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Artist: Lil Wayne ft. 2 Chainz

Song: Rich As F**k

Album: Single

Year: 2013

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{ VERSE: LIL WAYNE }
AK on my night stand, right next to the bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I’ll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets gettin too fat, no weight watchers no lipo
Money talks, bulls**t walks on a motherf***ing tight rope

And I make that pussy tap out, I knock that pu**y out cold
Ni**a you get beat the crap out, but that’s just how the dice roll
These h*es want that hose pipe, so I give all these h*es pipe
She get on that d*ck and stay on, all night like porch lights

Lets do it, f**k talking, we out here we ballin
And I’m spraying that on these rusty ni**as like WD40
We fu**ed up, we Truk’d up, no if ands or butt f**ks
B**ch ni**as go behind yo back like nun-chucks and that’s f**ked up

But my h*es down, my cups up, my ni**as down for whatever
These bi***es think they’re too fly well tell em hoes I pluck feathers
I’m Tunechi, Young Tunechi, I wear Trukfit f*ck Gucci
She’s blowing kisses at me with her pu**y lips, smooches
And that’s 2 Chainz.

{ HOOK: 2 CHAINZ }
Look at you
Now look at us

All my ni**as look rich as f*ck
All my ni**as look rich as f*ck
All my ni**as look rich as f*ck

Look at you
Now look at us

All my ni**as look rich as f*ck
All my ni**as look rich as f*ck
All my ni**as look rich as f*ck

{ VERSE: LIL WAYNE }
Never talk to the cops, I don’t speak pig latin
I turn the penny to a motherf***ing Janet Jackson
Tell the bi**hes that be hatin I ain’t got no worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain’t got insurances

Ho what’s yo name what’s yo sign, Zodiac Killer
All rats gotta die, even Master Splinter
Yeah Murder 187
I be killing them bi**hes, I hope all dogs go to heaven

And I got xanax, percocet, promethazine with codeine
Call me Mr. Sandman, I’m selling all these h*es dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat a** TV screen
I keep a bad b**ch call me the BB King

You know I got that mouth out her
And put that b**ch out like a house fire
I’m killing these h*es like Michael Myers
I eat that cat just like a lion

And I can’t trust none of these ni**as
Can’t trust none of these h*es
I see your girl when I want, I got that h*e TiVo’d
Got a red a** b**ch with a red a** pu**y

Ni**a try me, that a dead a** pu**y
Cuz yall motherf***ers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don’t care who’s looking
All I know is I love my b**ch

That pu**y feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, d**k shovel in dirt
R.I.P. – rest in pu**y
Light that sh*t then pass that sh*t

We gon get so smoked out
And then I went got locked up
Every night I dreamt I broke out
One Time for them pu**y ni**as

That’s that sh*t I don’t like
We eating over here ni**a
F**k around and have food fight
And that’s 2 Chainz.

{ HOOK: 2 CHAINZ }
Look at you
Now look at us

All my ni**as look rich as f*ck
All my ni**as look rich as f*ck
All my ni**as look rich as f*ck

Look at you
Now look at us

All my ni**as look rich as f*ck
All my ni**as look rich as f*ck
All my ni**as look rich as f*ck

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Artist: T.I. ft. Lil Wayne

Song: Ball

Album: Single

Year: 2012

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{ VERSE : T.I. }
Okay we walk off in this b**ch
Ballin’ in this B**ch
Hoppin’ out of Lambos and Ferraris in this b**ch
Poppin’ bottles with a thick red super model b**ch
They may talk a lot of that but they cant do alot of this
Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on
So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on
I’ma big dawg, got em pissed off
A lot of ni**as rapping, ain’t none this raw
They like, eh look at T.I., ballin’ in the V.I.
Bunch of bad b***hes with a looking like Aaliyah
We just pull up, hop out
Go in, show out
Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard

{ HOOK }
This club so packed, these h*es so drunk
This club so packed, these h*es so drunk
This club so packed, these h*es so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

{ VERSE : T.I. }
The club full of bad b**ches and they came to play
Okay it must be your hair cause it ain’t your face
Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl
You make your way up to my section where it’s at girl
Okay do you wanna kick it with a ni**a with a meal ticket
Broke ni**a looking mad, they just gotta deal with it
Get right h*e, roll a dice h*e
And you ain’t gotta be a dyke cause you like h*e
But everyday I step behind a wall
I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball
I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me
And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open
If you wanna get drunk

