Showing posts with label Red Cafe. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Red Cafe. Show all posts

Friday, 30 December 2011

Fabolous - Unfuckwitable Ft Red Cafe Lyrics


Fabolous - Unfuckwitable Ft Red Cafe Lyrics:
[hook:]
[red cafe]
all the b!tches say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
the real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[red cafe]
live b!tches say, “i’m unfuckwitable”
real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[verse 1: red cafe]
hold up, i’m hotter than a fugitive
america’s most wanted, that swag lucrative
unf-ckwitable, slanging that mineral
talking that g talk, living like a general
ten bottles in the club sound like the minimal
my niggas them killas for real, i’m talking federal
it’s f-ck you, it’s f-ck you, never no subliminal
stacking ones every day, active criminal
me and twenty million cash look identical
if you broke and you in the streets, you suckers pitiful
hoes say they love a nigga after they f-ck a nigga
but i ain’t looking for love, that’s for s-cker niggas
let him be your man, i’ll gladly be the other nigga
cuddle with dog all winter, i’m your summer nigga
hustle from sunup, hustle til the sun down
bullshit aside, i’m the realest killer in town
most the niggas in the streets, they know how i get down
bad b!tch riding shotty when the top let down
look, as a young boy i used to have hoop dreams
now i’m like shaq, i still got hoop dreams
[hook:]
[red cafe]
all the b!tches say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
the real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[red cafe]
live b!tches say, “i’m unfuckwitable”
real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[verse 2: fabolous]
i ain’t feeling niggas, i ain’t that sentimental
i got no words for ‘em, let’s just keep it instrumental
i put it down where i stay, word to incidentals
and guess who opened the door you niggas entered in through?
y’all would never measure up using my ruler
you’re more soft than a second-year high schooler
my nigga hov told me finish my breakfast
and now i’m looking at you niggas like breakfast
french toast, turkey bacon
shit’s in bad shape, too many squares circulating
money talks and y’all voices are unheard
when they ask about us, one word
unf-ckwitable, we be in the town too
that’s why them boys call us the not-f-cking-around crew
brooklyn keep on taking it, known to get our divo on
when you touch down, bow down, get your tebow on
you won’t say it in the street, don’t say it in your tweets
you won’t say it when we meet, don’t say it on them beats
real nigga shit, rns
last night was a movie, starring us
[hook:]
[red cafe]
all the b!tches say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
the real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?
[red cafe]
live b!tches say, “i’m unfuckwitable”
real niggas say, “i’m unf-ckwitable”
[fabolous]
twenty-four seven, three sixty five
how the game dead when i’m still alive?

Friday, 9 December 2011

Red Cafe - Fly Together (Remix) ft Trey Songz, Wale & J. Cole Lyrics

Red Cafe - Fly Together (Remix) ft Trey Songz, Wale & J. Cole Lyrics:


