Busta Rhymes - Twerk It Remix Lyrics Ft. T.I., Jeremih, Ne-Yo, French Montana & Vybz Kartel

Busta Rhymes - Twerk It Remix Lyrics Ft. T.I., Jeremih, Ne-Yo, French Montana & Vybz Kartel:

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T.I. - Go Get It Lyrics

T.I. - Go Get It Lyrics:

Gotta grind won’t stop
Hustle won’t quit
Shine like no other, I be on some other shit
I got a high bright lifestyle super bad bitch
If I want it, then I got it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bindess
Ball till I fall, floss it till I get it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bindess
A living get to stacking million to the ceiling

Eveyday I ball brown, all I wanna do is ball
Put my money over bitches, put my hustler over all
Louie … Luis Vuitton kicks,
Got a … how to swagger, bitch you stupid dumb sit
With a group of young bitches and they stupid dumb dick
I’m the marathon man, all I do is run shit
A sophisticated kind of it, superficial, still efficient
Multimillion knowledge shit
Money … hot shit, bitch I got a sauna on my arm
See bigger with no diamond…
They just talk about they got it,
I’m the upper echelon
Bitch I‘m bout that … we going we could come
I have done more than you dream bout,
… dream house, on lean passing the beans out
With a bad crew, the whole team high
Go on boy, get … well you know me, you know I be
Stacking that dough, that’s all I see
I g.o.g.e.t.i.t.

Gotta grind won’t stop
Hustle won’t quit
Shine like no other, I be on some other shit
I got a high bright lifestyle super bad bitch
If I want it, then I got it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bindess
Ball till I fall, floss it till I get it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bindess
A living get to stacking million to the ceiling

I live life for the late night
This shit rang when I take flight
I get paid, no sick days
My outfit’s so switch blade
Don’t sniff jay, but I blow drunk
Bank roll on loco
Still ride with that 44
Don’t let my po know
Bad white bitch super thick
I’m ice tea, she coco
She got another bitch, jump other bitch
Her ass fat, …no paper trip, no phone call
No emails, no photos
Jump back on shot, with that fat butt…
Purple label polo…that’s what I do
Man I strive and roll my denim…
And this girl get back around…
We kick it how we kick it
Know you …how I’m living
Boy you know me, you know I be
Stacking that dough that’s all I see
I g.o.g.e.t.i.t.

Gotta grind won’t stop
Hustle won’t quit
Shine like no other, I be on some other shit
I got a high bright lifestyle super bad bitch
If I want it, then I got it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bindess
Ball till I fall, floss it till I get it
If I don’t then all I gotta do is
Go, get it, stay about my bindess
A living get to stacking million to the ceiling.

Iggy Azalea - M.D.M. (Million Dollar Misfits) Ft. T.I. & B.o.B Lyrics

Iggy Azalea - M.D.M. (Million Dollar Misfits) Ft. T.I. & B.o.B Lyrics:

Yeah we finally on, tell the world we on
Yeah we finally on, tell the world we on
tell the world we on, tell the world we on

Dash dash that I re-up foe x 3
who we sent get real
tell the world we on

Like the blissing ain’t tip to me the investment
is hustle game till I’m risking
plus rounding round and I’m flexin
hundred racks for show runnin
broke got blow honey no money
what you’re talking bout nothing nothing
GDOD get no more..dude
Got the..and Maserati coops
to all my ** as pretty and got a body too
tell em broke that dough in the air
and go catch in out of you

Chorus:
I said we kitch bitch million dollar misfits,
million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits,
we kitsch bitch, million dollar misfits,
million dollar misfits, million dollar misfits,
finally on (dash dash that I re-up foe),
the world we on
yeah we finally on(dash dash that I re-up foe),
(dash dash that I re-up foe),
the world we on (dash dash that I re-up foe,
who we sent get real)

I said I said I said I happen the..
then I flow up the..
I take my city every way I go
in that A hat salute
you see is hustle gang bang bang bang
we too hard to can bang
ain’t no..beat that murder can’t bang
see I role up the..burn it up that’s with..
where we land on the blow we hide it in in your city
your warming know when we coming she gonna poppin in minute
she popin nails, poppin pillies
my cope Porsche papa willin

[Chorus:]

okay shining all I know, and balling all I do
get the million when the spring and summer fall I do
falling through, you saw my crew this
we red cope it ready, you say you are as who
they fresh like we woke up on the run way
damn, body bangin like gun play
red bottles no hot top won’t seek grops
no hun day I’m dump paid
couldn’t’t get free stacks at the..
they ask em what I want, I ask em what you got
everything private plane multi million dollar yeah
got that on my hand dimension
on my way to cover..suicidal ..
get money by the..