{ HOOK }
This club so packed, these h*es so drunk
This club so packed, these h*es so drunk
This club so packed, these h*es so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

{ VERSE: LIL WAYNE }
Ain’t no ni**a like a Young Money ni**a
Pop that pu**y like a gun, pull the trigger
Shake that ass like a salt shaker
I keep a L lit up like an elevator
B**ch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse
I throw that dick like darts
Drink all muddy, flag all bloody
I’m killin’ these h*es like that ni**a Ted Bundy
I’m a good looking rapper, I ain’t tryna stunt
Ima fire my blunt like Donald Trump
Where you at h*e? Where you at h*e?
Can a ni**a stick key up in ya back door
Tunechi

{ HOOK }
This club so packed, these h*es so drunk
This club so packed, these h*es so drunk
This club so packed, these h*es so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

{ VERSE : T.I. }
And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim
And come around, wipe me down like Boosie dem
That thang up for me, show me that you love me
If it’s really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies
Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains
She let me drill all in her mouth, no novacane
Them other broke ni**as, all they did was told ya thangs
I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs
I like my women fat, a** pretty toes and thing
Long hair don’t care as long as none down there
If its manicured I can have fun down there
Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air

{ HOOK }
This club so packed, these h*es so drunk
This club so packed, these h*es so drunk
This club so packed, these h*es so drunk
I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball
Ball, Ball, Ball, Ball

I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

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Artist: Lil Wayne ft. Drake & Future

Song: Love Me

Album: Single

Year: 2013

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{ HOOK: FUTURE & DRAKE }
I’m on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down b****es I can call
I don’t know what I would do without y’all
I’m a ball til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my b****es love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a f**k ’bout no hater
Long as my b****es love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a f**k ’bout no n***a
Long as these b****es love me

{ VERSE: LIL WAYNE }
Uh, p*ssy ass n***a stop hating
Lil Tunechi got that fire
And these h*es love me like Satan, man!
Yeah, f**k with me and get bodied
And all she eat is d*ck
She’s on a strict diet, that’s my baby
With no makeup she a ten
And she the best with that head
Even better than Karrine
She don’t want money
She want the time we could spend
She said, “Cause I really need somebody
So tell me you’re that somebody”
Girl, I f**k who I want and f**k who I don’t
Got that A1 credit, that’s that fillet mignon
She said “I never wanna make you mad
I just wanna make you proud”
I said “Baby just make me cum
Then don’t make no sound”

{ HOOK: FUTURE & DRAKE }
I’m on that good kush and alcohol (Yeah)
I got some down b****es I can call
I don’t know what I would do without y’all
I’m a ball til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my b****es love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a f**k ’bout no hater
Long as my b****es love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a f**k ’bout no n***as
Long as these b****es love me

{ VERSE: LIL WAYNE }
Uh, real n***a f**k these haters
These h*es got p***ies like craters
Can’t treat these h*es like ladies, man!
P*ssy, money, weed, codeine
She say my d*ck feel like morphine
I hope my name taste like sardines to these n***as
She wake up, eat this d*ck
Call that breakfast in bed
69, 96
I feel her heartbeat
I chest to chest with this b**ch
Now turn around, face down
I’m arrestin’ this b**ch
Yeah, all my b****es love me
And I love all my b****es
But it’s like as soon as I cum
I come to my senses
And I would say these h*es’ names
But then I would be snitching
And these haters try to knock me
But they can’t knock me off the hinges, man!

{ HOOK: FUTURE & DRAKE }
I’m on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down b****es I can call
I don’t know what I would do without y’all
I’m a ball til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my b****es love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a f**k ’bout no hater
Long as my b****es love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a f**k ’bout…

{ BRIDGE: LIL WAYNE }
I lost a few good b****es
Met some more bad b****es
And I be schooling them n****s
Pose for your class picture
Now kiss my @ss if you hating
I’m getting @ss, I’m skating
Yeah
I lost a few good b****es
Met some more bad b****es
And I be schooling them n****s
Pose for your class picture
Now kiss my @ss if you hating
I’m getting @ss, I’m skating
B***h

{ HOOK: FUTURE & DRAKE }
I’m on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down b****es I can call
I don’t know what I would do without y’all
I’m a ball til the day I fall

