Ray J - I Hit It First Lyrics

Ray J - I Hit It First Ft. Bobby Brackins Lyrics (Kim Kardashian & Kanye West Diss):

[Hook: Ray J]
She might move on to rappers and ballplayers
But we all know I hit it first
I hop in the club and boppers show love, and I don't even put in work
I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it first
I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it, I hit it first

[Verse 1: Ray J]
I had her head going north and her ass going south
But now baby chose to go West
We deep in the building she know that I kill 'em
I know that I hit it the best
Candles lit with that wine, money still on my mind
And I gave her that really bomb sex
No matter where she goes or who she knows
She still belongs in my bed
Going hard in the streets, mobbin with my homies
Sippin' on good, blowin' on OG
Me and ghost sittin' clean with the matching rollie
I did that first so everybody know me

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Bobby Brackins]
Steady on at the top where we finna be
Apple juice and we mix it with the Hennessy
Give her no dough to come, but I gave her 10 to leave
I bet I hit it first, unless you took that girl virginity
First come, first served is all a player know
But I don't wanna be a player no more
That's a lie, I'm way too fly
I love anything with ass that walk by
Yeah you love her, yeah you hug her and you kiss her
She dome me up, she give me face like some whiskers
Tia’s and Tamera’s, I be knockin sisters
And I still hit, while you lonely and you miss her

[Bridge: Ray J]
When I walk in the function
You already know I'm leaving with something
Girls know when I'm coming
I give a girl real proper loving

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Ray J]
And if you were to come back to me
Girl I know just how you'd do me
And if you were to come back to me
Girl I know just why you'd choose me
And if you were to come back to me
Girl, I'll get it wet -- jacuzzi
And if you were to come back to me girl
We'll make another movie

[Hook]

[Outro x4: Ray J]
I put her on, I put her on, I put that girl on

Kanye West - New God Flow Ft Pusha T Lyrics

Pusha T & Kanye West - New God Flow Lyrics:

[Kanye West]
Now hold up, I ain’t tryna stunt man
But these Yeezy’s jumped over the jumpman
Went from most hated to the new God flow
I guess that’s a feeling only me and Lebron know
I’m living 3 dreams, Biggie Smalls, Dr. Kings, Rodney Kings
Uh, cause we can’t get along, no resolution
Till we drown all these haters, rest in peace to Whitney Houston
Cars, money, girls and the clothes
All money, you sold your soul
Nah man, mad people was frontin’
God damn, we made it here from nothing
Picture worth your whole life, and it can’t cut through
That can mess up your whole life, like the uncle that touched you
What has the world come to?
I’m from the 312, where cops don’t come through, and dreams don’t come through
Like where did God go, in his Murcielago
Went from working McDonalds, barely paying the car note
Even got enough to get his mama a condo
People came shot him in front of his mom
40 killings in a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you feel you Sunday service
I got green in my eyes, follow this Eric Sermon
Did Moses not part the water with the cane
Did Noah make the arc when I made it rain
Did Yeezy not get signed by Hov and Dame
And went to Jacob’s and made the new Jesus Chains
In Jesus name, let the choir say
I’m on fire ayy, that’s what Richard Pryor Say
And we annihilate anybody that violate
Ask any dopeboy you know, they admire Ye’

Chris Brown - I Don’t Like (Remix) Ft Game Lyrics (Drake Diss)

Chris Brown - I Don’t Like (Remix) Ft The Game Lyrics (Drake Diss):

[Game Verse]
...
[Chris Brown Verse]
A fuck n***a, that’s that shit I don’t like

They throwin’ bottles, I’m throwin’ models

just ’cause I give a bitch long pipe/

Doin’ shows on the soccer field, that’s dome right?

I be singin’, he be singin’, so it’s on, fight

But hold up, I ain’t give a n***a no green light

 This head up, my bread up, one on one, what you scared, bruh?

Matter fact, take care bruh, you a pu**y n***a

My n***a Tunechi, yeah that n***a nice

Shout out to Nicki, man, that ass tight

Them eyebrows, man, them shits is yikes

 OVO, you overdosed, screamin’ YOLO no, I live twice.’

Chris Brown - I Don’t Like ft The Game Lyrics (Drake Diss)

DJ Khaled - I Wish You Would ft. Kanye West & Rick Ross Lyrics

DJ Khaled - I Wish You Would ft. Kanye West & Rick Ross Lyrics:

I’m so serious!