[Trey Songz]
Ohh baby I love the way you make a nigga feel
Stepped out on her and she love a nigga still
She ever f-ck around, she will make a nigga kill
It’s official, she my missus
Here’s a tissue for you bitches
And my ex hoes, she pop ex rows?
Shots of the XO, then she turn
F-ck them, fly together
Get high together, left NY together
G4 fly together
She aint trippin off nuttin’ nobody else say
She say “you my nigga so f-ck everybody else Trey”
Baby hatin’ hard, here’s my love cause you need it
I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to please us
Aint nobody, aint nobody, don’t nobody want nobody
Do it like we does it and I love it so f-ck it
[Hook]
When I fly you fly we fly together
And when I shine you shine we shine forever (belee dat!)
Baby (we shine)
When I fly you fly we fly together
And when I shine you shine we shine forever
(Shake down)
[Red Cafe]
Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber
Door bell ringing, I’ma heat it at the buzzer
She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick
Ask her address she holla Saks Fifth
You a lady boss, now you fly free
Put you in Jimmy Choo and you aint even Chinese
Mixed cocktails, shaken not stirred
With her head in my lap, how can I not swerve?
Shawty thick, got Cleveland Cav’s
So much class, double D’s and ass
Superfly, opposite of basic
Of course you got haters momma
You on the A-List
[Hook]
When I fly you fly we fly together (belee dat!)
And when I shine you shine we shine forever
Baby (we shine)
When I fly you fly we fly together
And when I shine you shine we shine forever
[Wale]
First class seats, bottles on me
We gettin’ Chicken buddy, skinny models wan’ eat
No days off and I aint gettin’ sleep
Cause when I give here money, Im bout to OD
I shine, you shine, so we shine
I’ma show you why the ring finger need a peace sign
Yeah, since I was a knee high
Being fly was something thats in my Levi’s
My genes ya’ll, my DNA’s what I mean y’all
Cause I be all, 3 or more for them ?
So peace shawty, but Ciroc had that peach in it?
Everything at ease, you in double M G presence
[J. Cole]
You aint heard, a nigga like me
Been around the World twice sippin’ ice tea
Come with me, to Madrid thats where Real play
Quit the job baby, come and f-ck me all day
You see my lifestyle’s been nothing but lifestyles
Late nights and early flights, rushing right now
But she, gotta have that ?, whats that? long?
Automatic, cut that, flush that, gone!
And I don’t wanna be a playa no more
Okay I’m lying, but I’m trying
They say the money talks and bullshit walks
Have amazing conversation while we flying, I aint lying
[Hook]
When I fly you fly, we fly together (Belee dat!)
And when I shine you shine we shine forever
Baby (we shine)
When I fly you fly we fly together
And when I shine you shine we shine forever

Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Red Cafe - The Motto Freestyle Lyrics

Red Cafe - The Motto Freestyle Lyrics:
Popping champagne, like a champion
Heard the club popping so I came to do the damn thing
Dope dealer, the girls want … since the nba lock, got them looking like steak
Hey Drizzy, me and … on the beach, making girls get silly over some …
Money money, money money money,
They heard my team got a whole lot of money
I got a condo out … cost it pretty penny
Actually 2 nickels, hey, fuck it
It’s mine, I spend it, just tell the waitress
More bottles, send it
Boss, been that a long time and my Japanese bitch love me long time
Out front … dream long live
When I’m on the bill might need a blue pill
I, did I say that?
Met a new bitch heard she a hoe, oh well
We be thugging, shout town thugging with my nigga Will Sanders
Shout town clubbing, tell Kobe …not a ball free
Day time I’m, occupying wall street
New York city, every god damn I rap New York city
Now she wanna fuck though, you already know though
She looking like a star and I’m trying to make a porno
And I’m bout it every day, every day, every day,
Lately, I’m the coach, now I don’t really play
Every day, every day, every day
Fuck what anybody say,
Can’t see me cause money in the way
Shake down, what’s up, yeah
Huh, … what’s up, like that, like that… wassup

Friday, 21 October 2011

Red Cafe - Fly Together ft. Ryan Leslie, Rick Ross Lyrics

Music video by Red Café performing Fly Together. © 2011 Bad Boy. lyrics below.
Red Cafe - Fly Together ft. Ryan Leslie, Rick Ross Lyrics:
[intro: red cafe]
what else?!

[chorus: ryan leslie (red cafe)]
so when i fly, you fly, we fly together (huh!)
and when i shine, you shine, we shine forever (shakedown!)
oh yeah!

