Bobby Shmurda - Lyrics

[Verse]
Yo Chewy, I'm some hot nigga
Like I talk to Shyste when I shot niggas
Like you seen em twirl then he drop, nigga
And We Keep them 9 milli's on my block, nigga
And Monte Keep it on him, he done dropped niggas
And trigger he be wilding, he some hot nigga
Tones known to get busy with them Glocks, nigga
Try to run down and you can catch a shot, nigga
Running through these checks till' I pass out
Your shawty gave me Neck 'til I pass out
I swear to God, all I do is cash out
And if you ain't a ho, get up out my trap house
I been selling crack since like the 5th grade
Really never made no difference what the shit made
Jaja taught me flip them packs and how to maintain
Get that money back and spend it on the same thing
Shawty like the way that I ball out
I be getting money till' I fall out
You talking cash dog, I goes all out
Shawty love the way that I floss out
Free Greezy though, let all of my dogs out
Mama said no pussy cats inside my dog house
That's what got my daddy locked up in the dog pound
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Free Phantom though, let all of my dogs out
We gon' pull up in that hooptie like we cops on 'em
With the 16's, we gon' put some shots on em'
I send a lil' thot to send the drop on em'
She gon' call me up and I'mma sick the hots on em'
Grimey savage, that's what we are
Grimey shooters dressed in G-Star
GS9, I go so Hard
But GS for my gun squad
And bitch if there's a problem we gon' gun brawl
Shots poppin 'out The AR
I'm with Trigger, I'm with Rasha, I'm with A-Raw
Broad daylight and we gon' let them things bark
Tell them niggas free Meeshie, ho
Subwave, free Breezy, ho
And tell my niggas, Shmurda teaming, ho
Meesh caught a body 'bout a week ago
Fuck with us and then we tweaking, ho
Run up on that nigga get to squeezing, ho
Everybody catching bullet holes
Niggas got me on my bully yo
I'mma run up, put that gun on 'em
I'mma run up, go dumb on 'em
Niggas got me on that young shit
Got me on that go dumb shit.

Wiz Khalifa Lyrics - ATL Freestyle Lyrics

Life's good, so I'm feeling great call me out of town shawty every week a different state.
Three cell phones, pennslyvania plates.
Hold up, hold up, hold up I said,
Life's good, so I'm feeling great call me out of town shawty every week a different state.
Three cell phones, pennslyvania plates on a 4 month run tryna get my money straight.
I'm bout cake, it keep the world turning, hundred thousand dollar earning while I'm big JOINT burning.
And to these hoes Ima pimp like iceberg, probably hurt your feelings if I told you what the ice worth.
A couple grand, I'll hit you with a nice verse, kush when I land mix it in when I light purp.
And I light purp, I fuck with kush more niggas talking wreckless I'll exepect that's what the hoods for.
What up Hazelwood? Nigga oowoo I'm a rap experimenting era like a blue tooth,
and my money all old but my shoes new, all these karats got your girl open like a moon roof.
Nigga who you? Nigga who we? We the Taylor Gang they be like oowee.
They be like who he? That's Young Khalifa man flyer then a ceiling fan always got a group of fans.
I keep a groupie hoe, always got a group of dough, all up in my pocket,
I don't need a wallet, rubberbands popping, yall niggas ain't getting stacks,
might as well sit back and relax and.
Watch what we doing, don't watch me.
Watch flavor of love or something on T.V.
But this is T.V. Nigga HD you cant afford me.
ha ha ha ha ha.

Wiz Khalifa Lyrics - Air Born

Yeahh
Damn
Hold on turn me up a little bit more
Yeahh bitch
Always wanted to do this shit
This is it what
Leutenant (in front of?)
Ugh ugh ugh nigga yeah
Fresh up off the plane
Real niggas embrace my music
And bitches go insane
Even the kids growing up the gang?
They don't bother pronouncing my name
They just look at my chain
Boy how much you spent on it?
This ain't nothing but hard work
And what you can get from it
Ain't no toilet paper
But this smell like the shit don't it?
Smoking chronic and drinking pints
Till we get sick stomachs
And them suckers ain't gotta like it
Cause your bitch love it
I'm a roll it she gon light it, she tell me she in desperate need of a pilot
I told her kick her feet up
We gon go to the crib
Soon as I roll this weed up
Call some friends of yours and we gon all have a smoke out
You ain't gotta hold it too long
This is rapper weed
Couple hits is all you go need.