[Chorus:]
Tell the world we on

DJ Drama - We In This Bitch ft. Young Jeezy, T.I., Ludacris & Future Lyrics

DJ Drama - We In This Bitch ft. Young Jeezy, T.I., Ludacris & Future Lyrics:

Chorus:
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you’re sipping on
Cause we’re about to live… this bitch, what a fuck we’re tripping …
..they’re in this bitch
And they gonna put you back on place if you do some wrong!
We’re in this bitch (we’re in this bitch, yeah we’re in this bitch)
We got a section full of girls, and they barely speaking English!
Let’s toasted off to the life in our…

We’re in this bitch, we’re in this hoe
I got the forty on me now, the most…
…see the next to blow
You should see my … and light the…
..car transformer is in the transformer
We haven’t cooked the whole thing on a …
What about … on a…
Whole fifty for the… pay my gas bill
So many horses … parked in the…
Took the ice upon my cup and put it…
And this bad bitch with me form another planet
..and I can’t stand it!
Hey, baby girl… I’m talking with your mouth full, use a…
What the fuck, who to hail, flashback in this bitch, I thought I’ve seen the…

Chorus:
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you’re sipping on
Cause we’re about to live… this bitch, what a fuck we’re tripping …
..they’re in this bitch
And they gonna put you back on place if you do some wrong!
We’re in this bitch (we’re in this bitch, yeah we’re in this bitch)
We got a section full of girls, and they barely speaking English!
Let’s toasted off to the life in our…

You know how we handle shit, gangsta got it glamor it
Don’t want a lot of shit.. amateurs.
I’m walking up in here, I bought some dough…
Disrespect is… that’s the shit you wanna know
Niggers say it all year, but…
Call it the… and feeling go down, hoe
Pop it …. drown, hoe
..ain’t no broke niggers around.
So excuse me, who is he? …
Somebody go and get security!
… a lot of niggers hate you, boy
Pocket full of money, got more paper than a paper boy…

Chorus:
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you’re sipping on
Cause we’re about to live… this bitch, what a fuck we’re tripping …
..they’re in this bitch
And they gonna put you back on place if you do some wrong!
We’re in this bitch (we’re in this bitch, yeah we’re in this bitch)
We got a section full of girls, and they barely speaking English!
Let’s toasted off to the life in our…

I’m popping plenty bottles like I got plenty bricks
Call me Mr. Marcus, I’m on this bitch!
Super drank, super smoke, and some super hoes
..looking like we wanna fuck super …
Thirsty chicks, trying to give it, I don’t want it
You’ve been in more laps than…
Conscious what we’re drinking, faded ’till the world end
Never see me blinking, unless I’m on your girlfriend
Ludacris, I’ve been a stable in this other game
Got the best lines so I guess I…
My name is louder, you rappers need to hush more
My president’s … Mount Rushmore…
..blue pills, that’s my X-box
You can hate, you can … you can make a wish
But eight albums, and Luda still in this bitch!

T.I. - I'll Show You Ft. Pusha T Lyrics

T.I. - I'll Show You Ft. Pusha T Lyrics:

[Verse 1: T.I.]
K. I. N. G
Solemn and envy
Ridin’ in the Bently
They wanna send me, back to the pen
Hope they give me a ten P
Doin’ it for my dog, (?) wit so case pending (?)
And my folk behind the (?) waterboard city (?), keep it pimpin’
Tell them hatin’ ass law, bitch I’m ball so come get me
See Tip go by, in the whip, no lie
Didn’t need no wheel cause the shit so fly
Up, up and away, so far up at the top I sit
My air so thin need oxygen
I’m so fucked up, intoxicants
My flow still so stupid competent
Competition evidently don’t know what they up against
Obviously oblivious, in the city I’m serious
I’m seriously poppin’, I will be the reason why it’s hot in here
Material you droppin’ better push that back, that can’t come out this year
I got this here, can’t stop this, got this like I got blocks in here
Hit the VIP, all eyes on me like they think Pac in here
I’m ignorant, belligerent, a gangsta and a gentleman
Pay niggas no concern, ain’t no DiGornio, I’m deliverin’
Center of attention, my P.O. just threw a wrench in my
Plan of execution, I’m demandin’ retribution
First trip to prison, a lesson, second was just a nuisance
Peckerwood beefin’ with me, they want my neck in a noose
Cause they see a niggas influence, luxurious and affluent
They want the king destroyed, see your majesty ruined
Nah, nothin’ doin’ brah, congratulations you a bus’ (?)
A really great advantage point, so take your vantage point
Watch, with the flip of a coin
The one they counted out soon become the nigga to join
Don’t listen to the gossip or cut, them niggas annoyin’
They speak what I know and think it’s over for them (?)
Bow back, ya boy got fly high
With ten chicks, got high in sha la
Niggas stay talkin’ all that ca ca
No mucho deniro, no habla
About my dollar, G-5, Murcielaga(?)
How automatic my chopper, they want some problems, I got ‘em