[verse 1: red cafe (red cafe)]
yeah! i’m a boss so i need a boss chick
and we could boss up like the bosses (boss!)
all about green like paul pierce (yeah!)
mayweather flow look zero losses (huh!)
dime in the day (yep!) diamond at night (yep!)
five star chick ’bout that five star life (ha!)
i must admit i’m a fan
your shoe game ruthless girl god damn!
been a few years, your my number one
blood in my vein (yep!) breath in my lungs (yep!)
we the ones winnin, so they wanna toast
we a item blend like rum, coke
love the way you doin it, keep doin it
then, fly like a jet blue stewardess
you could fly alone, but i don’t advise it
i’m invitin you, so fly with the pilot

[chorus: ryan leslie (red cafe)]
so when i fly, you fly, we fly together (believe that!)
and when i shine, you shine, we shine forever, baby (yeah!)
so when i fly, you fly, we fly together (huh!)
and when i shine, you shine, we shine forever (bad boy!)
oh yeah! {m-m-maybach music}

[verse 2: rick ross]
{m-m-m-m-maybach music} huh! she wanna hit me on that i-chat
on that i-pad flyer than a sky cap
shorty got a nice job, but works too hard
put that shit tomorrow now welcome to the mall
i need my women mogul, i make the picture mogul
double mg is global {m-m-m-m-maybach music} still ride or role for dolo
i ain’t rockin no polo, but i’m drippin this shine
her heart beatin so fast, ’cause i’m takin my time
yeah i get it and lick it, i just handle my business
school of the vs1’s, national or no difference
in my bentley just dippin, i keep her by my side
my life a runway, and it’s time to fly

[chorus: ryan leslie (red cafe)]
so when i fly, you fly, we fly together (believe that!)
and when i shine, you shine, we shine forever, baby (yeah!) (what else!)
so when i fly, you fly, we fly together (huh!)
and when i shine, you shine, we shine forever
oh yeah!

[verse 3: red cafe]
yeah! yeah! i’m a boss so i need a boss chick (ha!)
and we could play house in my fortress (huh!)
feet kicked up corner office (yeah!)
royalty princess in my crosses
she wanna tear the mall down well i let her do
hear go my credit cards (yep!) and the debit too (yep!)
i like your attitude (ha!) guess i’m supposed to
see you on facebook (what’s up?) so i post you (what else?!)
ha! biggest couple on campus
stylin on ‘em all ever since prom dances (damn!)
me and my boo, you know how i do
toss keys to valet on arrival
ha! we in here like a hostage
your my better half in that full length ostrich
any time you fall through it’s a blood bath
swag killin’ them hoes now leave your autograph

[chorus: ryan leslie (red cafe)]
so when i fly, you fly, we fly together (believe that!)
and when i shine, you shine, we shine forever, baby (yeah!) (what else!)
so when i fly, you fly, we fly together (huh!)
and when i shine, you shine, we shine forever
oh yeah!

[bridge: ryan leslie]
there, ain’t, no, stoppin, by your side i will fly
let’s, go, house, shoppin, and the one you like i will buy
i’ll, be, your, superhero, you’ll be my wonder woman baby!
let’s fly together, oh my!

[chorus: ryan leslie]
so when i fly, you fly, we fly together
and when i shine, you shine, we shine forever, baby
so when i fly, you fly, we fly together
and when i shine, you shine, we shine forever
oh yeah!

[outro: ryan leslie]
i care for how we leavin, until the sky we reachin’
we can f-fly together baby
we’ll fly, we’ll fly together baby
i care for how we leavin, until the sky we reachin’
we can f-fly together baby
we’ll fly, we’ll fly together baby

[outro: red cafe]
you are now flyin’ with the best!
if not me then who?
your address is now cloud nine
believe that!