Wiz Khalifa Lyrics - You And Your Friends (feat. Snoop Dogg & Ty Dolla Sign)

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

[Wiz Khalifa:]
You and your friends, up in my car
Rolling up J’s, flying with the stars
Don’t gotta ask the price ‘cause you already know
Watch full of ice, no light it still glow
With you and your friends, me and my dogs
Left your nigga to be with my squad
He talk a lot of shit, but he ain’t really on
He hit it too soft, but me I go hard, like
Oohy baby, when you with me you go crazy
I want you to be my lady
Girl you could bring your girlfriends, I ain’t hating

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

[Snoop Dogg:]
I’m parked outside in a Range Rover
Coke white, so tight, game over
Coupe to the block, bop to the bang
Car full of girls in a blue Mustang
Four y’all, more y’all, caravan
V.I.P model in hand, bottle in hand
Wobble again
I make it crack in the back a Benz while cracking the frame
On the highway, just me and Wiz
With a dirt dozen, about to handle this
Was they cousins or was they twins?
I love it when they both go all in
Like that, this one and that one
See he wants the cute one, I want the fat one
Bet she pay what she weigh
I’m looking for a Jennifer Holiday in my way

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

[Wiz Khalifa:]
You and your friends, up in my car
Rolling up J’s, flying with the stars
Don’t gotta ask the price ‘cause you already know
Watch full of ice, no light it still glow
With you and your friends, me and my dogs
Left your nigga to be with my squad
He talk a lot of shit, but he ain’t really on
He hit it too soft, but me I go hard, like
Oohy baby, when you with me you go crazy
I want you to be my lady
Girl you could bring your girlfriends, I ain’t hating

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

[Snoop Dogg:]
I’m parked outside in a Range Rover
Coke white, so tight, game over
Coupe to the block, bop to the bang
Car full of girls in a blue Mustang
Four y’all, more y’all, caravan
V.I.P model in hand, bottle in hand
Wobble again
I make it crack in the back a Benz while cracking the frame
On the highway, just me and Wiz
With a dirt dozen, about to handle this
Was they cousins or was they twins?
I love it when they both go all in
Like that, this one and that one
See he wants the cute one, I want the fat one
Bet she pay what she weigh
I’m looking for a Jennifer Holiday in my way

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball

I got all these J’s rolled up
And got all these drinks poured up
I bought all these bottles up in this club
Came here with all of my dogs
But I’m tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends
Yeah, tryna leave with you and your friends
You and your friends, ball.

Wiz Khalifa Lyrics - Stayin Out All Night

[Hook:]
I had so much champagne up in the club
And I ain’t come up here and I ain’t looking for love
I’mma leave all my problems out on the floor
I’mma drink so much that I can’t make it home
So would you take me home? (Yeah)

[Refrain:]
Now we rollin’ on, stayin’ out all night
Stayin’ out all night, stayin’ out all night
Getting drunk, stayin’ out all night
Stayin’ out all night, stayin’ out all night
Crashing a party, stayin’ out all night
Stayin’ out all night, stayin’ out all night
Getting this money, stayin’ out all night
Stayin’ out all night, stayin’ out all night

Leaving all my problems at the door
Pouring up, soon as you think it’s enough they bringin’ more
Hanging onto what niggas told me “get your paper up”
You work hard for what you got, they could never take it from you
All you need is a little patience, let me demonstrate
All my niggas in the game, we talkin’ ‘cause we been through it
Rolling weed in raw papers, taking shots, gin got me faded
If I get back to your spot, won’t know how I made it
Now I made my way in the game
So much money, don’t know how a nigga stayin’ the same
I’m too straight, I get high all day, I take it straight to the brain
I stay fly all week, like seven days on a plane
Came here to spend it not leave with it
Like KK rolled up, let my team hit it
So long babe, let’s sip ‘til it’s payday
That fuck shit don’t play
[Laughs]

[Hook]

Yeah, keep the good times rollin’ and the champagne pourin’
On the plane and I don’t know where I’m goin’
Make sure my team keep ballin’ and the hoes keep callin’
And the money keep fallin’ on the floor
Where you tryna go, only care about what’s in your drink
You tryna go hard, don’t think about tomorrow
Don’t care about what people think
You don’t care about waitin’ outside
You be with everybody up in the front
You yelin’ “ass up, face down” up in the club
And now we turning up (let’s party)
I’m in the club rolling weed like I’m Marley
Smoking dearly departed
That’s kill, too real, come to me get it started
The bottles be poppin’ like its 4th of July
We just pourin’ them shots, back shooting courts in the sky
Pouring some for the girls, and pouring more for my guys
Cause we made it my niggas, I just wanna thank my niggas
Hear niggas talking shit, but they ain’t my niggas

[Refrain]

[Hook]

No Mediocre (feat. Iggy Azalea) Lyrics - T.I.