[Kanye West]
One, two them boys coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, hide your bitch
(Ayo Yeezy, pop your shit)

[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They said, thou shall not be ill
Thou shall not feel
Thou should not be trill, not be drill, not be real
Niggas selling packs, niggas flipping pills
They got heroin and cracks, man these niggas high for real
Every year gon be our year
Every year gon be my year
These niggas really is out here
These niggas really is out here
The block is at war
Post traumatic stress
Ran up outta pills
Rob that CVS
Niggas getting bust over In God’s We Trust
We believe in God but do God believe in us
If we believe enough, will we ever get to know ‘im
That lean got us dozing, we forget that we the chosen
I’ve been poppin shit for too long
But still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
In the streets I hear ‘em hotter than the fucking devil
I wonder how I got a hundred in my fucking bezel
G5, make it rain, I can change the weather
We fly, them niggas lame, where your fucking cheddar?
Aim at your brain, AK be the fucking letters
Fuck niggas fall in alphabetical order
Frank Lucas fur, the cap run more than the quarter
I’m at the fight, ringside, right next to promoters
All my niggas still hustle consider ‘em roguish
I remember catching buses just bought me a Lotus
All your codes get decoded, know the niggas you quoting
Hunh, my corner will scorch ya
Somehow my flow is the coldest
Money, power, respect, the only thing’s truly important
Family first, Khaled we gotta stay focused
God Forgives and I don’t
Pussy niggas unnoticed

I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga
You see you got a couple cases, still look good nigga
You see these niggas’ll try to play ya
Know how ya feel nigga
Eh yup, that’d be the day you wanna kill a nigga
But you gon chill nigga
Just for your kids nigga
Cause now there’s kids doing grown man biz nigga
You just got home nigga
You tryna live nigga
Me I don’t wanna do another 5 years nigga
The boss is testing yo ass
The feds’ll question yo ass
They be drug testin’ yo ass
And then they pray you don’t pass
And then you look in the sky
You got some questions to ask
With no response make you wanna grab the tech and the mac
Cause they’ve been poppin’ shit for too long
Still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us

I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us
(ROZAY!)

Kanye West - I Don’t Like (Ft. Big Sean, Chief Keef, Jadakiss & Pusha T) Lyrics

Kanye West - I Don’t Like (Ft. Big Sean, Chief Keef, Jadakiss & Pusha T) Lyrics:

[Pusha T]
Fraud niggas, ya’ll niggas
That’s that shit I don’t like
Yo shit, make believe
Rappin’ ’bout my own life
Real names, kill things
That’s that shit I won’t write
Cause my niggas still sellin’ dope
Like they aint on they third strikes
That’s rare nigga, Ric Flair nigga
The powers in my hair nigga
I give the beat the chair nigga
Soho or Tribeca
3 hoes, trifecta
Dope money, coke money
Hublot, my watch better
My pens better, you don’t write
Trendsetter you clone like
Pay homage or K’s vomit?
Ungrateful niggas I don’t like

[Chief Keef - Hook]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)
Sneak dissers, that’s that shit I don’t like (bang bang)

[Kanye West]
They smile in my face is what I don’t like
They steal your whole sound, that’s a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They wanna find me not breathin’ like they found Mike
A girl’ll run her mouth only outta spite
But I’ll never hit a woman, never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phife
In that pussy so deep I coulda drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eating good, vegetari’ with the brown rice
Girls kissing girls, cause it’s hot right
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
They aint about that life, they aint about that life
We hanging out the window, it’s ’bout to be a Suge Knight
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shout out to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L.E.P, J Boogie right
Chief Keef, King Louie, this is Chi right
Right?

[Chief Keef - Hook]
A fuck nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
A bitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like
Sneak dissers, that’s that shit I don’t like
Don’t like, like, don’t like, like
A snitch nigga, that’s that shit I don’t like

[Chief Keef]
Fake Gucci that’s the shit I don’t like
Smoking on this dope higher than a kite
This bitch gon love me now, she gon let me pipe
Screamin’ Sosa, thats the nigga that I like
I don’t want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that’s that shit they don’t like
I got tatts up on my arm, cause this shit is life
And I splash on a bunch of clothes cause I’m living life
I come up on the scene and I’m still alight
Bitch, I’m high off life, got me feeling right
Bitch, I’m Chief Keef, fuck who don’t like
And bitch we GBE we just gon’ cite?

