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Shreder158 favorited a video
(1 day ago)
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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Shreder158 favorited a video
(2 days ago)
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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Shreder158 favorited a video
(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 mañana
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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Shreder158 favorited a video
(2 days ago)
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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(1 month ago)
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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