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Rick Ross – I Still Pray Lyrics

(M’-M’-M’)
Every Sunday on my phone, watching TD Jakes
Readin’ scriptures to my soul helped me see the snakes
Drop the top on the foreign when the feds out
Acting like FCI ain’t givin’ bids out
Just to think about my youngin, it just give me chills
Niggas jeopardize they weed just to drop a grill
Glorifyin’ snitch niggas who be cuttin’ deals
Let ’em go against the code for a dollar bill (M’-M’-M’)
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that
And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back
Know that we miss y’all, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We rich forever, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
Ballin’ on ’em, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We them niggas and they hatin’ that
[Outro]
Maybach Music
Port of Miami 2
Yes, we are
Yes, we are, oh
Oh-woah
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, no (M’-M’-M’)
I’ll give you back the money just to get my health
All the rifles on the block be fully automatic (M’-M’-M’)
Kids dying in the projects while we living lavish
Welfare cheese and the pigeon P’s
I’ma skip the lobster tails, I want the chicken wings (M’-M’-M’)
I pray it come a day when everybody eat
Your president on Twitter while my people on the street
Half these niggas snakes, others wanna leech
Never cared what you make ’cause it’s in my reach
Every day I wake up and I pray for Black Bo
Damn, I miss my nigga, that’s what really matter most
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that
And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back
Know that we miss y’all, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We rich forever, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
Ballin’ on ’em, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We them niggas and they hatin’ that (M’-M’-M’)
[Verse 2: YFN Lucci]
Uh, they know it ain’t nobody triller, yeah
Lonely at the top but I’m up here, yeah
Ain’t no feeling in this world better than this one, yeah
I might load some rounds before I let him kill me
Can’t let my family down, man, that shit’ll kill me
If I give you it all, what I’ma give my children? Like a patdown, gotta feel me
Ain’t where I wanna be now, but I will be, yeah
Hustle hard, get the paper, never stop
Never quit, I’m on top, I’m on top of my shit
I can flaunt my shit, I went hard for this shit, yeah
Uh, you know (You know)
You know (You know)
That a change gon’ come (A change gon’ come)
The finer things gon’ come (Finer things gon’ come)
[Chorus: Ball Greezy]
All the diamonds in the Rollie, yeah, we prayed for that (M’-M’-M’)
Big yard full of foreigns, yeah, we prayed for that
Move mama out the ghetto, yeah, we prayed for that
And all my niggas locked down, I hope you make it back
Know that we miss y’all, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We rich forever, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
Ballin’ on ’em, got ’em hatin’ that, yeah
We them niggas and they hatin’ that
[Verse 3: Ball Greezy]
My closest homie got me rollin’ with one in the head
I got the joke but disagreed on the shit that he said
What happened to the perfect picture? When every bird I got fronted, I broke it in half? Play this song
[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rick Ross was reportedly hospitalized early Friday morning
Sources close to Rick Ross tell **** that he’s been hooked up to a machine that’s taking over the function of his heart and lungs
He’s reported getting treatment in the cardiac unit, which is a strong sign that he could’ve suffered a heart attack that started as a respiratory problem early Thursday morning
He’s hooked up to an ECMO, which is a form of life support
This story is still developing
M’-M’-M’
M’-M’-M’
Extremely painful
That’s what I call this right here
Oh, yo (Maybach Music)
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Wake up out a coma, frozen in the moment
You could have the biggest clique, but you gon’ die a loner
Tubes down my throat, rules that I broke
All these quotes that I wrote and never cared to vote
What good is all the wealth, shittin’ on yourself? (M’-M’-M’)
That’s what you get for tryna work with niggas
If it’s fuck the other side, then that’s what it is
After every murder, celebrating off in LIV
How you jealous of a nigga’s swag?

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Lil Tracy – I got da juice i got da sauce Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, damn I feel like Soulja Boy with all this juice, man
I feel like a damn rockstar with all this sauce nigga, you feel me
[Chorus]
I got the sauce, I got the juice, yeah
Aye, I got the sauce, I got the juice, yuh
Look, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce, I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
You tryna’ fuck a bitch, I’m tryna’ get rich
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
Tryna’ upgrade my wrist
I stepped inside the room, niggas looking pissed
Smoking boof, smell like someone pissed
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Why yo’ bitch acting like she need some dick, aye
Yuh, she gon’ lick my bracelet, aye
Yuh, Shawty nasty doing tricks, aye (Ugh, aye)
Yuh, Now she telling her best friend, yeah
Aye, I’ma fuck her and her best friend, aye
[Chorus]
Got the sauce, I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (sauce), I got the juice (juice), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
Yeah, I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (sauce), I got the sauce (juice), I got the juice (juice)
[Verse]
I got the juice, I feel like OJ da juiceman
I’ma fuck a bitch I met off Instagram
Aye, niggas don’t like me wait til’ I get those bands, aye
Yuh, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Look, I’ma make my wrist match my rims, yuh
Aye, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I want a stomach like Rick Ross (stomach like Rick Ross, yuh)
I wanna floss like Mike Jones
Candy paint wrist same color bubblegum, aye, yuh
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, bitch
[Outro]
Got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, I got the sauce, I got the juice, aye
Yuh, got the sauce, got the juice, got the sauce, got the juice, yuh, aye, yuh

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CupcakKe – Squidward Nose Lyrics

[Chorus]
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose

[Verse 1]
My eyelash flew off
When I saw that dick was too soft (What the fuck?)
Need a dick like Rick Ross
Or Dora the Explorer get lost
Get in my zone, I’m ass naked at home
He knowin’ just when I’m on
I post it up like Malone
Get so much neck, it’s wrong
That I should smell like cologne
Swallow this dick, it’s gone
He’s searching for it on Chrome

[Chorus]
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose

[Verse 2]
This pussy have yo’ nigga leavin’ you hurt (Uh-huh)
Make him step out on you like phones ringin’ at church (He gone)
At The Drake Hotel so you know we on dirt
Call it “Views from The Six” when he lookin’ up my skirt (Uh)
Roses are red, violets are blue
All about the head like I’m in beauty school (Uh-huh)
I said roses are red, might turn your balls blue
‘Cause if it ain’t enough spit then my snot comin’ through
Sex occasion, nipples like raisins
I black out on that dick but my cum is caucasian
Told me to face it, went down like the basement
Don’t nut in my hole, I do not want your glazin’
Suckin’ on that dick made my lipstick slip off (Uh)
So can I wear your cum as clear lipgloss? (Uh)
Make you work that dick like I’m the big boss (Uh)
Call me Serena back and forth with his balls

[Chorus]
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose

[Verse 3]
Wanna fuck another girl, nigga are you dumb? (Dummy)
I’m a Gemini so that’s really a threesome (Yeah)
Rubbin’ on your dick ’til my fingers numb
Big pussy, it don’t come with a cherry, I got a plum (Ooh)
Yeah, daddy, daddy, yeah I like it like that (I do)
I’m hittin’ more positions than Ray J hat
I’m ridin’ on your dick ’til your dick get a flat
I’m ’bout to lay your ass down like a fuckin’ door mat (Uh-huh)
Peanut butter jelly all in my belly-belly
Rated R, no Kelly
Ate his meat like a deli
Don’t moan, you can spare me
‘Cause your breath kinda smelly
Yeah, my pussy always screamin’ “it’s hot in here” like Nelly
Throw up on that dick then I lick it up
Poor kitty-kitty but I’m rich as fuck
Magician with the titties, told him pick a cup
I got that pothole pussy, yeah the dick was stuck

[Chorus]
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose
His dick smaller than my toes
Yeah, yes, smaller than my toes
His dick smaller than my toes
I’d rather ride Squidward nose

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Kanye West – 4th Dimension lyrics