[Verse 2: Pusha T]
I’ll show niggas better than Tell niggas
Paint over discussions ’bout Push, I never fail niggas
How I’m back Jack, listen, what the hell niggas?
This the new God flow, the Holy Grail niggas
Can’t see me, Book of Eli, it’s in Braille niggas
I’m on track to be the best, I want Derrelle niggas
I bend balls(?) on bitches, I unveil(?) nigga
OfficiallyIce, don’t at ‘em, show and tell nigga
Say my brother better? Big deal
Big brother, so fuck you, he hammer, can’t touch him
Ride around AMG mufflers, second fiddle to my own gene pool
We laugh about it, that’s cool
I’m at the top and he better?
If you think about it, we rule
My life is an open book
My stuntin’ is an open look
These gold chains, these stone rings
This cocaine that I overcooked
I overcame on Novacane, I Frank Ocean’d that fish scale
I tip scales, I tip hoes, I skip jail on my tip toes
I beat the odds, bet Tip knows, my top back and my wrist froze
And these ice cubes on my ear lobes
Like strobe lights on a fish bowl
Supreme ballers, dope dealers, shot callers
GOOD Music, Grand Hustle, what the block taught us

T.I. - I See Ghosts Lyrics

T.I. - I See Ghosts Ft. Future & Rocko Lyrics:

[Hook]
Hey I think I seen a ghost
Half a million dollar car, ain’t even got no note
Bitches layin’ on the bed, bitches on the flo’
Money to the ceiling, money come and money go
I think I seen a ghost, I think I seen a ghost
Hamiltons and Franklins, they come in every show
Money to the ceiling, how you love you can go
Graveyard in my pockets, dead presidents to blow
I think I’m seeing ghosts

[Verse 1: Future]
Money burning in my hand while I’m still counting
We put drivers in the seats, I’m in the back lounging
My bitch she don’t even speak no English when she come in town and
I’m seeing dead people, man I got like four accountants
It’s all my yayo in that pot we need a water fountain
We put that yayo on the East and full ten countin’ (?)
I’m counting dirty money, I don’t need no help to count it
It had blood, it had sweat on it when I found it
I’m going higher than a elevator out the country
I do whatever for that paper, it ain’t on my country
I went to sleep inside a ghost, I think it was a phantom
Man I get rock and roll high, dog I’m off the channel
I got sixty racks on me just in case she want to gamble
And I go crazy with that back, it ain’t nothing I can’t handle
I’m in my room with the light off, burning candles
Youngest nigga with the set, repping Atlanta

[Hook]

[Verse 2: T.I.]
This money timid, hear motherfuckers talk money
I inhale bills, breathe Gs, cough money
I’m still making cake even when I lost money
A multimillionaire, stil lspending soft money
I’m balling way above par, got golf money
The bus full of duffel bags and that’s all money
You wonder what my motivation? Bro, it been money
Make extra jet cause my little mama love to spend money
We Texas Hold ‘Em, rolling dice with your rent money
Get out my face and fuck your life if you ain’t getting money
Say boy, I spend the money you’re trying to make
Sell 100 Gs and it’s sad to say
Big dough, I get that
In a fear? Push your shit back
I’m arrogant and I’m cocky cause I got a graveyard in my pocket
Spent 100K on my chain and a couple mill on my watch here
My chick ride in that car you in
This city, I argue in
Get big money, no little dough
See dead presidents, real ghosts

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Rocko]
Boo! That’s the look on the haters face when I pull up in the ghost like Casper
Ooh! That’s what your boo said when she snuck a peek at me right before we got ghost
On my chopper with a chopper, they call me Ghost Rider
I swear my pen dripping, I should be a ghostwriter
I see them suckers, I get ghost
I don’t fuck with busters
Too busy sitting ghost, you know how that goes
Give me more, give me more
Yeah I ghost that work
Whip it like Goldberg
Yeah I ghost that word
Heavyweight, Goldberg, I’m a wrassler, ho
Clothesline that bankroll, I be wrassling ghosts
Chauffeur find our way back, trunk passengers ghost
Got my green from the Bay, ghost ride the whip
Hey man, Hallelujah in my True Religion denims
Yeah, Rocko do the most, pocket hundred full of ghosts

T.I. - Oh Yeah ft. Trey Songz Lyrics

T.I. - Oh Yeah ft. Trey Songz Lyrics:

[Hook]
Whatever you are, im sorry im gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so tunrt on till they so turnt out
Casue im so tunrt up and im burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at [?] chow up in vegas in town
Its a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don’t they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that brad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me