[Hook]

[Big Sean]
We are not one and the same
Nigga, I’m fucking insane
Fuck is you sayin’
Yo’ ass been doing the same
Shit, now do what you sayin’
Dang, I tell ya old bitch, she was fucking a lame
Turn one hoe to a train
Bloaw, Blang, my niggas holding that pain
I just hope you’ve been praying
Bang bang, riding for my niggas and that’s for life
High class, I’m just surrounded by these low lifes
And I run this bitch like it’s no lights
Goin’ hard the whole night cause I aint going back to my old life
I promise

[Hook]

[Jadakiss]
I done sold purp’, I done sold white
Running out of work, that’s that shit I don’t like
She never let me hit, she gave me dome twice
She blowing up my phone, that’s that bitch I don’t like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on ‘em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, ‘nother 30 for the Jesus
Believed in ourselves when nobody else believed us
Suckas!

[Hook]

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Beyonce - Party Remix ft. J. Cole Lyrics

Beyonce - Party Remix ft. J. Cole Lyrics:

[Kanye West]

You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh

We got the swag sauce, she drippin’ swagu

You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh

We got the swag sauce, she drippin’ swagu

[Beyonce]

I may be young, but I’m ready

To give you all my love

I told my girls you can get it

Don’t slow it down, just let it go

So in love

I’ll give it all away

Just don’t tell nobody tomorrow

So tonight,

I’ll do it every way

Speakers knockin’ til the morning light

Cause we like to party (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Cause we like to party (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)

Cause we like to party

Your touch is driving me crazy

I can’t explain the way I feel

Tuck down with the radio on

And the night belong to us

Just hold me close, don’t let me go

So in love

I don’t care what they say

I don’t care if they talking tomorrow

Cause tonight’s the night, uh, uh, uh ooh

That I give you everything

Music knockin’ ’til the morning light

[J. Cole]

We out in Abu Dhabi, we like to party

We don’t cause trouble, we just ride Bugatti

Bad chicks, shawty, sorta resemble Sade

Imported her in from Raleigh

And pulled up into the Valet

The boy dropped the keys tryna sneak-a-peek at that body

See this that time of the week, she like freak a leak and get naughty

Therefore I like to thank God and Ice Cube for Friday

Cause La-Di-Da-Di… (we like to party)

[Beyonce]

So in love

I’ll give it all away

Just don’t tell nobody tomorrow

Cause tonight’s the night

That I give you everything

Music knockin’ ’til the morning light

Cause we like to party, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Cause we like to party, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Cause we like to party

[Kanye West]

You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh

We got the swag sauce, she drippin’ swagu

You a bad girl and your friends bad too, oh

We got the swag sauce, she drippin’ swagu

T.I. - Niggas in Paris Remix Lyrics

T.I. - Niggas in Paris Remix Lyrics (Ft. Jay-Z, Kanye West):

(We’re gonna skate to one song, one song only)

(Ball so hard ma’fuckas wanna fine me)

[T.I.]

Hey!

Ay, man, I’unno what done happened, uh

I guess y’all musta caught amnesia in my absence, I ain’t been gone that long, have I?

Well, just for your reminder, how ’bout the crown meet The Throne right here?

Let’s get it

Call me T.I. or CPR, I’m killin’ shit, even in prison, I’m still the shit

Betta reconi’, King in the buildin’, bitch, act like you know, are you serious?

I (ball so hard), my ankle hurt, don’t buy a car if I ain’t the fir’

In the country wit’ it, one, two, three bitches to watch me while I painted her

I (ball so hard), they hate to see me, on the stage, Jay-Z, Kanye wit’ me

You know I (ball so hard), Tip is scary, merci beaucoup in Par-ee

Parlez-vous francais, I say, menage a trois today, I say

I (ball so hard), how I depart? Maybach chauffeured, I ain’t got to par’

So raw, so official, dawg, them lames can’t do nothin’ wit’ you, dawg

She all on me, better get your broad, don’t like that, blow yo’ whistle, dawg

I (ball so hard), no referee’ll throw no flag, ain’t no techs for me

I keep them suckas upset wit’ me, them racks back on deck, you be’ belee’ that I…

Ball so hard ma’fuckas wanna fine me

That shit cray (What, ‘Ye?)

That shit cray (Haaaa)

That shit cray

Ball so hard ma’fuckas wanna fine me

That shit cray (Huh, what, ‘Ye?)

That shit cray (Yeah, yeah)

That shit cray (Go, ay!)

[Jay-Z]

Ball so hard ma’fuckas wanna fine me, but first niggas gotta find me

What’s fitty grand to a ma’fucka like me, can you please remind me?