[Intro: Louis Prima]
Down the chimney, he will come
With his great big smile
And you’ll find that even the kiddies
Are swingin’ in the latest style
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringing?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
It feels so good it should cost
Bought an alligator, I ain’t talkin’ Lacoste
Made me say, “ooh, uh”
Like I’m mixing Master P and Rick Ross (uh,uh)
She seem to make me always feel like a boss (uh,uh)
She said I’m in the wrong hole, I said I’m lost (uh,uh)
She said I’m going too fast, I’m exhausted
Now drop to your knees for the offerin’
This the theme song, oh something wrong
Might need a intervention for this new dimension
That’s too new to mention, offer it in a sentence
If I get locked up, I won’t finish the sent-

[Sample: Louis Prima]
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringin’?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Laughter]

[Verse 2: Kid Cudi]
Gettin’ loose while I’m on the deuce, see me roll up
What you surfin’ the coast, and I spend it, I got
Plenty of bitches for the evening, we could journey we off
For the light that got us home, we in the moment oh oh
Such a lost boy, caught up in the darkest I had
What’s the cost, boy? Losing everything that I had
She been on me boy, unless you got something to tell
Sittin’, waitin’ for me slippin’, yeah I’ll see you in hell
Tell the cougar get up off me, no my soul ain’t for sale
All the evils in the world I keep it on me for real
I really hope the Lord won’t hurt me, we all live in sin
Kids see ghost of the Rolls, Ric Flair on your bitch
Now this the theme song, this the theme song
The put the beams on, get your, get your dream on
But you don’t hear me though, drama: we let it go
Watch the guitars roll and let your friends know

[Sample: Louis Prima]
Oh, oh, oh
What is Santa bringin’?
Oh, oh, oh
I wonder whether he’ll be swingin’

[Outro: Shirley Ann Lee]
Just do that and then let the music do something, then do that again, that’d be enough for a record
I mean, you only want two and a half minutes if you can get it, you know, three minutes max—

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A$AP Rocky – Brand New Guy (feat. ScHoolboy Q) lyrics

[Verse 1: Asap Rocky]
I’m camo down to my boxers
Gold teeth, a bathing ape
It’s animals in my projects
Like monkeys, orangutans
Banana clip on that chopper
I hold heat, bangers bang
Let the chiquita speak
Let it keep the peace
That Lil B, bangkadang
I don’t care if you blue or you red flagging
Hair swinging, my pants sagging
Hoes all on my band wagon
Your bitch gagging, she jet lagging
All my cause niggas, what’s crackin’?
All my blood niggas, what’s poppin’?
I ain’t set tripping, I just happen
To know who click clacking, who mismatching
Fuck swagger, you been jacking
Fuck fly, I am fashion
Tryna cop that Benz wagon
My bitch drive it and my friends crash it
Niggas threat with the chit chattin’
See a nigga don’t shit happen
I’m finna blow on that Bin Laden
So talk money, check latin (Suck my fuckin’ dick bitch)

[Hook: x2]
Brand new clip, brand new 9
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me meet the brand new guys

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
That 45 be the big toy
Now which nigga want it with the fat boy?
Clipped up like I’m paranoid
Hot as hell nigga, Fitzroy
Pulled off through the city like {skirrt}
Seen that hoe nigga like {skirttt pop}
Hopped up on a nigga like {murrppp}
Put that pussy nigga in a purse
You wouldn’t be the first covering the dirt
Put him in the ground, he was down to earth
Napped up nigga, I been down since birth
Backpack full of random work
With two bad hoes, I’ll teach you how to jerk
Teach you how to jerk
Swaggin’ in my J’s
Pop me a pill and throw that pussy a rave
My prerogative ways
Nappy chin hairs with the brand new fade
Brand new nigga with the brand new venue
Sold that bitch out
Should’ve made that ho bigger
Killer charisma these cupcakes remember
My objective is to serve your agenda
Biggie and Nas put they ass in a blender
Sprinkle some 50 and came out this nigga
You quick with the gat and the dick in your mouth
Balls in my hands and your bitch in my house
Twisting up weed
I’m digging her out
Just filling her out
Do all that shit you be talking about
While you gone? Shit, NetFlix on your couch
What this pop corn about?
Microwave oven while you out there cuffin’
You over there lovin’
That bitch be my stuffing, like
Like we really be fucking

[Hook: x2]
Brand new clip, brand new 9
Brand new bitch, brand new ride
Brand new weed, brand new high
Brand new me meet the brand new guys

[Verse 3:]
[Schoolboy Q:]
Brand new shirt to the brand new drawls
Brand new socks to the brand new Glock
This motherfucker hold 15
Smack that ho in, tell the clip get lost
Bitch I’m a boss
Pulled up clean, don’t you hear the exhaust
Got my tie on, gripping on my iron
Who I’m about to fire on?
[ASAP Rocky:]
Rap game fucked up, boy
Fuck you think I rap for?
Crack game fucked up, boy
Fuck you think I trap for?
Riding round with that mask on
Like a Mac attack when that strap on
Like a Shaq attack on that backboard
Clap on, clap off
[Schoolboy Q:]
Blue pit in my back yard
[ASAP Rocky:]
Red nose my bad broad
[Schoolboy Q:]
Tight and full of that hydro
[ASAP Rocky:]
Pretty nigga, no catwalk
[Schoolboy Q:]
Big burner in your big mouth
[ASAP Rocky:]
Pussy niggas suck lead off
[Schoolboy Q:]
I pull it up then skirt off
Vodka shots, he Smirnoff
[ASAP Rocky:]
40 oz of that Cristal
Rose, that Rick Ross
[Schoolboy Q:]
Got it jumping like Kriss Kross
[ASAP Rocky:]
Mishmashing, no jigsaw
[Schoolboy Q:]
No horseplay when we quick draw
[ASAP Rocky:]
Pussy nigga get a tit job
[Schoolboy Q:]
Hands up, stick your mands up
Your time’s up, the new brand’s up
Brrap!
Q!

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Young Thug – Idol Lyrics

[Intro]
*Lighter flicks and inhale*
(We got London On Da Track)

[Verse 1]
I think my idol is a hater
Fuck him, flush him like a radiator (woo)
Lil’ bitch, I’m ballin’ like a pacer (ballin’)
New condo sittin’ on like twenty acres
She covered in white, just like a mansion waiter (and what?)
I load her with cake like she’s an Easy Baker (ooh)
Harley Davidson with a stick like Tomb Raider
Peckin’ this bitch with the wood, ha, paper (woo)
Need some pieces stuffed with them birdies, nigga (brrr)
You think I’m gay when I go 730, don’t get discouraged, nigga (brrr)
You the type of nigga that leave and take the purses, nigga (brrr)
And you should know my behavior’s the worstest, nigga (brrr)

[Hook]
Stop playing (brrr)
Stop playing (brrr)
Stop playing (brrr)
Mmmmmmm, stop playing (brrr)
Mmmmmmm, stop playing (brrr)
Ooooh-ahhhh, stop playing (brrr)
Aahh (brrr)

[Verse 2]
I just bought my bitch a booty, lil’ nigga (brrr)
Twenty five bands spent on a scooter, nigga (brrr)
You niggas signed to him, I’m just tutorin’, nigga (brrr)
Hey, I feel lucky like a Buddha, lil’ nigga (brrr)
“Alphabet boys” is what we call y’all (brrr)
Even though your pussy tall, you a small dog (brrr)
Rick Ross show (brrr)
[?], I spotted you with the kid for the bands [?] (woo)
Even if you JAY Z, bitch, I’m the hundredth problem (woo)
I make her jump like she was born a frog (woo)
Tell me if you love me like the fuckin’ law (woo)
Bitch, I’m drinkin’ mud like I’m a fuckin’ hog (lean)
I got three hoes like I’m Santa fuckin’ Claus (woo)
I’m with Bird from Magnolia, he sharp like lion claws (brrr)
Pina colada, I got a choppa y’all (brrr)
And I’ma run it to the top, yeah, I’ma run it now (ha)
Hahaha

