Chris Brown - Mona Lisa Ft. Kevin McCall Lyrics

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BET CYPHER 2011 - Chris Brown, Tyga, Kevin McCall, Ace Hood Lyrics

BET CYPHER 2011 - Chris Brown, Tyga, Kevin McCall, Ace Hood Lyrics:

ace hood

moment of silence for this beat that i'm about to kill
and all you rappers signed a suicidal deal
no hard feelings, pimpin, this what authentic is
month old denim, 30 grand in it still
sleeping on me? i put gas in your nyquil
getting money while your pockets on the diet pill
flow knock em cold, out like benadryl
colt 14, call it emit till
yeah, billionaire is a state of mind
that's the rolley on, think before these good times
micheal corleone back while he was in his prime
that's how i'm feeling while i'm freaking my new spanish dime
damn! you can tell i'm on another level
he think he better then i he get the j letter
yeah jumped and jacked, be a trend-setter
you lookin at the past, how you doin its a pleasure

kevin mccall

i'm at the top like high note
killing those 5.0 should be killing for survival
jeffrey dahmer, i'mma slaughter every beat that i'm on
y'all sleeping on me so i had to turn the lights on
my pockets swollen: i should put some ice on
shout out to breezy could've never did this shit alone
potty traning couldn't never did this shit alone
if we ain't the best to do it, then prove us wrong
so sick on that hiv, i guess that mean i'm full-blown
of course i'm just speaking metaphorically
living fantastic, i wonder if its four of me
this is just a sample: if you want more of me
you have to rewind time unless the microphone recording me
k-mac rhyming on the maybach
the truth will sit you free so i will testify and say that
ballin like a preacher, catch me rollin in my maybach
shining cause i blew myself up: arab

tyga

look at me now, my dogg said that we will be rich one day
but i'm anthony: i do things the hardaway
easy bake fast cake, rearrange her vertebrae
try it like a murder case
you gon need ice skates, thin ice, ivy
i see her in the winter
oh you copying my swag? well you a little late
prolly make more when i'm gone, mike j, smooth criminal
smooth bass, i call it sade
why you starin so long? ?
money talk so i jus walk and let it translate
you ain't fuckin with me i don't fornicate
i jus let her taste test then she let my dick chase
young money cash money, dollars big face
so when you talkin new rappers don't compare me
haha, i'mma last king, we don't talk rappers if it ain't ymcmb

chris brown

look, said i was down for the count
lets make em eat their words
and if this beat is sweet i make em bite the curb
this probation got me walkin the straight and narrow
i'm in the club taking shots jus like its double barrel
c'mon live thru what i've been thru
this media so fucked up thats why i don't do no interviews
and i ain't gotta break shit but i bend the rules
i skateboard, kick flip, right in my pool
with 200 model chicks super gettin loose
they jus want a big dick, did i say that? oops
oh i, oh my where's my manners
pardon me for this grammar
this virginia country bamma
goin nuts like some planters, man my chain feel like an anchor
when i told you to use yo head i ain't want you to be no thinker
fresher than a muthafucka yea you got yo stank up
yeaa swallow yo pride, go ahead an drank up

shame on you

Kevin McCall - Goodbye Lyrics

Kevin McCall - Goodbye Lyrics:

I wish everything was the way it used to be before
Before I got used to you
Why can't I just let you deuce
I already did everything I possibly could do
But it don't mean a thing to you
I just can't do right by you

Why should I keep on trying
If you give up
Girl I think I've had enough
Of your shit
Sick and tired of arguing
And I can't lie
I'm ready to leave you
And can't because I don't wanna start over
And go through it with someone else all over again

Should I stay and be content
Or should I look for the girl of my dreams
Do I try to find what's meant to be
Or just say goodbye, goodbye
I know I said I'd never leave
Said I'd never leave
And even though I love you
Girl I'm saying goodbye, goodbye

You said it was over
But now I gotta scream your cause
And you're constantly coming over
Like we ain't separate at all
You do it too much
Maybe you're taking it too far
My definition of breaking up
Is living our lives apart

Why did I keep letting walk you in
And out my life
When I know it only gets worse
Every time
And I just can't live life like I'm blind
And I can't lie
I'm ready to leave you
And can't because I don't wanna start over
And go through it with someone else all over again

