Lil Scrappy - Complicated Ft. Gunplay Lyrics

Lil Scrappy - Complicated Ft. Gunplay Lyrics:

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ASAP Rocky - Ghetto Symphony Ft. Gunplay & A$AP Ferg Lyrics

ASAP Rocky - Ghetto Symphony Ft. Gunplay & A$AP Ferg Lyrics:

I’m rappin like be one day, on that track with Gunplay
Outkast my whole life so I decide to spit like Andre
Beef is on my entrée, Jim & Juice, that’s Bombay
Driving fast the wrong way, I swear life is like a one way
Pussy on a Sunday, fitness on a Monday
My new crib came with a fenshuey in my closets like a runway
Come be my fiancée, she fuck me in a Hondey
My rooftop got a lounge, just sit around and watch her sunbathe
Finna date for 1K, shopping date for 2K
Hoopty ass bitch, made me wait to fuck for 2 days
Finally got the toobey, swear to God my mood changed
Top off like toupees, drive off, touché
Yea my mouth is full of gold and I’m a city boy
And my outfit was in Vogue, I’m a pretty boy
Bounce what? Flocka tell em holla at a nigga G
Riding on Miami mix, here’s my ghetto symphony

Rippin, with me, my mama as a witness
Bitches knickin and lockin up my swishas
Once you blow my whistle, she know it’s the swistles
Spread the news, I’m official, now hop out my foreign vessel
Before I get aggressive, forget it, war ready
Already tested, tears and blood invested
Til my cardiac’s arrested and my 40 ounces empty
Show me what you owe me and appoint a house with that
Black magic on the ties, only I
Rolling down a lonely mile, phony smile
One, police on me, still torn
And my chain and my stony dow cheerful
Pain, in its purest form
Don’t complain, I came to reign
From here forth, still lord
So the crib got cleared for us
Burning planes in my airforce
And all I can see is clear porch

Since Rocky spit like Andre I’m gon kill it like Big Boi
These rappers is on my entrée,
You don’t like cookies, chips your heart
Eatin joy when I get annoyed, no cover niggas that I kill for joy
Either Gunplay, runway, trip avoid
Money get style, my lil fishin boy
Arnold Schwarzeneger, toss a nigga
Like codein mixed with a Roy
Smoke what make a nigga trip collide
What took me how fast, you could grip a 9
Damn, nigga I doubt they tell this my heart
And the motherfuckers come in to cry
You niggas have a sour dipped in wine
Guess that’s when a girl sip the white
Pourin liq so I soak in different shine
Tip tipped and toe I miss the sky
My show get cold, all my niggas died
So and so, niggas live and die
Beneath choose souls you will reside
Rappers getting nailed for this freakin life
Tryina come with this for their freakin lives
How many time your eyes and a nigga died?
Never!
Spittin it like a Beretta, nobody do it better nigga

Rick Ross - Same Damn Time (Remix) Ft. Wale, Gunplay & Meek Mill Lyrics

Rick Ross - Same Damn Time (Remix) Ft. Wale, Gunplay & Meek Mill Lyrics:

Future what it do, nigger?
Bounce!
Nigger… on these fuck boys
Was that?
Twisting, whining, backing soda at the same damn time
Plus I got to mention, bitch, I got the same damn time
Women bought the sixty twos at the same damn time
Like.. at the rolly at the same damn time!
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
Still selling boys and girl at the same damn time!
Selling cane, gimmie brain at the same damn time
All the women say my name at the same damn time!
..two different choppers at the same damn time
Putting down different projects at the same damn time!
Throw money.. it’s the same damn grind
But I got two platinum …at the same damn time!
Women got two Maseratis at the same damn time
Paparazzi.. at the same damn time
It’s the same damn time, it’s the same damn grind
Captain boy cooking time at the same damn time
On my Twitter writing raps at the same damn time
Getting here counting bread at the same down time.

She a.. at the same damn time
We’re a squad, long for…
Fuck your tape, fuck your bra
Middle finger up, to the mother fucking…
No days on, can’t play ball, sick with the … like the wrong going on.
At the same damn time shape like a..
..and she makes you …
And she striping, go to college
And they trick her to…
But them bitches always gossip, she fears…
At the same, at the same time
And your girl don’t show her face when I’ll be …
..be nice, with the great …
You’re in the past… on the same watch!

Chorus:
I wear Gucci, I wear Prada at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling me at the same damn time
Fucking two pair of bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
On the Pluto, on the Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, private bar, at the same damn time

All black, tacky jumper ..at the same damn time
Daddy’s bitches popping…
All these hoes in the game, no room for you in here
…bitch on my shades, skinies on my blades
… like my hood that ever glades
Bitch for ever pay, doing with no effort
Now let’s … celebrate
Hoes catching…
Toe touching flicks, she jumped on my… and did a… trick for me.
Slipping on, and pimping… grip for me.
… you homie, homie had a…
I’mma pull that ghetto now …
Must be at your rabbit mind, I’m talking rabbit same damn time.