[Hook]
Stop playing (brrr)
Stop playing (brrr)
Stop playing (brrr)
Mmmmmmm, stop playing (brrr)
Mmmmmmm, stop playing (brrr)
Ooooh-ahhhh, stop playing (brrr)
Aahh (brrr)

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東京女子流 – ラストロマンス 歌詞

ラストロマンス 歌詞 東京女子流 (Tokyo Girls’ Style)

アルバム/ Album: ラストロマンス – Single
作詞/ Lyricist: 春ねむり
作曲/ Composer: 春ねむり
発売日/ Release date: 2018/02/28
Language: 日本語/ Japanese

東京女子流 – ラストロマンス KANJI LYRICS

波打つ音に目を閉じて
きみの鼓動のリズムを思い出している
生まれ変わらない細胞がまだ
体温を忘れてはくれないの

永遠だって誓っちゃったわりに
あっけないおとぎ話が終わっても
死んじゃえもしないよ
ねえ どうしようもないよね

どうしようもないよね
どうしようもないよね
どうしようもないよね
どうしようもないよね

あしたせかいが終わったら
なにもない地平線で神さまは泣くのかな
きみの気持ちが壊れたら
恋心 抱きしめて 深い海へと沈むわ
ディア・マイ・ラスト・ロマンス

あしたせかいが終わったら
きみの気持ちが壊れたら

ララ・ララ・ララ・ララ・ララ

ねむれない夜が終わっても
錆びついた こころじゃもう なにも感じられないよ
朝が焼けるころ打ち寄せた
さよならを 抱きしめて 深い海へと沈む

あしたせかいが終わったら
なにもない地平線で神さまは泣くのかな
きみの気持ちが壊れたら
恋心 抱きしめて 深い海へと沈むわ
ディア・マイ・ラスト・ロマンス
ディア・マイ・ラスト・ロマンス

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東京女子流 – ラストロマンス ROMAJI

namiutsu oto ni me o tojite
kimi no kodō no rizumu o omoidashite iru
umarekawaranai saibō ga mada
taion o wasurete wa kurenai no

eien da tte chikacchatta wari ni
akkenai otogibanashi ga owatte mo
shinjae mo shinai yo
nei dō shiyō mo nai yo ne

dō shiyō mo nai yo ne
dō shiyō mo nai yo ne
dō shiyō mo nai yo ne
dō shiyō mo nai yo ne

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ashita sekai ga owattara
nani mo nai chihei-sen de kami-sama wa naku no ka na
kimi no kimochi ga kowaretara
koigokoro dakishimete fukai umi e to shizumu wa
dia. mai. rasuto. romansu

ashita sekai ga owattara
kimi no kimochi ga kowaretara

Rara. Rara. Rara. Rara. Rara

nemurenai yoru ga owatte mo
sabitsuita kokoro ja mō nani mo kanjirarenai yo
asa ga yakeru koro uchiyoseta
sayonara o dakishimete fukai umi e to shizumu

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ashita sekai ga owattara
nani mo nai chihei-sen de kami-sama wa naku no ka na
kimi no kimochi ga kowaretara
koigokoro dakishimete fukai umi e to shizumu wa
dia. mai. rasuto. romansu
dia. mai. rasuto. romansu

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SOB X RBE – Carpoolin’

[Intro]
Yo…what are you doing here? What are you doing here? What are you doing here?

[Verse 1: DaBoii]
Bitch!
Get off on who you mad at
Niggas laughing, we is down, now they laughed at
Bitch swallow all my kids, I’m a bad dad
Looking for revenge with this Glock, once we tap tap
Stich brain on the opps watch ‘em quack, quack
Indian giver with his life, he can’t have back
He ain’t putting in work, he a half ass
Can’t ride the wave, go home on your back pack
Bitch, what type of shit is you on?
Yeah that’s your bitch but my dick, she be on
8 in a liter, when I sip it be strong
Ain’t tryna chase a bag? Dumb bitch then be gone
Offense with them straps, you gon’ need D
Want beef with the gang, you ‘gon need cheese
John Cena with them tints, you can’t see me
Fuck the law, catch a case, nigga free Theeze
If I gotta think twice, I won’t think at all
Bitch we won, all smoke, ain’t no peace at all
Treat the ops like a blunt, I’ll chief ‘em all
Before you play in that field, nigga kick balls
B-b-b-bitch
Yeah, and we is not playin’
You know DaBoii, he a beast you can not tame him
Take a chain on this neck, you are not able
Whole gang full of demons, we are not angels
House visit with the chop, that’s who rock cradle
All the eyes on us, but we not cable
Stand tall through it all, but we not tables
Niggas wanna play? Game on ‘cause we not playful

[Verse 2: Slimmy B]
B-b-b-bitch
Who the fuck gon’ stop me?
All this ice on, who the fuck gon’ rob me?
All these shooters with me, who the fuck gon’ try me?
High of the kush, in the clouds you can find me
I don’t fuck with niggas like a nazi
Nobody else, then I know God got me
Hi-Tech turn a nigga to a zombie
And I don’t want the puss, lil baby just top me (give me head)
I’ll set it off in this bitch
Feel like Rick Ross, I’m the boss in this bitch
Smack for a band, don’t get bought in this bitch
Make you bulletproof the whip, like Young Dolph in that bitch (boom, boom)
Touch a hundred bands, yeah I did that
Hit the lot, couple bands, yeah I did that
This street shit, naw nigga you don’t live that
Aid or a kick back, real nigga been that (lil’ nigga)
LV and Gucci had to mismatch
And for the right price, you can get your bitch back
Tired of them broke niggas? I can fix that
Just bought a Glock with the plug, where them sticks at?
Get to bustin’ have you niggas running, zig-zags (boom, boom)
Hit the road, get the bag, then I flip that
All the time my brother got, he can’t get back
But I got bands for him tucked when he get back
[?] a nigga got, I’ll switch it up
When you jump in these streets ain’t no givin’ up
Big .40, I’ll make a nigga give it up
And nigga reach for the chain, imma hit ‘em up
Crazy when you see your day ones switchin’ up
Crazy when you see the opp niggas clickin’ up
Fucking on a ho bitch? You niggas sick as fuck
And if it ain’t about a bag, I ain’t picking up

[Verse 3: Yhung T.O.]
First off, suck a nigga dick
Pole for an opp coming, suck a nigga clip
Clip so long, that it’s poking off my hip
If I wasn’t taken, I’d take a nigga bitch
Am I really insane? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Six figures to my name? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Heard I don’t fuck with you? (Yeah bitch it’s true)
Fuck what you thought, fuck what you knew
I’m a gold diggin’ nigga, need a check out a bitch
I’ll pass her to the gang, they get neck out the bitch
You was texting like you with it, what you scared for?
Let me hit it from the back, break the headboard
If not, I don’t give a fuck
I got diamonds in my mouth, when I talk bitches lust
Fuck it up sus, nigga getting at me wrong, I’ll fuck ‘em up sus
Chop with a drum, cook fuckin’ up my lungs
Cops looking for the Glock, ‘cause they think a nigga dumb
You will never see me posing with another nigga funds
You will never see me clutching on another nigga gun
Bitch I’m a soldier, I don’t got no limit
I’m a foreign car driver, I don’t ride no Civic
I’m a wild ass nigga and I don’t act civil
I don’t smoke no kush, I don’t smoke no skittles
Addicted to them racks, I’m a motherfuckin’ thief
All these bands still hanging out my motherfuckin’ jeans
Give a nigga all head ‘til its barely dome
I been running at that bag ‘til it’s barely gone
Let a nigga hit like I’m Barry Bonds
And I don’t fuck with niggas, I’m a uncle tom
Four-five on my hip but I’ll tote a nine
And if you ever take my bitch she was barely mine