Should I stay and be content
Or should I look for the girl of my dreams
Do I try to find what's meant to be
Or just say goodbye, goodbye
I know I said I'd never leave
Said I'd never leave
And even though I love you
Girl I'm saying goodbye, goodbye

Should I stay and be content
Or should I look for the girl of my dreams
Do I try to find what's meant to be
Or just say goodbye, goodbye
I know I said I'd never leave
Said I'd never leave
And even though I love you
Girl I'm saying goodbye, goodbye

Kevin McCall - I'm Rollin Ft YG & Kid Ink Lyrics

Kevin McCall - I'm Rollin Ft YG & Kid Ink Lyrics:

i’m in the ... feeling hella good
when i sound balling, i don’t mean neighborhood
but i fuck with mc’ hustle in a real way
cause i know it’s goons keep a gun by the waist
when we in the body, in about to burn
and smoking with them college kids, high learners
what you mean she ain’t a freak, bet you i could turn her
like her first name tina, bet you i can turn her, out
you know what i’m ‘bout
let her pop that … then i take her to the house
she already know there it ain’t no plan when you with me
so we can skip the talking like the intro on the cd
… hit the … for them dawg
hey yo…hit the cat daddy…
why’d you let the gun in the car when it’s still loaded
…i cam from my face cause i’m still rolling

i’m loaded, i’m off the land, i’m off the…
i got the hellabad, i’m off everything
i’m rolling, i’m loaded
i’m rolling, i’m off the land, i’m off the…
i got the hellabad, i’m off everything
i’m rolling, i’m loaded

i’m loaded, i’m off 2 pills,
middles fingers up, fuck how you feel
are you stressed out, and can’t afford kush
i’m smoking presidential weed, call it george bush
hi hater, my dick is your bitch’ vibrator
in the club, getting … like…
i got a bad bitch, her name is tiffany,
she help me … about …
ok, i’m sipping lean, i hit the weed
i’m smoking like a chimney,
she on my dick and suffocating,
shish, let a nigger breathe
to come to your club i need 15 at least
2 legion then i’m pimping in the…
i tell the truth to these bitches, fuck them take a blunt
… shit, … shit is stolen
asking if i was coming to her house i said i’m rolling

i’m loaded, i’m off the land, i’m off the…
i got the hellabad, i’m off everything
i’m rolling, i’m loaded
i’m rolling, i’m off the land, i’m off the…
i got the hellabad, i’m off everything
i’m rolling, i’m loaded

yeah, yeah, and i don’t give a fuck
going around like the wheels on a bus
triple stack, … bitch i’m full loaded like a …
devil… 3 wheel motion
watch how you hit it cause my shit poking
niggers seeing … olson, take one of these
but this ain’t …
take a dip, get a little wet, don’t baby sit
gone pass me the swisher sweet
always in my bag like trick or treat
people so big now everything clear
look into my eyes like a full …
turn the raybans on so ain’t nobody know you
but motherfucker, i’m rolling

i’m loaded, i’m off the land, i’m off the…
i got the hellabad, i’m off everything
i’m rolling, i’m loaded
i’m rolling, i’m off the land, i’m off the…
i got the hellabad, i’m off everything
i’m rolling, i’m loaded.

Kevin McCall - Raven Simone Lyrics

Kevin McCall - Raven Simone Lyrics:

This ain't an anthem for the big bondied women
It's an anthem for the shawtys who love bread cause they get it
... Charlie Sheen's tip cause they winning
Sexy independent full time diva for a living
Searching for the one I've been patiently waiting
You see me in your future, that's all raving
I'm captivated by how pretty your face is
Pardon my French but you're fucking amazing
Fly like a Raven, thick like Simone
Beauty irresistable just like my cologne
You got to put me on like Benito Apple bone
Can't fly to you with money cause you get it on your own
So let's cut to the chase niggas be running game, let me switch up the pace
But you already got me beat you a cheater girl
I'ma call you Raven Simone cause you a cheater girl

I'm a nympho money turn me on
I'ma spend this bread til this shit is gone
My shawty eating good, Raven Simone
My shawty eating good, Raven Simone

Attention all my sexy model misses
Put your hands in the air if you're fucking independent
If you're fucking independent
Put your hands in the air if you're fucking independent