Yeah, long as my b****es love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
I can give a f**k ’bout no hater
Long as my b****es love me
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I can give a f**k ’bout no n***as
Long as these b****es love me

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Artist: Lil Wayne ft. Bruno Mars

Song: Mirror

Album: Tha Carter IV

Year: 2011

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{ VERSE }
With everything happening today
You don’t know whether you’re coming or going
But, you think that you’re on your way
Life lined up on the mirror don’t blow it
Look at me when I’m talking to you
You looking at me but I’m looking through you
I see the blood in your eyes
I see the love in disguise
I see the pain hidden in your pride
I see you’re not satisfied
And I don’t see nobody else
I see myself
I’m looking at the…

{ CHORUS: BRUNO MARS }
Mirror on the wall,
Here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only friend
You told me that they can’t
Understand the man I am
So why are we here
Talkin’ to each other again?

{ VERSE }
Uh, I see the truth in your lies
I see nobody by your side
But I’m with you when you’re all alone
And you correct me when I’m looking wrong
I see the guilt beneath the shame
I see your soul through your window pane
I see the scars that remain
I see you Wayne, I’m looking at the…

{ CHORUS: BRUNO MARS }
Mirror on the wall,
Here we are again (Yeah)
Through my rise and fall (Uh-huh)
You’ve been my only friend (My only friend)
You told me that they can’t
Understand the man I am (They can’t understand)
So why are we here (Misunderstood)
Talkin’ to each other again? (Wooo!)

{ VERSE }
Looking at me now I can see my past
Damn I look just like my f***ing dad
Light it up, that’s smoke in mirrors
I even look good in the broken mirror
I see my momma smile, that’s a blessing
I see the change, I see the message
And no message could’ve been any clearer
So I’m startin’ with the man in the…

{ CHORUS: BRUNO MARS }
Mirror on the wall
(MJ taught me that)
Here we are again
Through my rise and fall
You’ve been my only friend
(Take ‘em to Mars man)
You told me that they can’t
Understand the man I am
So why are we talkin’ to each other again?
(Uh)

Mirror on the wall, (Woo!)
Here we are again (Yeah)
Through my rise and fall (Uh)
You’ve been my only friend (Any questions)
You told me that they can’t (I come to you)
Understand the man I am (You always have the answer)
So why are we here
Talkin’ to each other again?
Mirror on the wall

{ OUTRO }
(Ay, BP
Looks like I did take ‘em to Mars this time)
So why are we talkin’ to each other again

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Artist: Lil Wayne ft. Big Sean

Song: My Homies Still

Album: ALBUMNAME

Year: 2012

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{ VERSE }
Man f–k ya’ll with a sick d–k
Semi automatic no click click, we don’t feel you
Like an elephant, getting f—ed with a tick d–k
Little n—a with a thick b—h, and before I f–k this b—h
I gotta put that patch over my third eye, Slick Rick
Trukfit, t-shirt, talk second, skeet first
Boy your girl a jump off, I hope she land feet first
She give me brain, research, and I prefer reefer
But if you want some coke, that’s cool, cause my homies still

{ HOOK }
(Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Yeah my homies still
(Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Ha ha my homies still
(Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Yeah my homies still
(Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, yeah

{ VERSE: BIG SEAN }
OK, my girls and cars both skirt off
I like the p—y so wet that I can surf off
In the hot spot cause a nigga never chilling
I do it for my n—-s, I just do it to these b—-es
Boy, I overgrind, overshine,
Ain’t another nigga over Sean
I’m getting paid, it’s over time, I’m rolling pine
I’m so divine, I’m west side, west side, dark glasses on
Like I’m going blind, looking like Eazy E, it’s just me
And Lil Weezy Wee, get off my d—k

{ HOOK }
(Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Yeah my homies still
(Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Ha ha my homies still
(Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Yeah my homies still
(Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, yeah

{ VERSE }
Look
I’m east side, them haters nodding going west,
My niggas pumping so much bass,
M—–f—–s going deaf
Weezy F, I’m eastside,
Them haters nodding gone rest,
My n—-s pumpin so much bass (pump that bass)
Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi,
I don’t love em hoes
Got so much coke, you gon’ need another nose, man
I just played my hand,
But I am not the dealer
You see I got them teardrops,
I cry your ass a river
Got that Trukfit t-shirt,
Listening to Rebirth
I skate until my feet hurt,
Hot Boy, free Turk
Pussy for desert,
Put your hands beneath earth
And I don’t sell drugs,
But if you need work, my homies still