[Outro]
RBE SOB that’s the gang bitch

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Young Scooter – Jugg King

Hey Tawn, turn that beat down
YoLil Daddy in this bitch here
Ya dig
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I’m a real nigga
Lick hitter, bitch getter
Quick flipper
Pot whipper, dope dealer
Fly nigga
If I pop I’ma ride nigga
Goyard, a hundred racks inside nigga
You a fuck nigga
I could get you touched nigga
I be in your hood
So I know what’s up with you
You a worker nigga
Hang around plugs nigga, you the dope man
You ain’t got no drugs nigga
I’m a boss nigga, I’m bossed out like Rick Ross nigga
Five-fifty bands, you know what that cost nigga
My shit paid for
You paid a note, you ridin’ a rental, I got Freebandz
You know Future that’s my nigga, Scooter!
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
Real dope boy
Nigga you a ho boy, you move a brick a month
That means your trap too slow boy, every day I stunt
I put on a show boy, you ain’t got no money
Nigga you a broke boy
I do what I want, I got real cash
They call me the Jugg King ’cause I got real swag
I ain’t talking clothes
Bitch I got them bags
You know this a pound house and we don’t sell halves
I’m a boss nigga
Yeah I took a loss nigga
If you in the streets
Watch out for the cross nigga
I don’t trust niggas
‘Cause I can’t take no loss nigga, I got Freebandz
Yeah Casino that’s my nigga, Scooter!
You say you a hitman but you ain’t hit shit
You say you a lick man but you ain’t hit no licks
You say you a dope boy but you ain’t sold no bricks
My baby mama left, I bought another nigga bitch
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
I do what I want, you do what you can
I stashed away a mil just if shit don’t go as planned
Hey Tawn, turn that beat down?

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Miguel Releases His New Album “War & Leisure” [Listen]

Miguel released his new album War & Leisure last night around midnight and you can now get it on iTunes/Apple Music.

The project is the follow-up to his 2015 LP Wildheart, which was well received. War & Leisure features 12 tracks with guest appearances from J. Cole, Kali Uchis, Quin, Rick Ross, and Travis Scott. Rozay is featured on the new single “Criminal,” while J. Cole is on the previously released single “Come Through and Chill.” Scott is also on a previously released single “Sky Walker.”

Miguel is featured in the new issue of Paper magazine where he spoke about the album saying it reflects whats been happening in his personal life. “I want to be an artist whose personal life is really reflected in their music,” the R&B singer said. “If I didn’t include some of the things that are happening in the ethos and the things that I’m seeing and paying attention to and that I care about, if I didn’t include those topics in my music, I think it wouldn’t be a real, honest representation.”

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Rick Ross Showed Up At Meek Mill Rally In Philly


Rick Ross showed up at Meek Mill rally in Philadelphia on Monday to show his support.

The MMG boss has been weighing in on the controversial sentencing since last week and now he shared some more words with the fans in person at a massive rally in front of the Philadelphia’s Criminal Justice Center. Thousands of fans converged in front of the building on Monday night with plaque cards shouting “free Meek Mill.” Rick Ross got on the microphone to share his feelings about Meek’s case and the overall state of the criminal justice system.

“Philadelphia whats up its the boss Ricky Rozay,” Ross said before taking out his phone to read a statement he prepared during his flight to Philly. “I’m here to support my brother Meek Mill. I want y’all to understand that if it take Meek Mill to draw this attention, we gonna use Meek Mill to draw this attention that is gonna speak for so many others. I put together a few words during my flight because this is my first time doing this.”

Rick Ross had a massive crowd around him as he spoke in length about what has been a problem in America for decades with the mass incarceration of young black men. A couple other celebrities also showed up to the rally including some Philadelphia Eagles players like Wendell Smallwood, Torrey Smith, and Jalen Mills.

Rick Ross in Philly protesting the sentencing of Meek Mill pic.twitter.com/v7EW7oAsVw

— DJ Akademiks (@IamAkademiks) November 13, 2017

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A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – My Day One Lyrics

A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie – My Day One Lyrics

[Verse 1: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Can’t nobody tell me shit about my day one
Day one ’til that day come
Who’d ever thought it’d be my day one
Can’t nobody tell me shit about my day one
Seen some shit that get you murked if you say some
It hurt to kill a nigga you love
And I know that she addicted to drugs
That’s why she giving it up
Gang members and dealers was who she hang with
Me and all my niggas was on that same shit
Fuck it, we was even fucking on the same bitch
But we ain’t never have no problems that was gang shit
All the promises we made ’bout how we can’t switch
I just wanted to be rich instead of famous
I was trapping with the niggas that I stayed with
Feds watching, we was ducking them cases
Black hoodie, just to cover my face up
Niggas be bitches, they switch up and try to make up

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[Chorus: A Boogie]
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one

[Verse 2: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Damn, homie
I thought you was my man, homie
What the fuck happened to you
I could’ve sworn you knew better
Held it down for a minute then you ended up telling
When it rains, yeah, it pours, better bring an umbrella
They don’t wanna see me winning, be so fake and so jealous
Way before I had the fame, I had Balmain and Margiela’s
I ain’t fucking with no rat, man, I ain’t eating no cheddar
Yeah, I swear I had your back, I was down whenever
Now it ain’t no looking back, nigga, it’s now or never
Yeah, it ain’t no looking back, nigga, it’s now or never
Now or never, now or never
Yeah, yeah
Now or never, now or never
Yeah, yeah

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[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
This ain’t what you want, just think about it, nigga, yeah, yeah
I’ma fuck around and catch a body, nigga, yeah, yeah
Niggas want me out of here, I gotta be aware, yeah
Bitches ain’t shit and I ain’t really understand that
Oh, she think she bad, Gucci bag, she like “yeah yeah”
Oh, she run it up, run it up, got them bands, yeah
Hanging around them bitches she was telling me she can’t stand
Fucking other niggas, even though she got a man, yeah
Now she know she wrong, she alone in the can, yeah
Got caught up with hammers in the crib and some Xans, yeah
They ain’t even care about a warrant, they just ran in
Everybody wanna know the word, asking questions
Everybody want to know the word about a dead man
Everybody wanna catch him slipping, he a dead man
Heard a nigga been telling them people what we said, yeah
Find out who he is and I’m gone leave that nigga laying there

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[Chorus: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one
My day one
I thought you was my day one
My day one
You was supposed to be my day one

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Rick Ross Baby Mama Blast Rapper While Supporting Birdman


Rick Ross is once again getting called out publicly by his baby mama Tia Kemp.

While this is nothing new, this is certainly a statement that will capture Birdman‘s attention. Rozay has been hammering the Cash Money Records exec all week for not paying Lil Wayne the millions of dollars who owed him. Now Tia Kemp is calling out Rick Ross for not paying her child support and for not paying his lawyers.

“Couldn’t get you to call your son last month and wish him a happy birthday,” Kemp wrote. “But soon as you got the call about me appearing on love & hip hop Miami you hit my phone this morning. How bout you go call lil wills Orthodontist and Pay Dem People! His basketball tuition ain’t paid yet either, but u got Birdman [eggplant] in ya mouth! Don’t hit my line unless it’s about our Son! #paydemppl #stophating #imevolving oh dem lawyers need they [money] too! Pay dem people.”

Last month, Tia Kemp also went on another rant about Rick Ross new baby with fitness model Briana Camille. She revealed on the Gram that Rozay has not been in contact with the son that they shared and she has no idea why. Ross never responded to her claims even while hammering Birdman on social media.