But that's a good thing, college girl so I know you got a good brain
Rich niggas try to holla but they too lame
You got a rack, you ain't tripping off loose change
I ain't talking about your titties
Even though you're fly you don't be acting all sedated
I know you got a loft in like every major city 
But whenever you in town you can still fuck with me
No really, why you laughing at a nigga
I'm just tryna kick it wit' you like we ratpacking a nigga
And we can take a trip to the state of Georgia
And if you like them Hawks baby girl I could court ya
Shawty living comfortable black girl living hood like the Huxtables
And she ain't fucking with no lunchables
She eating good like Raven Simone

I'm a nympho money turn me on
I'ma spend this bread til this shit is gone
My shawty eating good, Raven Simone
My shawty eating good, Raven Simone

Attention all my sexy model misses
Put your hands in the air if you're fucking independent
If you're fucking independent
Put your hands in the air if you're fucking independent

Chris Brown - Freaky I'm Iz Lyrics (ft. Kevin McCall, Diesel, Swizz Beatz)

Chris Brown - Freaky I'm Iz ft. Kevin McCall, Diesel & Swizz Beatz Lyrics:

get fresh baby this is your song,
put your good shoes and your lipstick on,
get fresh baby this is your song,
you said you want a freak, i’mma give you what you want.

whole lot of sex, whole lot of liquor,
whole lot of chicks, not a lot of niggas,
not my party, all about the bitches,
sexy model, ass like alicia’s,
see my main chick, she got that good shit,
and her gang vicious so i call her sid,
girl you better be careful,
bragging on a dick now your friends want a sample,
fuck a 69, its 696,
i be the 9, both ya’ll the 6,
you go both ways, get a load of this,
beat it so hard, now she gotta take a piss,
then you can’t even walk in the morning,
go to work yawning, …
man your girlfriends on it,
ain’t no fun if you ain’t sharing with the homies.

chorus:
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

i’ma have you telling all the business,
by the way that i be giving you the business,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

when my jeans come down, the surfs coming up,
thong to the side, she feel it in her guts,
ass in the air, fucking up your weave,
pulling on your hair baby let me hear you scream,
this white game mean, i make a bitch cry,
i lick your lips to your tits to your thighs,
throw you on your side, im working out the kinks,
you sweating out the sheets, girl you fucking with a freak,
she told you i'm a beast? well, she aint never lie,
i can go on both of you at the same time,
taking that pussy, bitch this mine,
throw that shit back, put an arch in your spine,
i never waste time but i aint in a rush,
hit it like a champ, i beat the pussy up,
he give you little taps, i beat the pussy up,
got her telling all her friends how the kid do her stuff.

chorus:
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

i’ma have you telling all the business,
by the way that i be giving you the business,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

i see ‘em with they hands up and i’m making sure i don’t leave no ladies out,
i need a dirty dancer cause baby i can guarantee i’mma turn you out,
so all my sexy girls say, ooooh
all my sexy girls say, oooooh,
girl i’m so nasty yeah, me have to tell you all the girlies love me
i put work in till you can’t take it,
you screaming and we're butt naked,
pull your hair girl, i’ll kiss you girl to take you down,
you got it, you telling everybody all about it.

chorus:
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.

i’ma have you telling all the business,
by the way that i be giving you the business,
i'll make you run and tell your friends
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz,
how freaky i’m iz.
this what you want, this what you need!
this what you need? right!
this what you get!

Chris Brown Ft. Kevin McCall - Strip Lyrics

Chris Brown Ft. Kevin McCall - Strip Lyrics:

take it off, i wanna love you,
..body i wanna touch it,…
back it up, beet beet like a trucker.
nice ass, nice waist, then you know i probably… about your face
i’m about to make your..

chorus:
girl i just wanna see you strip, right now,
cause it’s late, late!
girl i just wanna see you strip, right now,
girl, take it down…
god dam you’re sexy!
god damn you’re sexy!
god dam you’re sexy!
girl i just wanna see you strip!

got my… and my days on,
..in the club with a pocket full of …
this girl, booty out of control
..she go up and down the hall
..if you ain’t freaky, you ain’t…
you think i’m playing?
no, i’m not!
let me see you back it up and….
yeah, i wanna see your legs in the air!
baby don’t worry about your hair over sex
i don’t give a damn about…
in the club they’re playing my song,
turn it up, play it all night long!
if you think you can, and you know you can
i’mma…

chorus:
girl i just wanna see you strip, right now,
cause it’s late, late!
girl i just wanna see you strip, right now,
girl, take it down…
god dam you’re sexy, baby!
god damn you’re sexy, baby!
god dam you’re sexy, baby!
girl i just wanna see you strip!

