queens, she really must be a fan, I thought. The girl was cool. We exchanged numbers and I went inside to perform.”

Seems that incident is from about 2009 when Nicki Minaj just signed with Young Money and was on the come up.

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj) (On Jimmy Fallon) (Live)

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Spice Confirms Collab With Foxy Brown and Nicki Minaj Want A Piece

Spice has confirmed that a new collaboration with Foxy Brown is coming and it seems Nicki Minaj want a piece of the action.

Last week was Foxy Brown birthday and both Spice and Nicki Minaj sent out their happy birthday wishes to the hip hop icon on Instagram. They even heap some praises on her and one thing that we got from Spice was that a collaboration is in the works. She didn’t divulge much details, but we reached out to her camp and one of her reps conformed that some new music is coming, but not including Nicki, at least not yet.

“For sure you can look out for something big from Spice and Foxy Brown soon” a rep for the dancehall star told DHH. “The song is already recorded and everything just some behind the scenes logistics to work out before we drop it like a bomb.” When asked if Nicki Minaj will be on it, her rep said they were unable to secure a verse from the Young Money rapper. “Am sure that both Spice and Nicki want to work together so if it should happen it will happen,” we’re told.

Its been a while since we’ve had a dancehall hip hop collaboration between two dope female artists so we will be paying close attention to this one. Spice gave Foxy Brown a big shout out on Instagram on her 39th birthday. “Over a decade ago you showed me love from the very first day you met me,” she wrote. “You’ve always encouraged me till this day sis. I love and respect you simple because your beautiful inside out. Your a rare gem wait till we drop the #Badgalcommission on them BADDEST B**CH. Please help me wish @foxybrown HAPPY BIRTHDAY #Realbadgal you know i love ya.”

Nicki Minaj left a comment on Spice post saying, “Ummm I’ll be first in line to cop whatever y’all drop.” Nicki also said that Foxy Brown is the reason why she is rapping today.

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No flag – London on the Track lyrics

Lyrics London on the Track – No flag

Woah, Woah
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
I heard they called for the queen
Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
Woah, Woahhh
Uh, Young Money.(no flag)

Niggas tryna come and tryna make another me
My baby momma b*tching, but she still be f*cking me
You blowing up her phone and she be steady sucking me
Woah, woah, you a sucker, sucker
I got her bent over, finna f*ck her, f*ck her
Them boys police them niggas undercover
Lil’ b*tch that pus*y so dry you finna break the rubber
I done took a nigga life and I’ll take another.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all niggas hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flag.

Offset
We can not throw in the towel
Niggas’ll gun you down
You better moo like a cow
Niggas’ll shoot up the crowd
Dressed in all black like a trial
These niggas will run in your house
f*cking a thot in her mouth
I Dolcegabbana my couch
Big ballin’ s**t, rap game what we talkin’ ’bout
b*tch sucking d*ck for the fame, get the f*ck out
Got me a Perc’
Sip me some syrup
I’m tripping the f*ck out
Send me the skkrt
Send in a merc and he get knocked out
Shawty so bad versuri-lyrics.info
Shawty so sad, she sleep on the sofa
I didn’t even ask
I just wanna smash so b*tch bending over
I pray I don’t crash
I’m sippin’ on Act’ so b*tch I can’t focus
I cut ’em off fast
I go get the bad then go by the ocean
Hit your hoe from the blindside
I got it on me, I’m fine you dine
Eat the b*tch, she wine and dine
I f*ck her she whine and crying
But when it get live, you niggas ain’t down to ride
Your niggas ’bout it? Doubt it
My niggas turn to Michael Myers.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all nigga hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags.

Lil’ b*tch I heard these labels tryna make another me
Everything you getting little hoe is cause of me
I heard I’m stopping bags, word to Shaggy it wasn’t me
These b*tches is my sons, but they daddy ain’t bust in me
I’m a white picket fence b*tch, you a on the bench b*tch
See me in the gym now these b*tches wanna go bench press
I ain’t f*cking with you sis, we ain’t with the incest
Yes, I am the Queen, I’m still trying to find the princess
They know my name ring bells so they still press
Say the Queen name you can get some ill press
That went right over your head, you should feel blessed
Must’ve used a lot of starch cause they still pressed
b*tches is finito, I call my car Rico
Cause it’s Paid In Full, baby my car don’t get repo’d
London got that heat though, my jet land at Heathrow
If I had a d*ck, I would make all you b*tches deep throat.