{ HOOK }
(Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Yeah my homies still (Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Ha ha my homies still (Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Yeah my homies still (Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, yeah

{ VERSE: BIG SEAN }
Wow, OK,
Boy, this is what I do do
Got your sister dancing, not the kind that’s in a tutu
Got me in control, no strings attached,
That’s that voodoo
She say can’t nobody do it better,
I tell her true true, yeah b—h true true
My my bro bro bro say,
These b—-es ain’t shit
I got the girl you came with,
And the girl she came with
She leaking and dripping, woah there
I might just come slipping and have your misses wanna go missing
And she addicted to my what d–k did, boy I get it

{ HOOK }
(Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
(Lil bitch!)
Yeah my homies still (Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Ha ha my homies still (Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
Yeah my homies still (Pump that bass, pump that bass, pump that bass)
(Lil nigga make my)
Goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid
Don’t make my goons go stupid, go stupid, go stupid, (Go Dumb)

{ VERSE }
I’m east side, them haters nodding going west,
My niggas pumping so much bass, m—–f—-s going deaf
Weezy F, I’m eastside, my niggas Sean from the west,
My niggas pumping so much bass
(Pump that bass)

Yea
Uhhh
Young Mula
Truk your girl

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Artist: DJ Khaled ft. Chris Brown, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj, & Lil Wayne

Song: Take It to the Head

Album: Single

Year: 2012

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{ INTRO: DJ KHALED }
DJ Khaled
Working all winter
Shining all summer
I ain’t no beginner
You scared to

{ CHORUS: CHRIS BROWN }
Take it to the head
Yeah, yeah
Don’t think about it, be about it
Don’t be scared to
Take it to the head
Yeah, yeah
Girl, you fly, but if I tell you then you might
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone
Damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Now we gon’ get f***ed up
No excuses no apologies

{ RICK ROSS }
Reputation for G’s,
Thats the roll of a boss
So amazing to see,
Black baguettes in my watch
She say love is for free,
Just expensive to shop
But its nothing to me,
That extends from my block
I got a lot of figures (yeah)
I’m a father figure
She know a lot of niggas,
Don’t know a hotter nigga
Come to the winners circle,
A lot of men will hurt you
But I’m here to nurture,
I wanna take you further
She got all them purses,
I say in my verses
YSL and Hermes
And barely scratch the surface
She know a purpose,
As I peel the curtains
I always make her nervous,
This record’s perfect

{ CHORUS: CHRIS BROWN }
Take it to the head
Yeah, yeah
Don’t think about it, be about it
Don’t be scared to take it to the head
Yeah, yeah
Girl, you fly, but if I tell you then you might
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone,
Damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone
Damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Now we gon’ get f***ed up
No excuses no apologies

{ NICKI MINAJ }
Yo, reputation for bussin’
P***y open, it’s nothin’
Big fat nigga,
All that huffin’ and puffin’
Take me shopping in France
And he pay in advance
He got big balls,
Ran a play in his pants
Ran away with his money
Just to chill on a island
All my bitches is stylin’
Beaches and eatin’ Italian
This is real s**t, real s**t
On the real, nigga f***in’ wit a real b***h
I ride for him, DMV
Stamina, GNC
3 letters, CMB
Competition, I don’t see any

{ CHORUS: CHRIS BROWN }
Take it to the head
Yeah, yeah
Don’t think about it, be about it
Don’t be scared to
Take it to the head
Yeah, yeah
‘Cause girl, you fly, but if I tell you then you might
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone,
Damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone
Damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Now we gon’ get f***ed up
No excuses no apologies

{ LIL WAYNE }
Reputation for tasting
I’m killin’ ‘em hoes, like Jason
Girl, that p***y like medication to patients
Got my eyes closed,
Like Asian persuasion
F**k with me baby,
It’s Tunechi baby
Bust a nut, smoke a blunt, now I’m rejuvenated
With all that pink on,
B***h I’m king kong
I eat her ice cream,
She eat my ice cream cone
Pop a pill and pop that p***y
I bet you Tunechi make her throw away that silver bullet
Yeah
And she kiss me on my neck
And she kiss me on my chest
And then she