[Verse 1]
Hey you can catch me in Atlanta with my pedal to the floor
On that 5,99 guts like a bloody nose
Ain’t no secret how I kick it nigga everybody know
Bout my paper sorry no time for you haters gotta go
When im on the westcoat in that ghost on that low
One 5 for a movie, quarter mil for a show
Gotta pill in a bottle for the road for a ho
Sweet heart to a lady, still hard on a ho
Thank god for my lady I know they be on that radio wiling
While we chilling somewhere on an island, smiling
On a big dot is he really that hot
Ain’t you too niggga guess not
Bitches hopin on my dick, ‘fore I hop up out the car
Walk away with 5 or 6 as im passing by the bars
See im tuggin on my zipper as I fire up my cigar
Lets get this straight, you go get naked get it crackin till tomorrow

[Hook]
Whatever you are, im sorry im gone
Them bitches say they miss me, tell em shawty not long
Got them so tunrt on till they so turnt out
Casue im so tunrt up and im burnin that loud
I pull up, hop out, all the bitches like wow
Catch me at [?] chow up in vegas in town
Its a sold out crowd bitches from the front row
Up to the nose bleeds and they all wanna go
No they all wanna go, I make em say
Ay, they all they wanna go, ay don’t they trey
Hey if your girl wanna go tell her say
And if that brad wanna go she should say
Now from LA to the bay, I make em say
And from New York to MIA, bitches say
From Chi Town to the D, bitches scream
San Louis Houston do you wanna go with me

[Verse 2]
Yeah we in the same booth, but im on another

T.I. - Hot Wheels Lyrics

T.I. - Hot Wheels Ft. Travis Porter & Young Dro Lyrics:

[Hook]
I’m in at Hot Wheel and I’m driving real fast
And I’m smashing on the gas, I’m tryna do the dash
Hot Wheel, got 200 on the dash
I’m driving real fast, I’m tryna do the dash
Push it!
Push it!

[Verse 1: Travis Porter]
I’m in a hot wheel til I light this here
Tap my b!tch she switch my gear
Diamond shining they all clear
PHMG they all here
Tattoos they all over me
She see me kissin’ all on my tip
He say I’m a Ricky nigga, I been doing it for years
Better take a look at me, better check my booking fee
I been cooking shit off in the kitchen but I ain’t Lil’ B
Pull up in a Hot Wheel, b!tch need a green card
All-red candy paint, nigga this your dream car
I’m that muthaf-ckin nigga all the b!tches scheme for
When she with me, she be hoping all her girlfriends seen her
She suck a d!ck so good, but why you think she on my team for
I got her dancing slow, in slow mo like she on lean or something
Smoking on that dro, got that ho drinking semen
Hear me coming down the street: ‘Rari, screaming
Pinky ring doing numbers, shining, blinging
Ink all on my body and I’m hotter than a demon

[Hook]
I’m in at Hot Wheel and I’m driving real fast
And I’m smashing on the gas, I’m tryna do the dash
Hot Wheel, got 200 on the dash
I’m driving real fast, I’m tryna do the dash
Push it!
Push it!

[Verse 2: Young Dro]
Hold on let me rip this ho
Car so fast I flipped that ho
Tell them boys don’t play with Dro
Pause that b!tch, skip that ho
Black coat let my coupe in here
Decapitate my roof in here
The reason why they ask for Dro cuz they wanted the truth in here
Just like Star, I’m rockin ya
? I’m poppin ya
I knew something was fishy going on like tilapia
You ain’t f-ckin with pimpin though
My wrist blow up like indigo
I like a model b!tch but I would rather Oprah Winfrey though
The richest b!tch up in this b!tch
My paint flop and then flip in this
My Glock it got a ?
My car so wet it’s drippin shit
They copy me like Kinko do
Diamond chain, one pink one blue
Car so fast, my speakers on blast
Don’t ? me boy, I’m shittin on you
Hold up they can’t take this shit
I spaz out with no brakes and shit
I’m Bosco with this cake and shit
Congo dro, ape and shit
I saw yo broad and took that b!tch
Wassup with all that liquor shit?
You see these horses on my car
‘Rari b!tch I’m pushin it

[Hook]
I’m in at Hot Wheel and I’m driving real fast
And I’m smashing on the gas, I’m tryna do the dash
Hot Wheel, got 200 on the dash
I’m driving real fast, I’m tryna do the dash
Push it!
Push it!