Young nigga pull up gon’ spaz
Young nigga got that bag
Young nigga run the jazz
Nigga we ain’t goin’ out sad
Y’all niggas goin’ out bad
Y’all nigga hang around fags
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Y’all niggas make a nigga laugh
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flags
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flag
Nigga we ain’t throwing no flagsss.
London on the Track lyrics
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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj)

Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Katy Perry – Swish Swish (feat. Nicki Minaj)

[Refrain]
They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the fuck?

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
A tiger
Don’t lose no sleep
Don’t need opinions
From a shellfish or a sheep
Don’t you come for me
No, not today
You’re calculated
I got your number
‘Cause you’re a joker
And I’m a courtside killer queen
And you will kiss the ring
You best believe

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Your game is tired
You should retire
You’re ’bout cute as
An old coupon expired
And karma’s not a liar
She keeps receipts

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

[Refrain]
They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
Katy Perry
They just know what is what
Young Money
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
Hahaha, yo
What the fuck?

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
My life is a movie, I’m never off set
Me and my amigos (no, not Offset)
Swish swish, aww I got them upset
But my shooters’ll make ’em dance like dubstep
Swish, swish, aww, my haters is obsessed
‘Cause I make M’s, they get much less
Don’t be tryna double back
I already despise you
All that fake love you showin’
Couldn’t even disguise you
Ran? When? Nicki gettin’ tan
Mirror mirror who’s the fairest bitch in all the land?
Damn, man, this bitch is a Stan
Muah, muah, the generous queen will kiss a fan
Ass goodbye, I’ma be riding by
I’ma tell my —– Biggz, yeah that’s tha guy
A star’s a star, da ha da ha
They never thought the swish god would take it this far
Get my pimp cup, this is pimp shit, baby
I only rock with Queens, so I’m makin’ hits with Katy

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

[Refrain]
They know what is what
Do they know?
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the…

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Cardi B Calls Nicki Minaj A Legend and An Icon In Hip Hop

Cardi B calls Nicki Minaj a legend and an icon in hip hop and says that she is honored to be compared to her.

Cardi B and Nicki Minaj have been rumored to be beefing with each other for months now especially since the success of her single “Bodak Yellow.” In recent weeks both artists have made steps to calm down the rumors but that isn’t stopping the question from being thrown at them.

The former Love and Hip Hop New York star did an interview with Spanish outfit Rapeton where she was asked about her comparison to the Young Money emcee. “It’s something great, why wouldn’t I want to be compared of confused to somebody that is such a legend, you know like an icon in the hip hop world,” Cardi B said. Just last week Nicki Minaj reacted to more rumors of her beef with Cardi in a tweet saying, ““I see no lies when Bardi quotes Barbie #WinAgain ~ all dat reaching you gon f*** around & pull a muscle…#BarbieTingz.”

That reaction on Twitter came moments after Cardi went on a rant on stage one of her performances calling out a particular female for not liking her before her blow up and all of a sudden want to be her friend. Some folks like Joe Budden thinks that she was talking about Nicki, but we still have no idea who she was referring to since she never called any names. Cardi B also said that she is open to a collaboration with Nicki Minaj, but only time will tell if that will happen.

Both ladies are the two leading female rappers in the game right now and just last week Cardi B became the highest charting female rapper on the Billboard Hot 100 chart since 2014 when her single “Bodak Yellow” climb to number 8 on the chart. The single is now at number 3, jumping five places this week. Do you think that Nicki Minaj is a legend and an icon in hip hop? Sound off in comments below.

Cardi B on @NICKIMINAJ comparisons: "Why wouldn't I want to be compared to someone who's a legend?"pic.twitter.com/X6KD9XmGqG

— Nicki Minaj Lite (@NMLite) August 21, 2017

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Katy Perry – Swish Swish (feat. Nicki Minaj) (Lyric Video)

[Refrain]
They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the fuck?

[Verse 1: Katy Perry]
A tiger
Don’t lose no sleep
Don’t need opinions
From a shellfish or a sheep
Don’t you come for me
No, not today
You’re calculated
I got your number
‘Cause you’re a joker
And I’m a courtside killer queen
And you will kiss the ring
You best believe

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

[Verse 2: Katy Perry]
Your game is tired
You should retire
You’re ’bout cute as
An old coupon expired
And karma’s not a liar
She keeps receipts

[Pre-Chorus: Katy Perry]
So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

[Refrain]
They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
Katy Perry
They just know what is what
Young Money
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
Hahaha, yo
What the fuck?