{ CHORUS: CHRIS BROWN }
Take it to the head
Yeah, yeah
Don’t think about it, be about it
Don’t be scared to
Take it to the head
Yeah, yeah
‘Cause girl, you fly, but if I tell you then you might
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone,
Damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Take it to the head
I’m in my zone
Damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I’m gone
Now we gon’ get f***ed up
No excuses no apologies

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Artist: Drake

Song: HYFR (Hell Yeah F*****g Right)

Album: Take Care

Year: 2011

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Gotta do what I gotta go

{ VERSE }
Uh
All my exes live in Texas like I’m George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where
Tuition is handled by some random nigga that live in Atlanta
That she only see when she feels obligated
Admitted it to me the first time we dated
But she was no angel, and we never waited
I took her for sushi, she wanted to f**k
So we took it to go, told them don’t even plate it
And we never talk too much after I blew up
Just only ‘hello’ or a ‘happy belated’
And I think I text her and told her I made it
And that’s when she text me and told me she prayed it
And that’s when I text her and told her I love it
And right after texting I told her I’m faded
She asked
What have I learned since getting richer
I learned working with the negatives can make for better pictures
I learned Hennessy and enemies is one hell of a mixture
Even though it’s f***ed up, girl, I’m still f***ing wit ya
Damn, is it the fall
Time for me to revisit the past
It’s women to call
There’s albums to drop, there’s liquor involved
There’s stories to tell, we been through it all
Interviews are like confessions
Get the f**k up out my dressing room, confusing me with questions
Like

{ BRIDGE: LIL WAYNE }
Do you love this s**t?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you f***ed your girl, is it true?
You getting money? You think them niggas you with is wit’ you?
And I say

{ CHORUS }
(And I say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
F***in’ right
F***in’ right, all right
(And we say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
F***in’ right
F***in’ right, all right

{ VERSE: LIL WAYNE }
So much for being optimistic
They say love is in the air, so I
Hold my breath ’til my face turn purple
Keep a few bad b****es in my circle
My nuts hang like ain’t no curfew
Bitch if you wave, then I will surf you
I flew jet, she flew commercial
But we still met, later that night
After my session, she came over
I was aggressive, and she was sober
I gave her her pills
She started confessing and started undressing
And ask me to hold her
And so I did, but that was last month
And now she’s texting me, asking for closure
Damn
She say this s**t gon’ catch up to me
I keep tissue paper
We eat each other whenever we at the dinner table
She say she hate that she love me
And she wish I was average
Shit, sometimes I wish the same
And I wish she wasn’t married
Promises, I hope I never break ‘em
Met a female dragon, had a fire conversation but
Interviews are like confessions
Get the f**k up out my bedroom confusing me with questions like

{ BRIDGE }
Do you love this s**t?
Are you high right now?
Do you ever get nervous?
Are you single?
I heard you f***ed your girl, is it true?
You getting money? You think them niggas you with is wit’ you?

{ CHORUS }
(And I say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
F***in’ right
F***in’ right, all right
(And we say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
F***in’ right
Damn right, all right

{ DRAKE }
(And we say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
F***in’ right
F***in’ right, all right
(And we say) Hell yeah
Hell yeah, hell yeah
F***in’ right
Damn right, all right
Aw, yeah

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Artist: Tyga ft. Lil Wayne

Song: Faded

Album: Single

Year: 2012

Tyga_Faded

{ VERSE: TYGA }
Young Nino,
F**k a b***h in a pea coat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B though, Pimp C, R.P though
I goes deep in that p***y, Dan Marino
She wanna be the one, f**k her to my own single
Break a b***h heart, no future Miss Cleo
Snap back, au-au-automatic reload
Flyer than a f***ing beatle, you can’t beat ‘em
Ha, Vampire f**k up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don’t believe it, stripe like a f***ing Adidas
The gun Selena, give a n***a Bieber fever

Hah-Hah, Real f***ing hot, put it in park
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
Use a bop, give me top top, as I load the wop
Man these n****s say I’m fly but to her I’m god

{ HOOK }
I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded

And I don’t give a f**k

{ VERSE: TYGA }
F**k is up, n***a stomping in my chucks
Yeah, I make it rain, dear, cause I’m all by my bucks
Use the butt up in the front
D**k up in her c**t
And I put it in her hole
Hole in one, putt putt (wahhhhhh)