[Verse 3 : T.I.]
I’m mindin mine, ?
New Ferraris, know that I’m ballin ho
400,000 in public housing, ? blunt of dro
Through Atlanta station I’m pushin
Every corner I’m hookin
Bad b!tches just lookin
Tryna throw me that p-ssy
Say what happened baby I can’t
?
Rich folks and I can’t front
?
As a muthaf-cka, swear to God
To the trap niggas and dope boys, pause
Blow a half a mil just cause, ball
Money ain’t a thang, not at all
Drink the lean and get kool-aid
Get high on pills for like 2 days
Fresh to death in that ?
Diamonds clearer than Blu-ray
Ay! Ain’t no fugaze, I’m too major, I’m super paid
Say 30 mil, better double that
That money short then we double back
Got rubber bands around 30 racks
I’m trouble man so where the trouble at?
I got a truck load of them hood rats
I push through, where your hood at?

[Hook]
I’m in at Hot Wheel and I’m driving real fast
And I’m smashing on the gas, I’m tryna do the dash
Hot Wheel, got 200 on the dash
I’m driving real fast, I’m tryna do the dash
Push it!
Push it!

Maino - Cream (Remix) Ft. T.I. & Meek Mill Lyrics

Maino - Cream (Remix) Ft. T.I. & Meek Mill Lyrics:

[Chorus]
I’m about cream, I’ma, I’ma ’bout cream (about that)
I’m about cream, I’ma, I’ma ’bout cream
About that money and about that cream (hey, hey, hey)
I’m about cream, I’ma, I’ma ’bout cream
I’m about cream, I’ma, I’ma ’bout cream (about that)
I’m about cream, I’ma, I’ma ’bout cream
About that money and about that cream (hey, hey, hey)
I’m about cream, I’ma, I’ma ’bout cream

Lyrics incomplete.

T.I. - Fuck Da City Up Ft. Young Jeezy Lyrics

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T.I. - Popped Off ft Dr Dre Lyrics

T.I. - Popped Off ft Dr Dre Lyrics:

[Verse 1: T.I.]
See a party ain’t a party til the doc walk in it
It’s hard to get it started til I hopped off in it
Then it got so crunk one minute
Since ya dead, get the witnesses just listen
I came in hot, then I saw
As soon as I arrived then this shit popped off
Shit popped off
It’s officially a gangsta party
You can lean, she came to party
Then the shit popped off (popped off)
Shit popped off (popped off)
Niggas hands in the air, bitches takin’ tops off
Put the chronic in the air and the shit popped off

[Verse 2: Dr. Dre]
It’s been a while since you heard these beats
You’re malnourished
But he’s back now, to flood these streets
He shall flourish
Others try but they lack courage
In fact, this track was on the back burner at least
So back to the lab I had to go
But it was too magical, so
Here, doctor smackable’s back, ask if it’s tactical, sure is
Girl, I hope your vaginal has indoors
Cause I’m about to do somethin’ tragical
Rest assure this
The homie hit the OE flow, you know me from before
But you don’t know me like this, so do see do
Get on top of me and ride me like a rodeo, ho
I’ll have you OD’ing on dick, this belong to your soul
For loneliness, I’ll kill your loneliness
But only just for one night
Yeah, that was fun, right? But I gotta go
I got a bottle of Mo and fo’ mo’ lil’ mommy’s
Lookin’ like models, waitin’ at the do’ inside of my ho-tel
All ready to swallow and yo, follow the flow and traffic to the top flo’
And you gonna smell a lot of Merlot, a lot of chronic for sho’
Gin and tonic so from the top to the bottom, let’s go

[Hook]
Order some more bottles, come on momma
Would you like a drink on me?
To me it’s no problem if you wanna baby come and drink with me
She take it off at the do’, she take it off at the do’
Get that ass on the flo’, go, go
To me, there’s no problem if you wanna, baby come drink with me

[Verse 3: T.I]
Bright lights, late nights
Drop auto-mobiles outside hotels with a lot of hoes
Bottles poured, blow a lot of dro, no powder though
Everywhere you tryin’ to go, I been a long time ago
Swag done surpassed, my style is so spazz, I pop tags daily
Drop Phantom, four eighty
Walk up in the place, and all the ladies go crazy
Want to get impregnated but all they need is throat babies
They runnin’ up and askin’ me
“Is it true you know Shady
Dr. Dre be hangin’ out with you, for real? How chill”
Like a magnet attracted to a nigga gettin’ money
I tell ‘em, “Neal down, suck a nigga dick or somethin’”
Rubberband poppin’ off the bank roll
Hoppin’ out the champagne Rolls, with the automatic do’s
Pockets on swoll, both wrists so froze
King of the South, balls out on the West Coast
Let’s toast

[Hook]
Order some more bottles, come on momma
Would you like a drink on me?
To me it’s no problem if you, baby come and drink with me
She take it off at the do’, she take it off at the do’
Get that ass on the flo’, go, go
To me, there’s no problem if you wanna, baby come drink with me
You can have the time of your life, it’s alright
Make it a night to remember, how couldn’t you remember?
You can have the time of your life, it’s alright
Make it a night to remember, how couldn’t you remember?

