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Music video by DJ Khaled performing I'm On One. (C) 2011 Cash Money Records Inc. Manufactured and Marketed by Universal Records, a Division of UMG ...
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Music video by DJ Khaled performing I'm On One. (C) 2011 Cash Money Records Inc. Manufactured and Marketed by Universal Records, a Division of UMG Recordings, Inc., 1755 Broadway, New York, NY 10019. Distributed by Universal Music Distribution. All rights reserved. FBI Anti-Piracy Warning: Unauthorized copying is punishable under fede
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Right Above it by Lil Wayne featuring Drake. enjoy :)
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Who really...
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Right Above it by Lil Wayne featuring Drake. enjoy :)
STOP SOPA AND PIPA AND SIGN THIS PETITION - https://www.google.com/landing/takeac...
Who really tryna fuck with Hollywood Cole? I'm with Marley Gee, bro Flying Holly Grove chicks to my Hollywood shows And I want to tell you something that you prolly should know This that Slumdog Millionaire Bollywood flow And ahhh My real friends never hearin' from me Fake friends write the wrong answers on the mirror for me That's why I pick and choose, I don't get shit confused I got a small circle, I'm not with different crews We walk the same path, but got on different shoes Live in the same building, but we got different views I got a couple cars I never get to use Don't like my women single, I like my chicks in twos And these days all the girls is down to roll I hit the strip club and all them bitches find the pole Plus I just sipped and so this shit is movin' kinda slow Just tell my girl to tell her friend that it's time to go
(Lil Wayne) (Chorus) Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right
(Hook) Now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
(Verse 2) Meet me on the fresh train Yes, I'm in the building, you just on the list of guest names And all of my riders do not give a fuck, X Games Guns turn you boys into pussy, sex change And I smoke 'til I got chest pains And you niggas know I rep my game like Jesse James Women all possessive, and they wanna possess Wayne I been fly so long I fell asleep on the fuckin plane Skinny pants and some Vans Call me Triple A, get my advance in advance, Amen As the world spin and dance in my hands Life is a beach, I'm just playin' in the sand Uh, wake up and smell the pussy You niggas can't see me, but never overlook me I'm on the paper trail, it ain't no tellin' where it took me Yeah, and I ain't a killa, but don't push me
(Chorus) Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right (Hook) Now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
(Verse 3) How do he say what's never said? Beautiful black woman, I bet that bitch look better red Limpin' off tour 'cause I made more off my second leg Motherfucka-birdman Junior, eleventh grade Ball on automatic start I could hand it to Drake or do a quarterback draw Wildcat offense, check the paw prints We in the building, niggas in apartments N-now, c'mon, be my blood donor Flow so nice, she ain't gotta put a rug on her Do it big, and let the small fall under that Damn, where you stumbled out? From where they make gumbo at Kane got the fuckin' beat jumpin' like a jumping jack You know me, I get on this bitch and have a heart attack Hip-hop, I'm the heart of that, nigga, nothin' short of that President Carter, Young Money Democrat
(Chorus) Now tell me how you love it You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We on It's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit it, run from it, motherfucker, all right [Hook] Now somebody show some money in this bitch And I got my bees with me like some honey in this bitch, ya dig? I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust back, because I shoot first
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(2 days ago)

Rick Ross and Drake with They`re new song "Made Men" from Rick Ross new mixtape.
Lyrics:
[Rick Ross] Two door Bugatti coupe I call it Katy ...
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Rick Ross and Drake with They`re new song "Made Men" from Rick Ross new mixtape.