Su-super McNasty, why you McLovin’
When the b***h call me daddy
Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me
Treat her like a dog, called the b***h lassy
Ha, Young savvy, bang her like Cincinnati
Above average, fl-fly like I’m Aladdin
They bend backwards, th-throw the p***y at them
I’m Ben Wallace, Dunk up in your basket, haha

Balls in the air, no games,
I’m serious, double dare
There’s too many b****es,
Why these n****s wanna stare
Patron up in here
N***a this ain’t no beer

{ CHORUS }
I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded

And I don’t give a f**k

{ VERSE: LIL WAYNE }
Mama, there go that monster
Abracadabra, Magic Johnson
My motherf***ing doctor
Said I need a doctor
So I called House,
Now I am a pill popper
Faded like skinnys,
Young Money we winning
I told her if I change,
She won’t get a penny
Milking that s**t, pregnant b***h titties
Bringing home the bacon
I’m f***ing miss piggy
Loaded like a semi, send menaked pictures
She knows my d**k, she call it n***a Richard
Prior to me cummin’, I had to stick thumb in
Her ass one time, smell my finger make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it
She tried to jack me off, can’t beat it, join it
Tunchi, punchi that what she call it,
Flag Scarlett, I killed it, mourn it

{ CHORUS }
I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
(Young Moolah, Baaby)
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded
My n***a I’m faded faded faded

And I don’t give a f**k

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Artist: Drake ft. Lil Wayne

Song: The Motto

Album: Take Care

Year: 2011

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{ DRAKE }
I’m the f****n man, ya’ll don’t get it do ya?
Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya
Go Uptown, New York City Bitch
Some Spanish girls love me like I’m Aventura
Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too
Clubbing hard, f)#%^n’ women ain’t much to do
Wrist blang, got a condo up on Biscayne
Still getting brain from a thang, ain’t shit changed
How you feel? How you feel? How you feel?
Twenty five sittin’ on 25 mill
I’m in the building and I’m feeling myself
Rest in peace Mac Dre, I’mma do it for the Bay, OK
Getting paid, we’ll holla whenever that stop
My team good, we don’t really need a mascot
Tell Tune “Light one, pass it like a relay”
YMCMB, You niggas more YMCA
Me, Freddie and Marley Marl at the cribbo
Shout goes out to Niko, Jay and Chubbs, shout to Gibbo
We got Santa Margarita by the liter
She know even if I’m f)#%^n with her, I don’t really need her
Ohhh, That’s how you feel man?
That’s really how you feel?
Cause the pimpin’ ice cold, all these bitches wanna chill
I mean maybe she won’t
Then again maybe she will
I can almost guarantee she know the deal,
Real nigga what’s up?

{ CHORUS }
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once, That’s the motto nigga YOLO
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin’ on the bench, nigga we don’t really play
Every day, every day, f^)k what anybody say
Can’t see ‘em ’cause the money in the way
Real nigga what’s up?

{ LIL WAYNE }
One, time f^)k one time
I’m calling niggas out like the umpire
Seven, grams in the blunt
Almost drowned in her pussy so I swam to her butt
It’s Eastside, we in this b#@*h
Wish a nigga would like a tree in this b#@*h
And if a leaf fall put some weed in that b#@*h
That’s my MO add a B to that s*@t
I’m f$#*^d up, torn down
I’m twisted: door knob
Talk stupid, off with your head!
Nigga money talks and Mr. Ed!
I’m so Young Money, Got a drum on the gun
Energizer bunny
Funny how honey ain’t sweet like sugar
Ain’t s*@t sweet niggas on the street like hookers
I tongue kiss her other tongue
Skeet skeet skeet, water gun
Oh my God, Becky, look at her butt!

{ CHORUS }
Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once, That’s the motto nigga YOLO
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin’ on the bench, nigga we don’t really play
Every day, every day, f&^k what anybody say
Can’t see ‘em ’cause the money in the way
Real nigga what’s up
Real nigga what’s up

Now she want a photo
You already know though
You only live once, That’s the motto nigga YOLO
We bout it every day, every day, every day
Like we sittin’ on the bench, nigga we don’t really play
Every day, every day, f&^k what anybody say
Can’t see ‘em ’cause the money in the way
Real nigga what’s up

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