pants, shirt, you can take ‘em off,
panties, bra, you can take ‘em off
red bottom heels, you can take ‘em
wait, wait, leave ‘em on, cause i like my woman tall!
got a hot momma, you’re hotter than the sun,
i wanna put clothes on your body like a banana,
the only reason i dress you in that designer
is to get you out that dolce and gabbana!
i throw this money up, he watch it all fall,
..anything you’re wanting baby, you can have it all,
starting with my last name…

chorus:
girl i just wanna see you strip, right now,
cause it’s late, late!
girl i just wanna see you strip, right now,
girl, take it down…
god dam you’re sexy, baby!
god damn you’re sexy, baby!
god dam you’re sexy, baby!
girl i just wanna see you strip!

Kevin McCall - Guess Who Lyrics, Video

Kevin McCall (Chris Brown's Artist) - Guess Who (Official Video)

Kevin McCall - Guess Who Lyrics:

This the type of shit that make you
This the type of shit that make you
This the type of shit that make you close for love
Close for love

God speeding [?] I'm over
'Cause I'm rushing to come over
Cause I need you right now girl but
I ain't tryin wake you home girl up
Since she say she ain't home
We can get it poppin we can get it on
We can do it till the sun and the moon
We can come over and over again yeah.

[?] feel good girl
But I give it to you good girl
I'm in the neighborhood girl
So be expecting company.

[Chorus:]
So guess who is coming over
Girl I got a little some' some' to show you
Girl I hope you're ready forward
I'm about to do to you yeah
So guess who is coming over
Girl I got a couple freaky things to show ya
Girl I'm tryin to get up, come up
Then I hope you're home alone.

Say anybody home hope you are alone girl
If I have you all to myself
So design show up I'm snatching for you clothing
I'm a tear you up, this [?] we wake the neighbors up
All over the house, girl this going down
Let me take you upstairs to your bedroom right now
Ooh
Baby hold this steady for me and let me love you deeper
[?] feel good girl
But I give it to you good girl
I'm in the neighborhood girl
So be expecting company.

[Chorus:]
So guess who is coming over
Girl I got a little some' some' to show you
Girl I hope you're ready forward
I'm about to do to you yeah
So guess who is coming over
Girl I got a couple freaky things to show ya
Girl I'm tryin to get up, come up
Then I hope you're home alone.

Og my love girl
So [?] the freaky I wanna do to you
And your body flavor
We can start of in the kitchen on a counter [?]
Let me [?] I'm a take you beg for more
And make you come harder than before ooh
[?] tell a magic [?] hope you're all alone

[Chorus:]
So guess who is coming over
Girl I got a little some' some' to show you
Girl I hope you're ready forward
I'm about to do to you yeah
So guess who is coming over
Girl I got a couple freaky things to show ya
Girl I'm tryin to get up, come up
Then I hope you're home alone.

This the type of shit that make you
This the type of shit that make you
This the type of shit that make you close for love
Close for love

Kevin McCall - Jada Fire Ft. Chris Brown, Diesel & Sammie Lyrics

Kevin McCall - Jada Fire (Ft. Chris Brown, Diesel & Sammie) Lyrics:

Look, this ain’t a game, but I’mma play it
In the club with my man, but I’m still a player!
Hit the baddest chick, told her hit me later,
Is she got the fire? I’mma call her Jada!
Kush got me high...
Money popping ..like the...
They all love my VIP, so it’s pretty haters,
.. I got it with, it’s like I’m super soaked,
..so I could busted...
Louis Armstrong, her cheek is swollen
Let me jump up and down on that pretty, pretty,
I’mma leave... on that pretty, pretty.
Tattoo, on the.. say come and get me,
Tattoo.. say hello kitty!

Chorus:
She going hard, she ain’t ....
Grap a... all night!
Shawty wait, I’mma...
She got that Jada fire, fire, fire, fire!
Uhuu, she got that, uhuu she got that,
uhuu, she got that Jada fire!