Saturday, 27 August 2011

Fabolous - Sicker Than Yo Average Lyrics (ft Red Cafe & Trey Songz)

Fabolous - Sicker Than Yo Average Lyrics (ft Red Cafe & Trey Songz):
[Hook]
(Huh, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)

[Fabolous - Verse 1]
Ha ha, sicker than yo average
Oh you think you hot
I’ll come through quicker than a maverick
Shut ya heat down, you’ll quickly be embarrassed
Come through where you live, flick it up like Dallas
Stick to living savage, I’ll stick to living lavish
Picking up a bad bitch, the chick look like my ad-libs (niiice)
She calling me Fab Pitt, you can be my Jolie
Swing big sticks, shorty you can be my goalie
You ask too many questions, yo, you can be the police
You know what time it is girl, you can see my Rolie
My car like a hospital, with the windows tinted cause
You can’t see me but you know a sick nigga in it right

[Hook]
(Ha, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
(Ha, ha, sicker than ya average)
Sicker than yo average
Nigga working hard just to have it
Tell you like I told my last bitch
Sicker than yo, sicker than yo, sicker than yo
Sicker than yo average

[Red Cafe - Verse 2]
Sicker than yo average
Euro gang crazy, I’m in the sickest fabrics
High every day like I’m living in the attic
Psycho, psycho, my living room padded
I’m sicker than magic, oh
Stuntin’ in the sickest air max, oh
Now I’m finna pose for the flashes, hoe
Still I put it down in the mattress
So make that girl the opposite of Go-Go
Go, go, dippin’ from behind doing the sickest blue jays and I aint talking Toronto
Sicker than yo average, there he go, the finisher
Sick hot, 200 degrees, check the temperature

[Hook]
sickfinal

Monday, 25 April 2011

Fabolous - Ya'll Don't Hear Me Tho Ft. Red Cafe Lyrics


Fabolous - Ya'll Don't Hear Me Tho Ft. Red Cafe Lyrics:
[verse 1: fabolous]
sometimes i amaze, sometimes i disappoint
sometimes i blow this paper like it's just a joint
sometimes i look at change like it's just some coins
like shaq at the line, you prolly missed the point
it's perspective, which angle you looking from?
when you take a chance, ever wonder who you took it from?
i'm from brooklyn son, got no problem taking nothing
so i figured i could take nothing and make it something
tell 'em faking ass niggas they won't make it frontin
tell 'em girls lose they clothes and get to shaking somethin
purple weed, gold bottles now let's laker something
cause y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though

[hook: fabolous]
smoking on loud
swagga to the max
bad bitches holla
i just holla back
my money talks, i ain't even gotta tell 'em
even when i talk low, don't it sound like i'm yelling
y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really

[verse 2: fabolous]
might be how i'm feeling mixed with what i'm drinking
got me on some shit, that might be what the stink is
you might just be cool it might be what you thinking
it might be something in her eye but to me, she's winking
listen before ya dumb ass say some stupid shit
and have my dog laying on your house on some snoopy shit
ball player swag, that's what out the hoop and shit
two chicks that hanging with mr cooper shit
eat with me if you hungry dawg
but then again how loyal is a hungry dawg?
that's saying hunger make your dog eat you alive
you either starve to death or you eat to survive

[hook: fabolous]
smoking on loud
swagga to the max
bad bitches holla
i just holla back
my money talks, i ain't even gotta tell 'em
even when i talk low, don't it sound like i'm yelling

y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really

[verse 3: red cafe]
shakedown on sleep
i'm getting to the money
the way i'm counting sheep
i be counting money
live from the roof
empire state
finna burn this bitch down
find the next fire escape
i'm high so nothing ain't farfetched
out in houston with my rocket no...
fuck with that street fan
fuck with that loso
come to your city spend some tickets at the go-go
giving back to the hood be what i call it
smoke grand daddy kush
i'm in orbit
if they ain't with the family they weirdos

[hook: fabolous]
smoking all out
swagger to the max
bad bitches holla
i just holla back
my money talks i ain't even gotta tell 'em
even when i talk low don't it sound like i'm yelling
y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really hear me though
y'all don't really y'all don't really y'all don't really
fabolous-soul-tape

Friday, 18 March 2011

Red Cafe - Big In The Hood Lyrics


Red Cafe - Big In The Hood Lyrics:
chorus:

looking big in the hood,
big in the hood, big in the hood,
big in the hood, big in the hood!
automatic weapons, blowing…
keep my bitches like my money
come in here at any hour!
now i’m looking big in the hood!
big in the hood, big in the hood,
big in the hood, big in the hood!
automatic weapons, blowing…
keep my bitches like my money
come in here at any hour!