Tyrese - Fireworkz (Remix) Ft. Big Sean, T.I. & Busta Rhymes Lyrics

Tyrese - Fireworkz (Remix) Ft. Big Sean, T.I. & Busta Rhymes Lyrics:

ain’t a bit to say bitch i do it
a million dollar stacking loud packing
man my weed in pocket matching
what is you asking, shut the fuck up
i’m talking in the real nigga asking man
and all these hoes attracted to the fucking main attraction
at my shows, my shows, watch me do
100 bottles, not for you
i’m rolling weed up, i’m getting high
and since i came up, she want me to come inside
on the fuck… i’m just too much, yeah too much
i choose my fingers, my crew up
i’m from where niggas get chewed up
fuck around and i blew up
me and my niggas set the charts
fucked around and i flew up
yeah nigga got 2 nuts, and i still don’t give a 2 fucks
bitch i do it

she hot, better be a keeper, i don’t think i ever seen a girl so fly
since i said nice to meet ya, i don’t wanna leave her
uh i think i really wanna make you mine
uh baby you a diva, i don’t wanna see her
end up with any other guys
come on …table, i got what you came for
pick up a glass girl and let’s get right
cause you got a hair lover body
let me take you to…tomorrow
cause you got what i need and i got what you came for
i can give you what these other niggas ain’t able

oh baby girl we’re doing it so big
i make these other niggas wanna do it like this
oh baby girl we’re doing it so good
i keep on buying bottles if you keep on doing that
go ahead and do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
tell them bring them fireworks to my table
go ahead and do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
i’ma keep it moving, as long as you can do it

we got buckets filled of ice, take the bottles all in
… never asked how we get it
… yeah she high, i’ma make sure we leave the club
they need us there
…we balling, we be everywhere
..she say i’m sweet as caramel…
you feel they.. callie and miami, they standing at my table…

oh baby girl we’re doing it so big
i make these other niggas wanna do it like this
oh baby girl we’re doing it so good
i keep on buying bottles if you keep on doing that
go ahead and do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
tell them bring them fireworks to my table
go ahead and do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
i’ma keep it moving, as long as you can do it

hold up, man, shawty let it what a nigga…
better know a nigga really let it …bounce your ass
… i get up on the mike… when i get up on the beat
where the fireworks bottles at, hurry up
go sit down …

oh baby girl we’re doing it so big
i make these other niggas wanna do it like this
oh baby girl we’re doing it so good
i keep on buying bottles if you keep on doing that
go ahead and do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
tell them bring them fireworks to my table
go ahead and do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
i’ma keep it moving, as long as you can do it.

Kesha - Sleazy Remix ft Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa, T.I. & Andre 3000 Lyrics

Kesha - Sleazy 2.0 Remix ft Lil Wayne, Wiz Khalifa, T.I. & Andre 3000 Lyrics:

[Kesha]
I don’t need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
I don’t need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds

[Wiz Khalifa]
Okay I’m young and I’m tatted
I get them bucks like an addict
In this Christian Dior, I spend so much on my fabric
I got a wifey at home and what she wants she can have it
And she in love with my stick, she say I work it like magic
Okay no need to panic, I’m on a beach where the sand is
Somewhere smokin’ on medication, no I wont need a bandage
Some would look at my age and try to say I’m young and I’m handsome
I say I’m filthy f-cking rich, so I’m an old dirty bastard
And my cribs a disaster and my kush is the master
I was in my yellow car but my Ferrari go faster
Sounding like a band in it and my diamonds the dancers
On the remix with Kesha, bout to go see the cashier
On the grind so now my watch has got a lot of diamonds in it
I look down and see a hundred thou’ and think its time to get it
Brought a lot of marijauna and I’m here to share it
No it’s not a problem, better get it, then I wont be here tomorrow momma

[Kesha] x2
I don’t need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
And I don’t need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds

[Andre 3000]
We start out so cute in our baby pictures
That momma shot for our daddy so that HE wouldn’t forget you
He forgot anyway, but hey, one day he’ll remember
If not he’s human, I’m human, you human, we’ll forgive him
God gives him his ultimatum, can’t see how momma hates him
He’s such a cool ass guy, then wonder why she date him
I’m only 8, I’m not old enough, guess it’s complicated
Two parent dwellings, expelling have got so underrated
I only say this in cadence so it don’t get negated
I was gon’ save it for later but later look like maybe
This crazy lady named Kesha is guessing my Mercedes
Would be all new and through through, but its the 1980′s
But now that we are cool cool, she sippin’ Irish Baileys
She say “Stacks, you’re true blue?”
I said “Nah, I’m Navy”
I call her Kesha, she like it, because it’s hood to her
She call me Andre 6000 because I’m good to her