As she promised, #TiaKemp has begun her #RickRoss drag session ? (view earlier post)

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Rick Ross Asks Birdman What Will It Take To Pay Lil Wayne


Rick Ross keeps his foot on Birdman’s neck in a new video where he asked the rap mogul to pay Lil Wayne.

Last week, Birdman went on an epic rant on Instagram Live cursing out his critics including Rick Ross while telling them to stop speaking on his feud with Lil Wayne. As we all know, the Cash Money honcho owes Weezy millions of dollars and has even shelved his last album Tha Carter V. While Wayne has not said anything since that rant, Rozay responded with one simple message, pay that man his money.

“Am riding with a couple homies we gonna go grab a bite to eat,” Rick Ross said. “It just ran across my mind like damn I wonder if Birdman paid that man [Lil Wayne] yet, pay that man. Pay that man that man sold a million the first week, god damn what that man got to do to get his money, what that man got to do for you to pay him. Sell 10 million in the first two days then you don’t pay the man, god damn that man let you sweet ni**as ride around for a very long time man. Go and get a loan and pay that man.”

Rick Ross posted a couple more clips of himself calling out Birdman for his reputation of not paying people he worked with. The MMG rapper even dared Birdman to come at him. “You know where am at I am about to get me some lemon pepper wings,” he said. During his rant, Birdman claimed that Lil Wayne is his son and he will make sure that he is straight because he took Wayne from nothing and made him into something. But according to Rozay, he used Weezy to make millions and then refused to pay the Young Money rapper what he is owed.

#rickross to #birdman pay that man his money

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#birdman have some things to get off his chest #lilwayne

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Rick Ross Responds To Birdman Epic Meltdown Over Lil Wayne Beef

Rick Ross has shared his reaction to Birdman’s epic meltdown on Instagram Live today over Lil Wayne’s beef.

Rozay was perhaps the main person who Birdman was speaking about in his expletive-laced rant. Basically he was telling the MMG Bawse not to speak on his business when he knows nothing about it. Last year, Rick Ross famously dissed the Cash Money Records honcho on an entire single “Idols Become Rivals.” Birdman never responded to the diss record at least not until now and Rozay thinks its too little too late.

“Boy, you a year late, and five years late paying that man his money,” Rick Ross said. “Pay that man his money. We know you ain’t right. Stop with the jokes, n***a. Bring that shit. Bring it. Have no fear. All that talkin’ sh*t, nuh-uh, all that shit don’t work round here baby. We’ll put you in check n***a, we’ll put you somewhere else.”

Birdman owes Lil Wayne millions and that was one of the topics of contention from Ross on his single “Idols Become Rivals.” Baby has made a name for himself not paying his artists and seems Lil Wayne has had enough and wants to leave Cash Money. He is also suing his longtime mentor and friend for $51 million. Rick Ross ended the video saying “Shut up and pay n***as” in reference to Lil Wayne. Let’s see if Baby will respond to this latest threat from Rozay and will he call his name just like the Bawse did. Maybe they can sit down and talk about this and resolve the issue like two grown men, but don’t hold your breath because it also means that Birdman will have to pay Weezy what he is owed.

Nevertheless, we all hope that this feud doesn’t get physical and stays on social media and in the music.

#rickross responds to #Birdman

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#birdman have some things to get off his chest #lilwayne

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Rick Ross Baby Mama Take Shots At Him Over New Baby

Rick Ross has a new baby girl with fitness model Briana Camille and his previous baby mama is throwing shots at him.

The MMG hip hop legend has a son with Tia Kemp and the two are currently locked in a child support battle. According to Kemp, Rick Ross doesn’t have a regular relationship with their son and she doesn’t know why. She claimed that he doesn’t visit him or even told him that he has a new baby sister. Nevertheless, she congratulates the new parent on their new bundle of joy.

“Congrats to them,” Tia Kemp said. “I just hope he treats the baby better than he treats my son.” She also blasted Rick Ross for not contacting their son on his 12th birthday this month and also his previous birthday. She claimed that their son now suffers from depression and anxiety because of whats going on with Rozay and have to be getting counseling.

“It hurts me to see my child hurt,” she told Bossip. “Can you imagine having a celeb father, and when he’s in town, he goes all these other places, but can’t come to one of your football games? It’s sad.”

Rick Ross gets criticized from fans on social media last week when he posted a video of his baby girl surrounded by stacks of cash. Some folks are saying that dirty money has no business being so close to a newborn. Tia Kemp echoed the same sentiments calling the move by Rozay tacky. “This is so ignorant on so many levels not to mention the filth & germs on the money he is laying up next to her skin,” one fan wrote on IG, while another fan added, “Where is this baby’s mother why did she allow this fool to put these dirty money so close to the toddler and even touching her skin, this is so upsetting and it’s not my baby.”

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#PressPlay: Looks like #RickRoss is making sure his baby girl is already set ?? #BrianaCamille

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FERGIE – Hungry lyrics

This special, biggest, global
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Fergie]
To say it’s complicated, understatement of the year
Well maybe conflict made it a new flavor in your ear
They know that I’m a problem, that’s why everybody scared
Whatever doesn’t kill you, can make you an ill-ionaire
Uh, just turn the headphones up or make the windows roll up
I make they hands go up
When I show up and I blow it ’til I’m full up, wait, hold up
Girl up in the mirror, only one I fear, uh
You say you the realest, I told you I’m the illest

[Chorus: Fergie]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry, starving
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m moonwalking on marble floors
Rick Ross, I’m just drippin’ sauce
Bitches see me and they all just wave
Rolls Royce and we call this Wraith
I fuck up money like I’m Escobar
Ballin’, ballin’, Kobe Bryant, that boy living large
No room for medium, that means you thinkin’ small
Ferrari, Fergie, switching gears, she rockin’ with a boss
I close my eyes, I must be telepathic
Look over haters, tripling my assets
It takes courage to accomplish these things
Fergie’s my queen, I’m the king, now come kiss on our rings

[Chorus: Fergie & Rick Ross]
Sick, sick, mmm
Hungry
El Chapo
Starving
Rinzel
Not thirsty, just hungry
Ferrari Fergie
Ambitious, still hungry
Still hungry

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DJ Kay Slay – Wild One (feat. Rick Ross, 2 Chainz & Meet Sims)

[Chorus: MeetSims]
I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me?
These sticks, these stones [?] with my bones
I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
[?] to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m captivatin’ the bitches, gold flow in my veins
In my Yeezy Adidas and I’m still running from fame
A lot of men to recover, a lot of money to gain
Double M in this bitch, like Troy Ave I’ma bang
Double park my Carrera, ever step, that’s an error
Go to war for dinero, you better get on my level
He lost his crib to the bank, while I’m swimming in dank
Lessons learned in life, nigga you give or you take
She swallowed me on the first, still a hundred a verse
[?] shells in the heat cause my last season was [?]
Pat Riley of rap, all my niggas got rings
Or at least a Ferrari, they need police on the scene

[Chorus: MeetSims]
I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me?
These sticks, these stones [?] with my bones
I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
[?] to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I did it for the streets with my mama in mind
I had sex with a twin, had the other one crying
Our time is divine, I recline or retire
I ain’t tired of the grind, I’m just tired of you lying
Told my bitch "I got your back," tat my name on her spine
Got my hand on her ass, Givenchy’s on the gas
Got semis in the dash, I got a van full of ballers like a soccer dad
I just had to laugh
1-50 in reverse and I know not to crash
If I roll my own joints, then I’m not gon’ pass
I’m getting more paper, I need to get me more haters
I got things bling and this flavor, got this shit looking like Vegas

[Chorus: MeetSims]
I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me?
These sticks, these stones [?] with my bones
I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
[?] to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one