Ball so hard, this shit crazy, y’all don’t know that don’t shit phase me

The Nets could go 0-for-82, when I look at you, like, this shit gravy

Ball so hard, this shit weird, we ain’t even pose’ beat here

Ball so hard, but since we here, it’s only right that we be fair

Psycho, I’m liable to go Michael, take ya pick, Jackson, Tyson, Jordan, Game Six

Ball so hard, got a broke clock, Rolies that don’t tick-tock

Audemars that’s losin’ time, hidden behind all these big rocks

Ball so hard, I’m shocked, too, I’m supposed to be locked up, too

You escape what I escaped, you’d be in Paris gettin’ fucked up too

Ball so hard, let’s get faded, Le Meurice for like six days

Gold bottles, scold models, spillin’ Ace on my sick Js

Balled so hard, bitch, behave, just might let you meet ‘Ye

Chi-town’s D. Rose, so I’m movin’ the Nets to BK

Ball so hard ma’fuckas wanna fine me

That shit cray

That shit cray

That shit cray

Ball so hard ma’fuckas wanna fine me

That shit cray

That shit cray

That shit cray

[Kanye West]

She said, “‘Ye, can we get married at the mall?”

I said, “Look, you need to crawl ‘fore you ball

Come and meet me in the bathroom stall

And show me why you deserve to have it all”

(Ball so hard) That shit cray (That shit cray) Ain’t it, Jay?

(Ball so hard) What she order? (What she order?) Fish filet

(Ball so hard) “Yo’ whip so cold!” (Whip so cold!) This old thing?

Act you’ll ever be around motherfuckers like this again

Bougie girl, grab my hand, fuck that bitch, she don’t wanna dance

‘Scuse my French, but I’m in France (Haha) I’m just sayin’

Prince William’s ain’t do it right, if you ask me

‘Cause I was him I woulda (Married Kate and Ashley)

What’s Gucci, my nigga? What’s Louis, my killa?

What’s drugs, my dealer? What’s that jacket, Margiela?

Doctors say I’m the illest, ’cause I’m sufferin’ from realness

Got my niggas in Paris, and they goin’ gorillas (Hunh?)

(I don’t even know what that means!)

(No one knows what it means)

(But it’s provocative)

(No, it’s not)

(Gets the people goin’)

Ball so hard ma’fuckas wanna fine me

Ball so hard ma’fuckas wanna fine me

You are now watchin’ the throne, don’t let me get in my zone

Don’t let me get in my zone, don’t let me get in my zone

These other niggas is lyin’, actin’ like the summer ain’t mine

(I got that hot bitch in my home) You know how many hot bitches I own?

Don’t let me get in my zone, don’t let me get in my zone

Don’t let me get in my zone, don’t let me get in my zone

The stars is in the buildin’, they hands is to the ceilin’

I know I’m ’bout to kill it, “How you know?” I got that feelin’

You are now watchin’ the throne, don’t let me enter my zone

Don’t let me enter my zone, I’m definitely in my zone

(Zone, zone, zone, zone…)

Nick Cannon - Big Spender ft. Kanye West Lyrics

Nick Cannon - Big Spender ft. Kanye West Lyrics:

hey big spender, hey big spender, hey big spender
i don’t see no …shows, i don’t see no rolls …
i don’t see no lolos, and a low…
…wardrobe goes, all those ain’t your clothes
the product placement videos with no logos
you got a chain, no glow
got a deal, no dough
just the same, joe small throwbacks and …

not a good first weeks, worry gonna blow
but there’s no need to front you roll with …
had the o’s rolling, drows… now you over exposed
… to you account and the amounts you owe
your record was so close not … just so so
how you label don’t know you on talking no show
the only time you in the streets is just signs for promos
…everybody know who wrote your … flow
you gotta pay him too, your publician’s a no go
i got speddy gonzales dollars and yours is slow mo
y’all know these cats i’m talking to
…cats with 4-5 platinum chains…
you cats ain’t big spenders…
you got the gucci, but the …
hey big spender, hey big spender, hey big spender

you never seen a nigger quite like this before
he was stunting…before you even got to blow
magazines … like texaco
…walk… mexico
back when the cars caused too much to…
… how, when my money stayed in the rear like…
and i wanted to go platinum one time
man you be still spending money from drunk line
man when i finish this…tour up
i’ma tell my … to clear my credit score…
or is it cause my name on them backstage passes
niggers always asking where his maybachs is
motherfucker how you…

hey big spender, hey big spender, hey big spender
hey big spender, hey big spender, hey big spender

they … was gonna blow, but now you worrying
i got good news though, i just saved … car insurance
you probably learn and this music game …
need to go back …
in fact you aren’t even good at doing that
you your street credibility, you ruined that
trying to be … and pursuing rap
… man …now you sewing black
what i get for a track you never make in life
i’m like… i make a million/night
…and i know your babies mom…
yeah i make big money, yeah i drive big cars
i can do that dog, i’m a movie star

hey big spender, hey big spender, hey big spender
hey big spender, hey big spender, hey big spender.