i’m a lover, baby
i’m not a fighter,
so i keep the shooter close,
like i keep the lighter!
i’m a bad boy,
but i ain’t black raw,
i ain’t passed the mason,
i’m with the black mob.
we run up in your house,
don’t take our heads off,
we put the fire to their cush
then we blast off.
look ain’t black…
look i ain’t…
but i’m big in the hood,
i got them…
i’m in the cadillac, sitting on 24s,
no album, still i get plenty…
polo every day, down to the socks,
my whole shave it all, down to the blocks!

chorus:
look, i’m big in the hood,
big in the hood, big in the hood,
big in the hood, big in the hood!
automatic weapons, blowing…
keep my bitches like my money
come in here…!
now i’m looking big in the hood!
big in the hood, big in the hood,
big in the hood, big in the hood!
automatic weapons, blowing…
keep my bitches like my money
come in here at any hour!

every day you see me,
gucci this, louis that.
and my lady being gucci this, loius that,
what else?
and now i got my squad on the road,
…to touch the local town and jump alone,
now look at me, bitch! i’m pretty photogenic,
the swag maniac and devil,
i can’t even spell it!
i do it…, yeah!
miami i’m…live,
my home is sticky nicky, …
i don’t pray for pussies, but i tip them well,
hello washingtons, like i’m from…
i’ll be… heavy…
i got it moving, playing, i’m soaking…

chorus:
i’m big in the hood,
big in the hood, big in the hood,
big in the hood, big in the hood!
automatic weapons, blowing…
keep my bitches like my money
come in here at any hour!
now i’m looking big in the hood!
big in the hood, big in the hood,
big in the hood, big in the hood!
automatic weapons, blowing…
keep my bitches like my money
come in here at any hour!
Red_Cafe_Above_The_Cloudz-front-large

Tuesday, 15 March 2011

Red Cafe - Slumdog Billionaire Ft. Kid Ink & Nucci Lyrics


Red Cafe - Slumdog Billionaire Ft. Kid Ink & Nucci Lyrics:
we are gather here tonight
celebration of a new day, a new voice
a new world
yeah, trick the tree ..on this haloween
..the clouds drinkin like the charlie sheen
outfit is last .. fashion week ..take my .. to ..
after class i had to miss to my own world
while i smoke the j then i bown her
billion dollar dreams i’m getting closer
politicing with my jewish friends keep it ..
where from poverty .. the property the having arm .. b*tches
ride on top of me, now the fake rap niggas is making the ..
but the culture we’ve built worst than a robbery,
perfectly aclaim three silable name..than mineral water
...marry to the game shake down to the casquet.

chorus:
mum’s at the struggle, pap’s wasn’t there
raise by the streets middle fingers in the air,
i’m a billionaiere, a slumdog billionaire.
back for the day, strap no ..
east to the west i say my name
i’m a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire,
a slumdog billionaire.

all black sipping white wine
we’ve been waiting for this night for a life time,
you could hit the pain to a night..
this weaker from the heart dear valentine
slumdog ...head it to my sweet ..
but the label won’t pay for my dinner
...the riches came along for my demo ...stay on your ..
somebody bit of waken
tell em where i come .. nigga stay casual,
i was plan ... so if you see em tell em out
.. i’m good, good, smoking no that good,
pushing so sweet no back wood, show money no ..
i don’t give a f*ck...

chorus:
mum’s at the struggle, pap’s wasn’t there
raise by the streets middle fingers in the air,
i’m a billionaiere, a slumdog billionaire.
back for the day, strap no ..
east to the west i say my name
i’m a billionaire, a slumdog billionaire,
a slumdog billionaire.