[Verse 3: Kevin Gates]
How you feel? I don’t give a fuck
Love to tell a bitch nigga no
Pussy nigga get it out the mud
Multi-platinum, think I’m going gold
Phone ringin’, put ’em on hold
Grinding, tryna keep it in road
Deal with shit that you’ll never know
By the rules, sticking to the code
Fast cars, status in the game
Got a reputation with the name
Passed the lane, I just want the change
Rappers lame, niggas want the fame
Get out of the way, bitches say I changed
Love the Range, that’ll probly change
Run upon me when you think I am slipping
Big shit gripper, I ain’t timid
[?]
You would think I’m talking [?]
Big bitch always giving mention
Feel a way to get it off your chest
G Shock watch tell the time
These blocks over here is mine
Crap in the barrel ass nigga
Grab at ya while you tryna climb

[Chorus: MeetSims]
I gave my life, my heart, my soul to you motherfuckers
How you gonna hate on me?
These sticks, these stones be with my bones
I swear I’ll burn this motherfucker to the ground
[?] to turn your back on me
Fucking with a wild, wild one

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9-24-7000 – Action Bronson feat. Rick Ross lyrics

Lyrics Action Bronson – 9-24-7000

S**t, sweep you off your feet
Like Ryu in the corner
S**t, man, haha
Smooth, man
I’m a f*ckin’ smooth mover, ughhh.(9-24-7000)

Yo if I didn’t say it’s me you would probably think it’s Sting
My fish go bling, what, this old thing?
I never switch up, my brother need a biscuit
Then I’m gripped up, hangin’ off my shoulder, f*ck the bullshit
November rain came the same day versuri-lyrics.info
My daughter taught me how to do the Nae Nae to Calle 13
Only compare me to Kevin Spacey
Or Rubén Blades, the blunt fat like two tamales
Do a world tour and scoop some dollars
Come home and hit the pool hall
I’m fishbowlin’ new Impalas
Two Russian twins suck while I drive fast
It’s me, man.

I’m the one that takes the wolf head, wears it on my own head
Wisdom from the old heads, you ain’t gettin’ no head
You ain’t gettin’ no bread, you ain’t gettin’ no shows
You ain’t gettin’ no dough, you ain’t gettin’ no h**s
Dawg I hit the best of ’em, mothaf*ck the rest of ’em
Well now I’m nestled in the Tesla eatin’ pretzels, haaa?
I should prolly put a wetsuit on
I’ll be right back..

Young Renzel, line two
Young A.B., I got this you dig?
Yeah, yo
M-M-M-Maybach Music
I love my rude b*tches, end up as new b*tches
Skippin’ school b*tches, cookin’ me food b*tches
All my niggas down, we lookin’ like Fu-Schnickens
Got a few tickets for b*tches who truly digged us
College dormitories, fill ’em with smooth lyrics
Air Max 95s, grey sweats, true menace
Known as a Jonas, complex on the phoner
Simple individual, confident in the Lotus
Foreign ambitions, they go with my last wishes
As I open my eyes, surprised by 7 figures
Baking soda required, decided drug dealin’
Residents is divided amongst the feds and the children
Let him keep totin’ drugs if he willin’ to plead guilty
The star state witness, they’ll hit you up for that selfie
Dro can only help me, Backwood and I’m healthy
I’m the label owner, I’m the only one can shelf me, biggest
MMMMaybach Music
Boss.

Why are we letting things on the outside of our physical penetrate our soul,
penetrate our nuanced wiring system, our cerebral cortex, okay?
What really is a thought? Can you control when a thought arrives outside of the brain?
Can you or can’t you? Is free will a real thing or is it the philosophy of free will?
Seekin’ scripture, hahaaa.
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A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Instrumental

A$AP Ferg – East Coast (Remix) Instrumental ft. Snoop Dogg, Rick Ross, French Montana, Dave East, A$AP Rocky & Busta Rhymes

 

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Fergie – M.I.L.F. $ Lyrics

Fergie – M.I.L.F. $ Lyrics

[Chorus]
You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that MILF money
You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money

[Verse 1]
Heard you in the mood for a little MILFshake
Welcome to the Dairy Dutchess Love Factory
I could whip it up, fix you up straight away
Come on in the front door, leaving at the back door
Whip it, flip it, hey

[Pre-Chorus 1]
Been working at your service to give it to ya
Didn’t mean to make you nervous, you motherfucker

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[Chorus]
You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money

[Verse 2]
Me and the girls, up in the club
Hating-ass hoes, but I don’t give a fuck
Running amok, owning the spot
Buying the bar like I bought all these rocks
I been working all week, now where the hell is my drink?
Hair and nails is on fleek
All my girls on fleek

[Pre-Chorus]
Cause we I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T
Do you know what that means?
Can’t see me
B-R-O-K-E? I’m P-A-I-D
You heard about me, I’m saying

[Chorus]
You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that MILF money
You got that, you got that, you got that milk money
I got that, I got that, I got that MILF…

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[Bridge]
I’ve been whippin’ this up
I’ve been tippin’ this cup
I’ve been waiting my turn
I’ve been working so hard
Got my spirit turnt up
And I can’t stop now
I’ve been running so long
I been vibing so strong
I want it, I need it, I got it for real
I love it, real woman
I’ll feed you this meal
Hey mama, I did it, the top of the hill
Been a minute, don’t forget it, motherfucker I’m ill

[Breakdown]
Now lemme see you milfshake
(Lemme see you milfshake)
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
(Lemme see you milfshake)
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money
I got that MILF money

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[Outro]
Been working at your service to give it to ya
Didn’t mean to make you nervous
To give it to ya
You motherfucker

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She On My Dick Remix

Lyrics to ‘She On My Dick Remix’ by Rick Ross:

–Intro: Bruno Mali–
Maybach Music
Slide, hoe, watch this
I’m drippin’ dressin’ on these hoes, nigga
Get your bitch, nigga
She gettin’ real friendly, nigga
Talk to these niggas

–Verse 1: Meek Mill–
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick
Shawty know she fuck me good and like she caught a lick
My daughters took that for the feds, went and bought a brick
Said welcome back, gave ’em some keys on some reporter shit, woah
Whippin’ the white, we might just ran through a brick in the night
Give ’em a price, Lord a number when he flip it twice
Still in the trap, bitch on her back while I’m out for a bite
I’m on some shit, these niggas ain’t lit, I give ’em a life, woah
She on my dick, she on my dick
Got that word, that pussy good now she on my list
Rose Patek, look like duck sauce on my wrist
Young nigga, Bentley trucks parked on my strip
Standin’ on the corner like I’m King Kong
And [?] stop with that .40, playin’ ding dong
And back and forth, ain’t no rappers like ping pong
She fuck Rozay, she on my dick, we sing the same song, woah

–Chorus: Rick Ross–
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She seen my moves, she on my dick (woo)
The richest nigga, yeah, she on my dick (woo)

–Verse 2: Young Dolph–
I used to torture, gave him back his life
He got it wrong if he think I’ma fight him
War cries on all on my lil’ homies homicidal
300 soldiers like I’m Leonidas
I flips them yams and gave my man a Merci
We pop them bottles every night like it’s our anniversary
Hot in Dade County, they gon’ try to stretch him
One APB and they’ll apply the pressure
I know them hot boys, she say I’m the coolest
That coolin’ kid’ll have that chopper coolin’
I took a 50k right to my jewler
Even though a nigga got it, I be actin’ Jewish
No Master P, they got me feelin’ foolish
She hold my dick, I let my gangster bitch hold down my toolie
Yeah, she got potential so I had to school her
I text her papi, he send me my moolah