Pusha T - Amen ft Kanye West & Young Jeezy Lyrics

Pusha T - Amen ft Kanye West & Young Jeezy Lyrics:

Amen (repeated)
[Kanye West - Verse 1]
You like that don’t ya. I wrote it myself by the way
And I don’t mean to be selfish
But I picture myself gettin’ paid
And you might get pneumonia
Im colder than an elf on a sleigh
Uh, me and Pusha back on it
Now everybody help us Pray.
Lord forgive my sins and all my friends
Dollars make sense, I’m tryna get paid
[Pusha T]
Tryna get saved (too late)
Time to get paid
Got a gun and a stocking mask
Niggas thought I was tryna get waves
I’mma let all ya’ll niggas pray for it
My young niggas knocking off a K for it
Sold my soul on the back end
Only f-cking way I’mma pay for it
Front that shit, you put a flame on
My niggas locked in a cage for
They keep telling me to go hard
Number one spot you was made for
Yeah, I made more
Front of the grill, got a racehorse
California Crayola ring
Glow In The Dark like a ‘Ye tour
F-ck niggas steppin’ in my lane for
Not knowing that it’s a landmine
Soon as a nigga feel a cool breeze
Throw the top up like a gang sign
Red or blue, crip or blood
Solitaires, diamond studs like chandeliers I’ma flood
Black Jesus piece like it’s dipped in mud
Fashion God’s, notice mine
Rollarball spikes I’m Pokemon
Paris shit, Louboutin
Under bright lights where do you belong
[Chorus]
Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving acres they can’t find no Yay
See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
Amen
[Kanye West]
Amen, how many people do you know hatin’?
On your downfall sitting their waitin’
When you shine, wonder what they gonna say then
Everything I do now stadium’s
Tell me what they really gon’ say to him
And I’m headed straight to the ATM
Finna go HAM, finna go in
Nigga you get it when pigs fly, when Yeezy fake
Devil’s pie, piece of cake
Kit-Kat I need a break
God’s child, Jesus Christ
Club like a broken neck, I need the ice
I need the lights
In Egypt they fightin’ for freedom
Cop pull you over no reason, beat him
[Chorus]
Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving acres they can’t find no Yay
See at first they roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
Amen
[Young Jeezy]
I got them units packed in that black van like the A-Team
Even seen ‘em come two tone like a saleen (saleen)
Saleen, Yeah that’s a Mustang
Break ‘em down in the night, thats what I call hustlin’
They say they on they dumb shit, but this is ignorance
Come to warn the timepiece, now thats ignorance
Young, you a fool, I coulda bought some real estate
Instead I bought a half a block, I tried to sew up half the streets
I’m on, 75-75, going for the 25
Guess who’s pickin’ up a trey
Just an ordinary day with extraodinary pay
Extraordinary risk
Can’t even explain, got an extraordinary wrist
I talk it cause I lived it man, this shit aint really nuttin’ to me
Tell ya like Sosa told Tony: “dont you f-ck with me”
[Chorus]
Please Lord, yeah, it’s gettin realer everyday
Niggas killin’ niggas, starving acres they can’t find no Yay
See they flossin’, roll around and their bills they cannot pay
So some be trapped and some be dying, bow heads and let us pray
Amen

Complete Jay-Z & Kanye West: Watch The Throne Album Lyrics

Complete Jay-Z & Kanye West: Watch The Throne Album Lyrics

Jay-Z and Kanye West have released their highly anticipated collaboration album entitled watch the throne today. Not surprisingly it has shot straight to number one on itunes across the globe.

View full track-list of Jay-Z & Kanye West: Watch The Throne Album Lyrics below.

Tracklist

1. No Church For The Wild Lyrics (Ft. Frank Ocean)

2. Lift Off Lyrics (Ft. Beyoncé)

3. Niggas In Paris Lyrics

4. Otis Lyrics (Ft. Otis Redding)

5. Gotta Have It Lyrics

6. New Day Lyrics

7. Prime Time Lyrics

8. Who Gon Stop Me Lyrics

9. Murder To Excellence Lyrics

10. Welcome To The Jungle Lyrics

11. Made In America Lyrics (Ft. Frank Ocean)

12. Why I Love You Lyrics (Ft. Mr Hudson)

13. Illest Motherfucker Alive Lyrics

14. H•A•M Lyrics

15. That's My Bitch Lyrics (Ft.ft Elly Jackson)

16. The Joy Lyrics (Ft. Curtis Mayfield)