She’s a bad chick, fine as hell,
Red bottoms, hot tail,
Shawty you’re all that...
She got the.. the good, good shit,
I’m thinking at her, fucking the next bitch!
Bitch.. get me a new chick,
Now I’m trying to picture her, fucking another bitch!
Make her rain, she got that super soul,
From the... bring to the...
She’s a wet dream, so I’m trying to float,
..down the street, roll .. you’re broke!
Look at a movie, Shawty get it in,
She’s going hard, I’mma faint.
So I’mma play it cool cause she turn me on,
She got the Jada fire, cameras on!
Chorus:
She going hard, she ain’t ....
Grap a pill, ... all night!
Shawty wait, I’mma...
She got that Jada fire, fire, fire, fire!
Uhuu, she got that, uhuu she got that,
uhuu, she got that Jada fire!

I don’t know you, but you know me,
We can take it back to my hotel suit,
I ain’t got a car, girl I got a lot,...
And when I go in, I’mma lick your back
I tell her get upon it, sit upon it like shit!
You.., baby then you blaze in,
I got that body extinguisher, it’s amazing!
.. I make ‘em gave in,
California Kush, I’m in L.A., bitch!
..girl stretch your ankles,
Nigger sell the unit by the blocks, call ‘em Legos!
..she got that Jada fire!
I know they’re mad we keep...
Is Shawty bad, she be busting fire!
Pussy popping on the.. fire!
I’m the biggest fan!

Kid Ink - 100% Ft. Kevin McCall, Chris Brown Lyrics

Kid Ink - 100% Ft. Kevin McCall, Chris Brown Lyrics:

[Intro]

This is what they want, yeah

Yeah

You know I gotta keep it 100, 100 get it

[Kid Ink]

Ok, I’m so fly I feel like a swan

My time is money, ring me alone

Flip it to the ceiling watch it do a somersault

Niggers say they run shit, I just see it running out

Done it all, under the sun ain’t nothing new

Coming through the west side, looking for the double u

Still on that bullshit, I can’t even order you

Money’s all I talk got a pocket full of hundreds

That I make honey dew

Anything I wanna, take it by the head

Stone cold stunner, uh, bad

Rocking like the wild, high on my mind, I’m a freak with flyer

It’s CB and the alarm … got them hoes staring at tissue like a drum line

Keep it 100 I would take all of you combined

Can in but I do it big, plus I

[Hook]

Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it

Money to the ceiling, bitch I’m in the building

I’m a giant in the woods to the minks (tell her)

Money talk so don’t say nothing unless you talk business

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

I go

Let me count this money, 1 million, 2 million

Put this up for my new car, save that for my baby mama

And all you bums keep the change

[Kevin McCall]

Beats I be serving sex beefs …

Diamonds got so many cuts call my jeweler to surgeon

Ain’t nobody fucking with me label me the virgin

I’m hot burning, like when you leave a fireman

Everywhere I go these hoes be digging in they purses for a shark

Because they tryin’ get the autograph of person

Little bit of coke mix with a lot of bourbon

Got your boy leaning sorry if my words slurvin

Swervin’ in that DV9 on purpose

The roof disappear call it magic like irvin johnson

Get above my johnson, know my rider dick Shawty this ain’t magic mountain

I’ve been killing, killing every song that I been spitting on

And if I ain’t spitting, better something that I written on

Can’t even say it was a long road getting on

Only took a year and a half and now I’m shitting on

[Hook]

Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it

Money to the ceiling, bitch I’m in the building

I’m a giant in the woods to the minks (tell her)

Money talk so don’t say nothing unless you talk business

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

I go

[Chris Brown]

Yeah, I got them bullet proof ray bans so haters never in my head

Money hungry good for me, yeah I call it week bread

Ladies say I’m long show king yeah that’s what she said

Crib like a gasol so I’m fucking on that king spread

Haha

Big balling, fuck a loaf, and money turn me on

So I had to fuck it off, skinny ass niggers pockets looking so bulimic

And I’m never spill my drink, you can call me temper pitty

Allergic to the haters, addicted to the money

You watching while I’m laughing cause all of you niggers is funny

And they call me Action Jackson cause every day I’m stunting

And I’m writing hit songs like it’s nothing

So nigger you bugging, fronting

What you think this is hoe?

Paparazzi trying to pop me everywhere that Chris go

Never been no sucker no lame mad nigger

And your flow is what a dam then a drain ass nigger

[Hook]

Get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it

Money to the ceiling, bitch I’m in the building

I’m a giant in the woods to the minks (tell her)

Money talk so don’t say nothing unless you talk business

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

A 100% (I go), A 100% (I go)

I go