–Chorus: Rick Ross–
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

–Verse 3: Bruno Mali–
I tried to spread the bitch but she on my dick
Told her jump up in this whip, come and drive a stick
I might buy a purse, I might pay her rent
She a all-star, first round draft pick
She call me at the gas station pumpin’ gas
I pulled up at the Chev, run up, drop off a couple bags
Fish tailin’ off the lot with somebody’s thot
When she met me, I was in a drop countin’ guap
Said she fantasize ’bout a real trap nigga
She on my dick so hard, she came before I put it in her
Ha, young, rich, black, trap nigga
With a fuckin’ 7 figures
A huncho on my wrist
Pull up in the whip with the shit and blow your bitch a kiss
All of this ice on me make it hard for you to miss
Every time you see me, look like I just hit a lick, woah

–Chorus: Rick Ross–
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

–Verse 4: Rick Ross–
Rims stackin’ on the rear, album of the year
If I want to see her, well then here come the lear
Clear the runway and double in [?]
The baddest bitches only ones that come to see us
Jewels every every day, I’m burnin’ loud (that’s me)
On the top floor and I’m the biggest earnin’ now (that’s me)
Shittin’ on these niggas, Tweet, see ’em in the streets
I’m only talkin’ money so we rarely speak
I got the bitch a buzz and she fell in love
Now she climbin’ out the deck, fuckin’ with a thug
Had my skully on when I fuck her in the tub
Dirty money, buy Chevys, only one I love
She love it how I’m livin’, such a wise decision
In the history books, never in my feelin’s
Pussy wet enough, I think I got her drippin’
Still on my lap, I could count a million

–Chorus: Rick Ross–
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
She on my dick, she on my dick (woo)
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick (woo)

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Rick Ross Bows To Pressure Apologize For Misogynistic Remarks On Female Rappers

Rick Ross has stepped forward to apologize for some misogynistic comments about female rappers amidst growing criticism.

The Bawse gets very frank during an interview on The Breakfast Club this week while responding to a question about why he has yet to sign a female rapper to his label Maybach Music Group. Ross said that he will likely have sex with a female artist if he signs them to the label. The entire exchange was very funny but that didn’t take away from the misogynistic nature of the statement. A bunch of females in the entertainment world and some fans have been sounding off on social media against the rapper and now he has apologized.

“I want to address an insensitive comment I made on a very sensitive issue, especially in a minority dominated industry like hip-hop,” Rick Ross said in a statement posted on Facebook. “My entire empire’s backbone is led by 2 of the strongest people I know and they happen to be women, my mother and sister. The operations wouldn’t run without them and I have the highest regard and respect for women in this industry. I have a daughter myself, my most cherished gift in the world.”

“My comment is not reflection of my beliefs on the issue,” he continues. “A mistake I regret. I hope to use my mistake, my platform and the community to create positive discussion to implement change on a very important issue. respect for the ones who stand up to say hey that isn’t right. Now it’s time to accept responsibility and all do better.”

I want to address an insensitive comment I made on a very sensitive issue, especially in a minority dominated industry…

Posted by Rick Ross on Thursday, July 27, 2017

Rick Ross is currently looking to sign his first female rapper perhaps from his new reality show SIGNED on VH1. The MMG rapper, The-Dream, and Lenny S. are the three judges on the show where contestants gets a chance to show off their talent while embarking on a development process.

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Watch Rick Ross Auditioned Just Brittany On SIGNED

Rick Ross, The-Dream and Lenny S. are already having a lot of fun on their new show on VH1 SIGNED.

The new talent show will see the three men as the judge while they seek to sign and develop new artists in hip-hop and R&B. The show was premiered on Wednesday night on VH1 at 9 p.m. EST and will comprise of eight one-hour episodes based in Atlanta. On the first episode, the trio auditioned Houston singer/rapper Just Brittany. While she impressed them with her looks and flow, her hook didn’t grab their attention.

“We hate the hook but I like the flow,” The-Dream said while Rick Ross added, “You’re so beautiful for the eyes but your chorus I didn’t like, but what I did love was your voice… When I look into her eyes I see confidence got me hypnotized.”

Female rapper Jazz Anderson also auditioned on the first episode and unlike Just Brittany, she spit bars a capella. The artist who makes it past the development stage will have a chance to get sign to Maybach Music Group, Roc Nation, or Radio Killa Records.

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Rick Ross Gets Frank About Signing Female Rappers To MMG

Rick Ross is yet to sign a female rapper to Maybach Music Group and he gets frank in an interview on The Breakfast Club.

MMG is home to artists like Meek Mill, Wale, and Stalley, but there are no female artists on the label. The “Idols Become Rivals” rapper sat down for a candid interview with Charlamagne Tha God, DJ Envy, and Angela Yee where he opened up about a number of topics including the reasons why he hasn’t sign a female rapper and his new show on VH1 “Signed.”

“You know, I never did it because I always thought that I would end up f***ing the female rapper, f***ing the business up,” Rick Ross said. “I’m so focused on my business. I gotta be honest with you. You know, she looking good and I’m spending so much money on the photoshoots…I gotta f**k a couple times.” By that time all three hosts were laughing uncontrollably. Rozay also spoke about signing younger artists who are like teenagers. “If she was a youngster that I felt she was bringing something to the table that dope, you know what I’m saying.

Rick Ross also spoke briefly about his relationship with Trina. Watch the full interview below.

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That fart – Faze Adapt feat. Yung Romvn lyrics

Lyrics Faze Adapt – That fart

Aye, that fart, okay
That fart.

We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that fart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that fart
I need toilet paper, that fart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That fart, that fart, that fart, that fart, ayyy!

Huh? what? that faaart
Still making vids yeah I’m in my prime
Little b*tch, I’m back and poppin’
Gotta keep on going with the bangers never stopping
Spaghetti and hot pockets
b*tch you know I’m faaarting
Quarter pounder burger Kay, that faaart
Hitting stankers like I’m Rain (that’s my boy Nordan), that faaart
4AO where we make that stank, that faaart
Fans trying to get in but we got that gate
faaart or don’t, boy choose your fate
Bangers on bangers boy
6 years I’ve been doing this
Keep talking RiceGum make a diss
You just shot but you gon’ shoot and miss
Got a chain that’s where the rolls, boy
GTR, you know I whip in it
When I skrt you know I rip in it
So loud it sound like you faaart in it.

We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that faaart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that faaart
I need toilet paper, that faaart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayy!

Oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte, oh shayte
Oh shayte, oh shayte, that faaart
faaarting on these haters ’cause I ate Chipotle, that faaart
Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, that faaart (Nordan ayy!)
Walking living legend, yeah I feel like Nordan, ayy, yeah, yeah
Yeah I be back on my rap s**t, trap s**t
‘Bout to pull up in a nice whip
Bad chicks, standing looking better than a bad b*tch
In my new car got no key, just a nice switch
Night, got me moving quicker than a ..
Why you moving slow? yeah you’re looking like an old b*tch
All we do is .. ’cause I’m shitting
Better bring the water ’cause this fire what I’m spitting
Yeah I feel like Ludacris, my tires looking spinning
b*tch I got the liquer so you know that I be sippin’
All night no sleeping, oh, just chillin’, here, never chillin’
Always grinding ’cause the money only thing on my mind
Yeah, never got that time, always got in dimes, yeah
Keep talking I’mma get that nine, ayy
Keep talking I’mma get that nine, ayy, yeah
Get that nine, ayy, all of my b*tches they dimes
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Ooh, look at my wrist yeah it flodded, ooh
All of these b*tches they ugly, ooh
All of my b*tches they pretty, ooh
Running all this s**t
Everytime I go, yeah I step up in your city like.

We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that faaart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that faaart
I need toilet paper, that faaart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayy!

Four mill, yeah I made it, still ain’t changed, that faaart
Going so hard it smell kinda strange, that faaart
Hop on pose man get that canes (get that canes), that faaart
Don’t forget to call the gang
Hop in the R8, head that way
Viral on top of viral, boy
So much it smellin’ vial, boy
Since I was younger I wanted to ball, boy
But the coach said I’m too small, boy
So I hopped on Free For All
Shots out the crane, I’m looking tall
If it ain’t about money please don’t give me that call
We only pay .. we ain’t f*cking with the ball.