...broken down with the coke
got my ..money..got the dough music
fish..fish..fake nigga ...real nigga show in love
... big bodies, rolling in big ...
sticky they call the ... get the paper straight
...with the substance...and even when i try to pass go
there’s no way i can keep the ...

[chorus:]
Red-Cafe-feat-Kid-Ink-Nuchi-Slumdog-Billionaire

Monday, 14 March 2011

Red Cafe - We Get It On Ft. Omarion Lyrics


Red Cafe - We Get It On Ft. Omarion Lyrics:
million dollar bills ..girls coming ..
baby you find like the .. in my cella
now i got a wet, find an umbrella
why so fly, elevate ..
in a year you look good on me
anniversary...

chorus:
eee
we just got a ..
eeee....
we wrong, we wrong, we wrong
if it doesn’t pretty feels
we’re gonna bring em on
get it on , it on it on it on
this is how we get it on
eeee

better i can read your mind, i love to redesign
that evil in your mind, this is lot of work
maybe in the middle, make it worth baby
you know i’m so for sure, don’t be dealing with the
...tonight, tonight, tonight, get it with the ..
in your life, your life, life.

real women go .. cash on your ass
i will like to put my autograph on your ass
go deep to you feel in
and i’ma kill it ...
i’m all over the .., but i ain’t .. most of pictures..
and move your body on...

chorus:
eee
we just got a ..
eeee....
we wrong, we wrong, we wrong
if it doesn’t pretty feels
we’re gonna bring em on
get it on , it on it on it on
this is how we get it on
eeee

look mama, fashion executive if she ain’t miss america
then she her relatives
she killed..in tears, and the new .. automatically switched gears
why ... tellin’ ..in a very first week...
a little mama ..we live in another world.

[chorus:]
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Wednesday, 26 January 2011

Maino - Welcome to My Hood Remix Ft. Red Cafe & Uncle Murda Lyrics


Maino - Welcome to My Hood Remix Ft. Red Cafe & Uncle Murda Lyrics:
Welcome to my hood
Everybody know everybody
And if I got
Everybody got it
Welcome to my hood
Pick it up this old school
24 so you know we go …
Welcome to my hood
We are on top palyin ..
Everybody know is the hot spot
Welcome to my hood
.. down on your knees
Is the sound of the police

Money and power
Tell me this world isn’t ours
Be my enemies berried
Send their mamas some flowers
Just be the ice of my ..
These pussies ain’t on my level
I’ve been as high as their Heaven
.. playing chase with the devil
I am talking bitches and clubs
You ain’t on my part of New York
The 40 gallons in the …
I am the king of the hood
.. on top of my throne
I’ve been around the whole world
But ghetto’s my home
I walk .. on my block
When niggers hustle ..
And pray to God to take them
Being humble don’t work
So now I am shutting it down
Leave the shoes at the door
Before you step in my town

Chorus

Listen up
I am the G from the Big Apple
In my MX is you want I will catch you
But I ain’t your GPS don’t make a bad turn
No .. bullets burn like a …
Bitch I’m gonna shake down no security
Five hundred in the hood that’s a murder fee
All my niggers spellings look at it 60 seconds
You’ll be a casualty .. sniffing ..
We are smoking sour giving bitches cold showers
Drinking.. while I am counting only bitches every hour
Brooklyn nigger fuck with BX hard
On cross .. floating with my BX ..

Chorus

I represent the …
He stay mangy
More niggers .. rap the ..
Add it to this one more problem
Don’t be talking to me like …
In my hood young boys is getting on the …
.. niggers in their 30
My old .. then I can name a hundred killers
Police don’t want us to blow
They make 50 grand a year
We could get down for show
I would dream about J Lo
Then I wake up pissed off
I am gonna wake up
Before I break that bitch off
I mean .. he was getting his .. off
I ain’t talking the … that clip off
Welcome to my hood
Don’t say I ain’t warn you
.. if you ain’t got a gun on you

Chorus
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