[Kesha] x2
I don’t need you or your brand new Benz
Or your bouji friends
And I don’t need love looking like diamonds
Looking like diamonds

[T.I]
Hey Kesha what up boo its me
Do you know what to do wit me?
Bad bitches, I got two of me
Well you better make it two or three
Bad bitches know me so don’t bother introducing me
They want me more than diamonds
Wipe me down bitch, I’m super clean
I’m hella cold, mega paid, making moves doing things
Bitches stay queued and they all wanna do the king
I’m ballin’, royalty, knew it when I seen her
I was gonna take her, make her my new royal penis cleaner
My demeanor something special and this dick is so impressive
Bitch I bet you take it off and take it with you if I let you
I aint trippin’, I’m just here, couldn’t catch you when I catch you
Bitch my swagger super natural
Get you pregnant looking at you
I aint nothing like them other dudes
I’m an atom bomb, they a molecule
Still paint ballin’ out the frame, stuntin’ like a fool

[Kesha - Hook]

Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
The beat’s so fat gonna make me come
Um, um, um, over to your place!

Rat-a-tat-tat on your dum-dum drum
The beat’s so fat, gonna make me come
Um, um, um, over to your place!

[Lil Wayne]
We be on that shit that no one be on
Thats what we one, smoke that neon
Kings of Leon, Dynamite Napoleon
Got some skinny’s and a tee on
And some vans and my mans got the ratchet
While I’m laying in some p-ssy you be laying in a casket
And I’m just saying, I’m just spazzing
Im just smashing, Im just nasty
If you ’bout it, bust it open
Oh you fancy man, I got so many flows like mansion
Catch a tantrum, know a girl called Cleopatra
She a throw that p-ssy at ya
I’m financially straight like a lion
I aint lying
And all my hoes on they toes
Ballerina, Black Swan
Man we on Ciroc, Grey Goose
It’s Weezy baby, sleazy baby

(Young Mula baby)

[Kesha - Hook]

(Its sleazy)

B.o.B. - Boom Bap ft. T.I. & Mos Def Lyrics

B.o.B. - Boom Bap ft. T.I. & Mos Def Lyrics:

bitches kissing and hugging, niggers tripping and bugging
you watching mine i’m over grinding, i ain’t quitting for nothing
tell your mothers and uncles, brothers, sisters and cousins
my flow so nasty deranged, that nigger tipping disgusting
gotta cripple the game, quit your pulling the table
cause i am clinically insane
i go to pushing the button, they get the clicking and busting
you get the dipping, the … they get the cliff by the dozen
you come up missing for nothing,
hey i can triple your budget, i’m in the bizness of hustling
if we ain’t talking about money, i say let’s end the discussion
hate off my shoulders… all the ladies are bless you
they all love when i fuck, black … and russian
tell them be easy… mastered the art of seduction
i let them blow me so much head, i could catch a concussion
7 chicks in the bed, touch a lick in a second
dick i’m into submission and then i send them…
you can say what you like,
do all that …and puffing around away from the pipe
don’t know who get in your…when you sit in your …
the great imaginary life you only live on the mike
i’m who you’d die to be like, cause i’m so fly …nice
to live my life you’d have to try to hit the lottery twice
find it amusing, i’m giggling, what you made me hear
… prison, saving my day in a year, nigger
wow, it’s on right now…bang listen
no retreat, no surrender, no gimmicks, no hopes, no jokes, no pretenders
the … little…defenders… haters all they tempers
but tell them phil how they feel, fucking let it go
that’s ineffective though, i’m in a … show
it’s that incredible and my old special doze, extra flow, quiet dog…
off the chain, i was born unleashed…
and i get it how i get it cause i’m from these streets
…these niggers… i cut your favorite rhythm… i made this
say it once, say it twice, you made this
that’s in a affirmative, word of big bird it is
… i got the fire work…
you feel it in the chest when the base be bang
yeah and you know my style, i’m from the killer cane…
while we turn it on and turn it out
… it go on and on and on and on
everybody talking…
it’s bob, bobby ray…listen

i’m from the city where they hang out on the life pole
trying to get their weight up…
i’m talking about the city i take everywhere that i go
i do this for the niggers locked in solitary iso
who grew up with colliders…
i swear … playing what…
chilling with some fire whose, …
too much pussy on your payroll boy you need to fire whose
… cause they … the entire show…
i have no arch nemesis, i have no identity
i just … in your village…
i see you got it out, no need to baby sit
i … she say i’m getting cocky, now i say i been a dick, bitch
it’s bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, bob…

T.I. - Pyro Lyrics

T.I. - Pyro Lyrics:

[T.I. - Verse 1]
I got a corkscrew swag, they see me and get it poppin’
I wear their ass out and in the morning take ‘em shoppin’
Treat a hoe so sweet, they get wit’ me they spoilt rotten
They wanna be my baby, call me daddy no adoption
Shawty raw, ball, out at all costs
Hit the club twice as fly as anybody I saw
Training wheels on the hustle I will never fall off
You can keep ya p-ssy baby, give me all jaw
I’m young dumb, cold as they come
Treat me like the drummer, give me some would ya hun’
Yeah I’m hung but I still get sprung with the tongue
F-ck her good all night, even the sun finna come

[Hook]
I’m on fire and ice cold
A black Benz, a white Rolls
Like loose women, and tight clothes
Say I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite pyro
(bang, ba-bang, bang, ba-bang, bang..)
I’m dynamite, pyro
(bang, ba-bang, bang, ba-bang, bang..)
I’m the bomb bitch, I’m dynamite, pyro

[T.I. - Verse 2]
Rock a bad bitch, you with me, whats there name? who cares?
Treat ‘em like Twix, I’m coming in pairs
Go insane in that p-ssy but I never go fair
Yep, veneer so rare shawty aint even fair
Everywhere you see I be, I get that don’t handle my B.I.
Money small thing to a giant, Eli
G4 flying, I don’t never see the kiosk
I take a nigga little bitch and buy her a little Prius, yes
Dat aint on fire like we is
Certified flyer, recognise us where you see us
Take no shit, no how, no way
We TNT C4, Okaaay

[Hook]

[T.I. - Verse 2]
Party at the presidential, if you with it, lets get it
No matter where you live, I’m the hottest in your city
They talking ’bout they balling and their flossing but I live it
I sit her in that Phantom, get her out that Honda Civic
In the VIP I’m chillin’, everythang ice cold
Black chicks, Latin bitches, Asian broads, white hoes
F-ck wit’ hoes who like hoes, only if they tight though
Purse game insane, shoe game pyscho
Black on black, credit card on deck
And a Black Maybach on the Boulevard, flexin
V.S. is in the chain, filled wit’ clear stones
Hero as I can be, H.N.I.C?
I’m gone

[Hook]

Lil Wayne Ft. Drake & T.I. - She Will Remix Lyrics

Lil Wayne Ft. Drake &T.I. - She Will Remix Lyrics:

[T.I.]
I mean forgive me for being so straightforward but it’s beena minute since I’ve been here
And umm, I mean if you will just take a second to look around man
You know what I’m saying, it’s a bunch of shit
And I know you don’t do this often but I’m the exception
Do it for me huh, pop that p-ssy for a real nigga ma
Lets go

Say bruh, I’m so official outta sight
What’s about me not to like
I put that pipe inside her like my diamonds are her guiding light
I’m dynamite, K-I-N-G P-I-M-P, admire me
A plethora of fan freaks trailing right behind me
Killer shit, turn a clug to a crime scene
Pocket full of money like I run a crime ring
Million dollar chain, everything shining
It’s safe to say I do my thing honey, nah mean
Bunch of young ?, no Chinese
And been stuck together like they siamese
A friendly rub, way to feel her, she say “God leave”
I say I’m tryna touch her hard, close ya eyes, breathe
Now she running from me, but she aint tryna leave
I keep a quarter key of ? thats a nine piece
Legs open curtain closed, rock solid hurting hoes
Buss it open, sure she will, who else is there to do it for
Fo’sho

[Drake]
She just started to pop it for a nigga
And look back and tell me “baby, its real”
And I say I aint doubt you for a second
I squeeze it and I can tell how it feel
I wish we could take off and go anywhere but here baby you know the deal
And she bad, so maybe she won’t
Uh, but shit than again maybe she will
Yeah,

Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, yeah
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will
Maybe for the money and the power and the fame right now
She will, she will, she will
Do it for the realest niggas in the f-ckin’ game right now
She will, she will, she will

[Lil Wayne]
Yeah, I tell her “now go on, pop that p-ssy for me”
Haters can’t see me, but them bitches still looking for me
And you could take that to the bank and deposit that
Put your two cents in, and get a dollar back
Some people hang you out to dry like a towel rack
I’m all about “I” give the rest of the vowels back
I like my girl thick, not just kinda fine
Eat her til she cry, call that “wine and dine”
Try to check me and I’mma have ‘em checkin’ pulses
They say chose wisely, thats why I was chosen
Rocking like asphalt, its the cash fault
Looked in the face of death and took it’s mask off
Now I like my house big and my grass soft
I like my girl face South and her ass North
But I’m Ray Charles to the bullshit
Now hop up on my dick and do a full split!

[Drake - Chorus x2]