I got Gucci, I got Louis at the same damn time
I should do … Naomi with the same damn…
In the kitchen with the flow, you got the same damn…
I need a … I’mma blow it at the same damn time
At the same damn time, get a …
And she got a boyfriend, but she say it’s sucker
At the same time pull it like James….
and… tomorrow all these niggers can’t count
…got bitches on my list, they’re rolling on…

Chorus:
I wear Gucci, I wear Prada at the same damn time
On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time
Selling white, selling me at the same damn time
Fucking two pair of bitches at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
At the same damn time, at the same damn time
On the Pluto, on the Mars at the same damn time
On the sofa, private bar, at the same damn time

Gunplay - Mask On Lyrics & Video

Gunplay - Mask On ( Official Video )

Gunplay - Mask On Lyrics:

mask on, mask off
when i loop that corner boy, ain't gon' be no talk
just a whole lotta (flocka! ) and a whole lotta chump
mask on (how you want it?) mask off (how you want it?)
you don't want it homie, what the fuck you niggas mean?
sheriff catch us with the infrared beams
ok, these niggas think they steppin' on my turf and ima let 'em
get your armor off first, 'fore you step out in this weather
rainin' bucket on my fuckas, cocaine in my dutches
ain't gon be no mercy when your fate is in my clutches
m dre with the top rip, rag on the chopstick
lookin' like i'm bout to hold the whole world hostage
they say i'm satan's sidekick but yall'd never know
i got killers lurkin' round but yall'd never know
rollin' in my benz like it's boderline bentley
my 44 never close, so don't boderline tempt me
i'm in total control mode, move you like a checker
two barrels on my weapon, now that's a double decker
no pity in my city, no love in my titty
who the fuck ain't gunplay money? all they'd admit it
cigarfare and hardware, no way i'm gon' starve here
hard weed, and soft hair, and sticks for that warfare
so serious i can't smile, stress keep my face frown
it don't matter how many times i pull the ace out
real nigga all day, bully the hard way
from the bout to broadway, we gon' handle it our way
lookin' like money, but i'm feelin' like murder
if ya took somethin' from me, best believe i'll reverse it
yeah, clearly disturbed, probably piss on a sheriff
fuck the crackas and the jackas, pass the mass and a wacka

Rick Ross - Finals Ft Meek Mill & Gunplay Lyrics

Rick Ross - Finals Ft Meek Mill & Gunplay Lyrics:

[Rick Ross]

We them niggas at the park, we just wanna ball

Sellin dope, we get a car and don’t know what its called

Nniggas foul, but the referees dont get involved

Its the finals, and my dogs came to take it all

With the her-ion , nigga im Lebron (HUH)

Quarter millie for my car, and thats on the Quran

You running with me nigga, or you better run two

Ties for you pussies cause you know who number one

These bitches all on my dick, is it all of my cars,

They say my Audemar sick, just bought a ?

This a ten million flip, so nigga fuck what you talk

100 million off the rip, the definition of boss

She can tell how I’m ballin, dat I’m just gettin started

Yea I took an advance, put 20 keys in the projects

Had to scoop my lieutenant, had to make my deposits

Niggas DIEE everyday the time choppa comes out the closet

And I pride myself, I’m gettin money in the street

I ride myself, I’m the one you gotta see

I bring it straight to your door, do you like it Manolo

When you flashin that money, them people flashin your photo

Kno I’m fuckin these broads, cause I’m flashy as fuck

Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck

Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck

Fi-Five live-in maids, my crib nasty as fuck

Huh

My money on a another level (HUH)

My money on a another level (HUH)

She fucking ordinary niggas

Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

[Meek Mill]

Hatin wid dem bitchs, dats a flagrant foul

I’m posted with that china white, the smokers say its Yao

A nigga play, I want his head im talkin 80 thou

I tell my shooters go get em, they go make a cow

Ridin in a wiz a fortune, then I made a vow

I will never let these rapper niggas take a stow

My dogs karate chop them bricks, then they take a bow

Throw a banana in the air ak then I make a smile

Blake Griffin on these niggas, rookie of the year,

This ordinary shittin on these niggas

And I heard that they be hating, I aint trippin on these niggas

Make it rain all these hoes, havin it drippin on these niggas

Ya

Lou-Louie Vutton kicks , they my ball sneaks

30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me

Lou-Louie Vutton kicks, they my boss sneaks

30 pair Michael Jordans, is what they cost me

My money on a another level

My Money on a another level

She fuckin ordinary niggas

your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

[Gunplay]

My track got umps, jumpin until it needs a crutch

Got birds flyin around, like mr 23 himself

You want to eat, I got the food

Nigga come and see the chef,

We aint playing by the rules, put the toolie on the reps

Scored a foul line nigga, payin high by the high now

When I get the Gucci, only 3note is the dial now

Skunk screamin loud, tryna speak a whole sound now

My heart so hard, the cookie need a powerdrive

I’m triple a arrogant ass attitude

100 down south, right down the last avenue

This the dead end, gotta kill to fit in

So pop your act and move it, if he can bring the shit in

Lebon 5.0′s white tee, hood rich

I got cheerleaders too, and everyone a hood bitch

And a whip the color the yayo, n that mutha fucka foreign

Whi-whi-whip the color yayo, n that mutha fucka foreign

[Rick Ross]

My money on a another level

My money on a another Level

She fucking ordinary niggas

Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

My money on a another level

My money on a another level

She fucking ordinary niggas

Your bitch be fucking ordinary niggas

We gon call this the finals,

Cause I can have your ass finalized

HUH

We 25 million up nigga, Double M G the untouchable

Fuck boy, Fuck boy, Fuck boy

Still a fuck boy

We gettin money nigga

we gettin money nigga

I see you runnin nigga

I see you runnin nigga

They dnt want it nigga

They dnt want it nigga

They dnt want it nigga

They dont want it nigga

We 1 hundred nigga

We 1 hundred nigga

100 million