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
My life is a movie, I’m never off set
Me and my amigos (no, not Offset)
Swish swish, aww I got them upset
But my shooters’ll make ’em dance like dubstep
Swish, swish, aww, my haters is obsessed
‘Cause I make M’s, they get much less
Don’t be tryna double back
I already despise you
All that fake love you showin’
Couldn’t even disguise you
Ran? When? Nicki gettin’ tan
Mirror mirror who’s the fairest bitch in all the land?
Damn, man, this bitch is a Stan
Muah, muah, the generous queen will kiss a fan
Ass goodbye, I’ma be riding by
I’ma tell my —– Biggz, yeah that’s tha guy
A star’s a star, da ha da ha
They never thought the swish god would take it this far
Get my pimp cup, this is pimp shit, baby
I only rock with Queens, so I’m makin’ hits with Katy

[Chorus: Katy Perry]
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

[Refrain]
They know what is what
Do they know?
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the…

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up Lyrics (feat. Mike Will Made-it & Nicki Minaj)

YO GOTTI
Rake It Up Lyrics (feat. Mike Will Made-it & Nicki Minaj)

Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back

Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ f**k it up, f**k it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a f**king cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes – rake it up
Break it down, back it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up, f**k it up
f**k it up, f**k it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Katy Perry – Swish Swish (Witness Target Exclusive Album)

They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the fuck?

A tiger
Don’t lose no sleep
Don’t need opinions
From a shellfish or a sheep
Don’t you come for me
No, not today
You’re calculated
I got your number
‘Cause you’re a joker
And I’m a courtside killer queen
And you will kiss the ring
You best believe

So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

Your game is tired
You should retire
You’re ’bout as cute as
An old coupon expired
And karma’s not a liar
She keeps receipts

So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
Katy Perry
They just know what is what
Young Money
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
Hahaha, yo
What the fuck?

Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
My life is a movie, I’m never off set
Me and my amigos (no, not Offset)
Swish swish, aww I got them upset
But my shooters’ll make ’em dance like dubstep
Swish, swish, aww, my haters is obsessed
‘Cause I make M’s, they get much less
Don’t be tryna double back
I already despise you
All that fake love you showin’
Couldn’t even disguise you
Ran? When? Nicki gettin’ tan
Mirror mirror who’s the fairest bitch in all the land?
Damn, man, this bitch is a Stan
Muah, muah, the generous queen will kiss a fan
Ass goodbye, I’ma be riding by
I’ma tell my (inaudible) Biggz, yeah that’s tha guy
A star’s a star, da ha da ha
They never thought the swish god would take it this far
Get my pimp cup, this is pimp shit, baby
I only rock with Queens, so I’m makin’ hits with Katy

Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

They know what is what
Do they know?
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the

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Yo Gotti – Rake It Up lyrics

Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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[Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Nicki Minaj – Rake It Up lyrics

Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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[Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

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Jason Derulo & Ty Dolla $ign – Swalla (On Fallon Tonight) (Live)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

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Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

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Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign) (Lyric Video)

[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo

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Swalla – Jason Derulo feat. Nicki Minaj lyrics

Lyrics Jason Derulo – Swalla

Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type.(swalla)

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, oohhh.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal.

Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this b*tch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills, all she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that.

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la versuri-lyrics.info
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal.

Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me “no”
I’m that b*tch, and he know, he know
How y’all wife’in these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these b*tches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did Lebron’s nuts.

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swallaaa-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la.

Young Money
Swallaaa-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulooo.
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Kevin Gates – Wish I Had It

[Intro]
Anything lost, can be found again, except for time wasted
A vision without action is merely a dream
Action is the grind, it’s the hustle, it’s the persistence

[Verse 1]
In the car while roaming around
All my thoughts been roaming around
Where I come from like a hole in the ground
Silly me still holdin’ it down
Every car pass by with the music on loud while bumpin’ Roaming Around
Tellin’ me to make a hit but I really don’t get why they walked on Roaming Around

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)

[Verse 2]
Light skin and I fight good just like Muhammad Ali
Jab nasty, hook good, just like Muhammad Ali
(Rollin’ bands, in my pants, talkin’ cash, I’mma smash) Hol’ up
Out the streets, stay in the streets all I can do is be me
With Flo Rida, nothing in Common, I’m not a B.o.B
Hustle hard and I’m hands on
I’m a good guy that could transform
Did time I ain’t ask for
Still sendin’ mail through the hatch form
Different city within the city
More over product than a ant farm
L-l-l-look, don’t try this at home

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)

[Verse 3]
I be loaded, thinkin’ of condos (Gizzle, what)
Product of a broken home
Pray but I just hope that I don’t choke what I’m smokin’ on
Potent, ocean-grown, no cologne I just roll
Two-time convicted felon, dumb shit, get at me
Yeah it’s Luca Brasi right here talkin’ bitch you know I got them racks
I’mma shooter, with a shooter, I ain’t never pay for that
Young Money wanna sign me, my rap jacket too violent
Bread Winner, 100it Gang, that’s Dreco and Mazi

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)