Yeah, ayy, never play broke, ayy
Turned myself into a boss, ooh
Pockets they fat, Rick Ross, ooh
I’m only drinking on Voss, ooh
Yeah, that is your hoe, ooh, she tryin’ to call
Yeah, yeah, they don’t wanna see us ball.

We don’t conversate if you don’t stink, that faaart
Yeah I’m going crazy like I’m Banks, that faaart
I need toilet paper, that faaart
G-Fuel got that flavor (Tropical Rain)
That faaart, that faaart, that faaart, that faaart, ayyy!

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Baybe Bawse

Lyrics to ‘Baybe Bawse’ by MadeinTYO:

–Intro–
Yeah, yeah

–Chorus–
Baby boss (ooh), Rick Ross (ooh)
Goin’ off (ooh), gravy sauce (skrt)
Give me the top with the lip gloss
Nasty boy, bih I’m takin’ off
Baby boss (ooh), baby boss (ooh)
Baby boss (ooh, ooh)
Baby boss, baby boss
Baby boss (ooh)
Baby boss (ooh), Rick Ross (ooh)
Goin’ off (ooh), gravy sauce (skrt skrt)
Give me the top with the lip gloss
Nasty boy, bih I’m takin’ off
Baby boss (ooh), baby boss (ooh)
Baby boss (ooh, ooh)
Baby boss, baby boss
Baby boss (ooh)

–Verse–
Breaking that when you find her
Oh, I’m just missin’ lil’ Anja
Appetite like a monster
I can’t ride in a Honda
Niggas cappin’ last summer
Drop the album this summer
Back in, get it dumber
Back in, get it dumber
Pussy nigga tryna kick it (yeah)
Hold it down when you get it
Suck me up, she exquisite
Money stacks like a midget
Slow down, wait a minute (yeah)
Made in lieutenant
Macaroni when I’m in it
Slow grind when I’m in it
I got a comma for come up
She got them thighs from her mama (uh)
Heat on like a sauna (uh)
[?] she a runner (uh)
Pimp poppin’ for the number (uh)
Green diamond, cucumber (bling)
Do it for a damn stack (uh)
J Mack, bring it back (ooh)

–Chorus–
Baby boss (ooh), Rick Ross (ooh)
Goin’ off (ooh), gravy sauce (skrt)
Give me the top with the lip gloss
Nasty boy, bih I’m takin’ off
Baby boss (ooh), baby boss (ooh)
Baby boss (ooh, ooh)
Baby boss, baby boss
Baby boss (ooh)
Baby boss (ooh), Rick Ross (ooh)
Goin’ off (ooh), gravy sauce (skrt skrt)
Give me the top with the lip gloss
Nasty boy, bih I’m takin’ off
Baby boss (ooh), baby boss (ooh)
Baby boss (ooh, ooh)
Baby boss, baby boss
Baby boss (ooh)

–Instrumental–

–Chorus–
Baby boss (ooh), Rick Ross (ooh)
Goin’ off (ooh), gravy sauce (skrt)
Give me the top with the lip gloss
Nasty boy, bih I’m takin’ off
Baby boss (ooh), baby boss (ooh)
Baby boss (ooh, ooh)
Baby boss, baby boss
Baby boss (ooh)
Baby boss (ooh), Rick Ross (ooh)
Goin’ off (ooh), gravy sauce (skrt skrt)
Give me the top with the lip gloss
Nasty boy, bih I’m takin’ off
Baby boss (ooh), baby boss (ooh)
Baby boss (ooh, ooh)
Baby boss, baby boss
Baby boss (ooh)

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DJ Kay Slay – Wild Ones Lyrics ft 2 Chainz, Rick Ross & Kevin Gates

DJ Kay Slay – Wild Ones Lyrics ft 2 Chainz, Rick Ross & Kevin Gates

 

DJ Kay Slay brings us a banger for “Wild Ones.”Linking up with none other than 2 Chains, Rick Ross, Kevin Gates and Meet Sims he brings us a hard new track that seriously bumps.

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DJ Khaled – Whatever (feat. Future, Young Thug, Rick Ross & 2 Chainz) (Grateful Album)

[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
Hide the money and ran outta room, yeah
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
I tried to hide the money and ran outta room
DJ Khaled!

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 1: Young Thug]
(Geek!)
Pay up like I’ve been runnin’ it up forever
I ran that shit up through the roof
Young nigga ran that shit up for his mother
Buy her everything and I got proof
Up, designer fit, ain’t known to buy it
And I done whipped every tire
With the brake pad, "Mello Yello", catch up
Ring me up like your pop-pop, whatever you need to
I skeet then skeet off in a new coupe, keep up!
That V-12 ’bout to heat up, grab your seatbelt, your seatbelt
The color of my boxers, yeah I’m Tommy’d up
Got the Tommy tucked, ayy
I toss that shit up like a spray, watch it spill on the clothes
I soak that shit up when they told me "Don’t matter, boss won"
I suspended these bitches and I subpoenaed these niggas
To see who was real
I supported my bank account and I wouldn’t tell you the account

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Maybach Music
DIamonds all on my fingers, misses still miscellaneous
Left the ski-mask in the ‘Rari, residencies out in Vegas
Smoking like Calvin Broadus, blueberry with the big homie
Idols becoming rivals, down to die for my survival
Fell in love with the money, she at the spot every Sunday
Loyalty’s what I lust, how I measure my woman
Minimize my mistakes, love every tat on my face
DJ Khaled my blood, got several M’s in my safe

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room) Whatever!

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
2 Chainz
Watch me break down bales, residue on scales
Yeah, I had the girls sick, man I cure like nails
Competition might fail, repetition might sell
Dirty kitchen, dirty dishes, dirty bitches, oh well
Foreign whip rider, lobster on my rider, uh
You can get the platter, uh, I put my money up
You gon’ need a ladder, work, no acrobatics
Work, no calisthenics, my dick be acting stingy
My check be acting boujee, my car got all the groupies
I bought a new Rolex now my old Rolex tryna sue me
Fashion on exotic, pistol on regardless
Bitches look like Barbie
Ricky Bobby on my trolly

[Bridge: Future]
Tryna set a bando on fire
I’m just tryna get you so higher
Money coming in, we get flyer
You must be tryna wife her like Tiger

[Chorus: Future]
Money on your head, you might get hit up today
You can’t be wonderin’ why they always stayin’ dead broke
In the kitchen cookin’ chickens like a redbone
My grandma seen me buy my first Polo sweater
I, got my hand flooded, I, bought the whole projects
I, got my hood stuntin’, this whatever
I, charged the whole 30, I, got my niggas workin’
I, got my bitches down for whatever
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!
(I tried to hide the money and ran outta room)
Whatever!

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Boss – Lil Pump lyrics

Lyrics Lil Pump – Boss

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Walk in the trap like a boss, oooh
Walk in the trap like a boss
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, oohhh.

Walk in the trap, Ric Flair, ooh
f*ck a nigga b*tch don’t care, damn
Throwin’ up racks in the air, damn
Told that b*tch Lil Pump yeah, ooh
Damn, I just broke my wrist
100 on my wrist, can’t tell me s**t
Pop 4 xans then I f*cked a nigga’s b*tch
Never wearin’ slippers, I always flippin’ bricks
Aye, yeah I came up with the sauce damn
Damn, yeah I sold crack in the halls, damn
Lil Pump, bands on top
Gave my mom 2 Glocks
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Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh
Damn, everybody do wanna be me
Lookin’ at my neck and its Fiji, ooh.

Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
Yeah, I came in with the sauce, ooh
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeah
b*tch, I flex Rick Ross, yeahhh.
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