Lyrics:
[Rick Ross] Two door Bugatti coupe I call it Katy Perry Wiz Khalifa papers smoking my favourite berry's S65 I call it Rihanna It got a red top but it's white like Madonna Made man, you hear what I said having a slumber party all my bitches counting bread made man, also known as Papi Chulo and I'm running straight up in the culo my wrist always on frio, call me chilly chill super head and super head, and I really will Californication, Motivation in my pocket got on my blue Dickie, shout out my n-gga Roccett still smoking sickie, it aint no other option not for made n-ggas and I'm never stopping I raised the bar, I set the standards my yayo, Usher Raymond, that b-tch just keep on dancing
dollar bills on top of dollar bills thats all I'm throwing, if she wont her momma will made n-ggas, talking a lot of skrill 8 digits a n-gga tryna live
made man, you hear what I said I got a hundred squares if you scared, called the feds made men, I'm screaming dollar bills park the trunk on the Porsche there they go, Dollar bills
[Drake] Riding round the city, plastic cup of Henny find a n-gga like me, truth to be told, I don't know many I say shout my driver Lauren, thats 62 with curtains cant see shit, I don't know where the f-ck I'm at for certain when it boils down, I'm just a T.O n-gga but bitches tell me that I look just like a creole n-gga New Orleans know it's love, everytime I'm in town shout out my n-gga 'Tez, thats my brother my round spending tomorrows money, I call it maƱana off the rack just aint my style, I call it designer one of my baddest women ever, I call her Rihanna but thats cause her name is Rihanna! I'm in the condo just posting watching Miami kill I might just walk to the arena and watch it for real Ashes to ashes, me, Rozay and Khaled smoking bull riders, shit moving slow as a ballad tattoo on your ass, it'd be nice if you show me I'm buying bitches furs, Mike Tyson, Naomi I've got the right to do it, it's only right to do it love me some head, and I love a woman that likes to do it still love my team, aint no other option not for made n-ggas and I'm never stopping I'm Damon Wayans, just know that homie don't play that you know we running my n-gga, Young money, Maybach
[Chorus]
[Rick Ross - Verse 3] Black panorama, I call it T-Pain I got my autotune, that bitch insane got my revolver too, I call it Ving Rhames you still a baby boy, we doing big things street n-ggas, you hear what I said I got some bad news, Jabar back in the feds facing twenty, he just did a dime been out a year, look like he finna ride genocide, these people killing time throw you in a hole, you must be penalised soon as you see success, haters reinvest miami gardens drive, half a million nothing less raised the bar, I set the standards my yayo Mc Hammer, that bitch just keep on dancing Michael Jackson, let it moonwalk set it on the napkin, let it cool off
[Chorus]
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LYRICS:
[Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a god? What's a god to a non-believer? Who don't believe in anything...
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LYRICS:
[Frank Ocean]
Human beings in a mob What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a god? What's a god to a non-believer? Who don't believe in anything?
We make it out alive All right, all right No church in the wild
[Jay-Z]
Tears on the mauseoleum floor Blood stains the coliseum doors Lies of the lips of a priest Thanksgiving disguised as a feast Rollin' in the Rolls-Royce Corniche Only the doctors got this, I'm hidin' from police Cocaine seats All white like I got the whole thing bleached Drug dealer chic I'm wonderin' if a dove's prayers reach It's pious Pius, the god loves Pius Socrates asks, "Whose bias do y'all seek?" Or for Plato, the screech I'm out chere ballin', I know you hear my sneaks Jesus was a carpenter, Yeezy, he lay beats Hova flow the Holy Ghost, get the hell up out your seats Preach
Human beings in a mob What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a god? What's a god to a non-believer? Who don't believe in anything?
We make it out alive All right, all right No church in the wild
Let me buy you Desire I stand by you Walk through the fire Your life Is my Scripture And I need it Through your encryption Yeah, yeah
[Kanye West]
Coke on her black skin made a stripe like a zebra I call that jungle fever You will not control the threesome Just roll the weed up until I get me some We formed a new religion No sins as long as there's permission' And deception is the only felony So never fuck nobody wit'out tellin' me Sunglasses and Advil Last night was mad real Sun comin' up, 5 a.m. I wonder if they got cabs still Thinkin' 'bout the girl in all-leopard Who was rubbin' the wood like Kiki Shepard Two tattooes, one read "No Apologies" The other said "Love is cursed by monogamy" That's somethin' that the pastor don't preach That's somethin' that a teacher can't teach When we die, the money we can't keep But we prolly spend it all 'cause the pain ain't cheap Preach
Human beings in a mob What's a mob to a king? What's a king to a god? What's a god to a non-believer? Who don't believe in anything?
We make it out alive All right, all right No church in the wild No church in the wild No church in the wild No church in the wild
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Armor For Sleep - The Truth About Heaven Music Video
Lyrics:
Walk past my grave in the dark tonight, Saw the stone and the note you left for me, to ans...
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Armor For Sleep - The Truth About Heaven Music Video
Lyrics:
Walk past my grave in the dark tonight, Saw the stone and the note you left for me, to answer your question I just had to leave, I just had to leave,
But that's not why I'm here, I came down here to tell you it rains in heaven all day long, I wanna find you so bad and let you know I'm miserable up here without you, miserable up here without you
Found my way back in the dark tonight, Couldn't wake up not right next to you, I'd trade in forever to just hear you say the sound of my name,
But that's not why I'm here, I came down here to tell you it rains in heaven all day long, I wanna find you so bad and let you know I'm miserable up here without you, miserable up here without you
Don't believe that it's better when you leave everything behind, Don't believe that the weather is perfect the day that you die, Don't believe that the weather is perfect the day that you die
I came down here to tell you it rains in heaven all day long (all day long), I wanna find you so bad and let you know I'm miserable up here without you, miserable up here without you [x2]
Don't believe that the weather is perfect the day that you die
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