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre
No
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre
Don’t want no mediocre
I won’t hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stunting on the mediocre
All over the mediocre
Stunting on the mediocre
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

Right hand in the air
I solemnly swear
I never fuck a bitch if she don’t do her hair
No more, you won’t get no dick if there’s a bush down there
Girl I should see nothing but pussy when I look down there
You come fuck with a nigga what better to do
He call to ask how you doing tell him better than you, yeah
I’m kicked back with four pieces like a kit kat
Me fucking if you ain’t a dime just forget that
Pretty face fat ass, if she don’t have
Have one of these, well I think I’ll pass
I just handed her the keys to a new drop Jag
When she took it I took it back
You shoulda asked for a Benz
That’s mediocre bitch

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre
No
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre
Don’t want no mediocre
I won’t hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stunting on the mediocre
All over the mediocre
Stunting on the mediocre
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

Heard he want to lay it down on Iggy Iggy
Gave it to him twice
Now he want a 3, Mike Bibby diva
But I need a bad boy
Rest in peace Whitney pardon me
But I don’t think none of these bitches fucking with me
Want a billboard bitch stop running in place
Heels on me saying gimme 6 inches of space
Courtside while designer frames cover my face
Now everybody in the game wanna get em a taste
I’m still Grand Hustle first lady fuck you pay me
Bet he won't go 12 rounds with the million dollar baby
I can change your life quick stop playing with me
And if you ain't talking money what you saying to me

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre
No
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre
Don’t want no mediocre
I won’t hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stunting on the mediocre
All over the mediocre
Stunting on the mediocre
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre

I'm in Brazil with a bitch
Catch me in a mansion in the hills with a bitch
Get her out dem tennis shoes
Throw some heels on a bitch
I’m the type of nigga split a mil with a bitch
Hold up, only if she bad though
Out here trying to find someone that better than my last go
Take her to my castle
Drown her in my cash flow
Say your dick so little she can fit it in her asshole
Told me she can write this shit
No further than a cab go
Said I got that don dick
She wanna be my tutor
So she give me brain getting head on the scooter
Had sex on the beach
From Bermuda up to Cuba
I done fucked a lot of dimes
But I’m looking for a cute bitch
You the shit
What she say when she got to sit
When I ain't around
Give a damn who you do it with
Super thick pretty face
Ménage à venti
20 at the same time
Wanna get ya rent paid

All I fuck is bad bitches
I don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre
I don’t want no mediocre
No
Bad bitches only
Ain't no mediocre
Don’t want no mediocre
I won’t hit no mediocre
You a bad bitch
Stunting on the mediocre
All Over the mediocre
Stunting on the mediocre
7 bitches with me and ain't none of them mediocre
From they head to they toes they so far from mediocre.

Believe Me (feat. Drake) Lyrics - Lil Wayne

[Hook - Drake:]
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Yeah, got some game from my days
So she might say she love me
She don't love me like she say she love me
Believe me, believe me
I'm that nigga, boy they love me in the streets
I'm not tryna find nobody else to beat
I'm the one they come to see because they all
Believe me

[Verse 1 - Drake:]
Yea, uh, rip, rip
It's been me and Young Tune off the rip
That's the man that put me in this shit
If a nigga fuck with him, I'll put him down quick
Got a verse for anybody wanna talk about the clique
I've been takin' shit light, you don't wanna hear me trip
God damn, do y'all really know who you fuckin' with?
Yeah, I mean you can't blame me for wonderin'
Doesn't matter, could be winter or the summer
On the road, I do One Direction numbers, I don't fuckin' miss
Yeah, Stunna and Mack know
When Wayne was gone for eight months, we put this thing up on our back
And I was snappin' off on every single track though
Collect call from the boss like where we at though
I was like, "Hah, it's our time, nigga"
He left Rikers in a Phantom, that's my nigga
And I've been rockin' with the team, Tha Carter IX
And we YMCMB, waitin' on somebody to try us, nigga
Yeah

[Hook - Drake]

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne:]
Lord knows I'll murk one of these niggas, yeah
His and hers Ferraris, nigga
One for me, one for my daughter, nigga
Waitin' for someone to test me like a Harvard nigga
I tote a 223, two Michael Jordans, nigga
Come on, fight these shell cases like a lawyer, nigga
Find out where you stay, and act like we found some oil, nigga
Out of duct tape so when he prayin', I ignore the nigga
All I gotta say is sayonara, nigga
Drop dead gorgeous but the bitch ain't dyin' for a nigga
Where the real queens at? Shout out Capone and Noreaga
We can shoot it out and see who live to tell the story later
Diamonds in my Rollie face, cannot be exfoliated
They think I'm associated, I'm the one that orchestrated
Yayo get her ass whipped, whip that ass like horses racin'
Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with
Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin' somethin'

[Hook - Drake]

[Verse 3 - Drake:]
Had to get it poppin' off the rip
Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick
Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick
If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
I had to get it poppin' off the rip
I'm the one they tell ya been reppin' in the 6
Come into the city and ya niggas get to trippin'?
We'll take ya to the Scarborough Bluff and drop you off a cliff
Well damn... just be happy for the man
Nirvana, Coldplay nigga got bands
Ink from the money got it all over my hands
Goin' out to Houston spendin' all of my advance
V Live just took me for a cheque
“Drake you know I love you, you just took me outta debt”
Yes right now you are lookin' at the best
Mothafuck award shows and mothafuck the press like that!

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne:]
Mothafuck the rest
When they jumped off the porch, I was stumblin' up the steps
I'd give what I collect before I give up my connect
It'd be a cold day in Hell, icicles made of sweat
One finger... slidin' 'cross my neck
Niggas know what that mean like they deaf
Nigga I'll fire this nina like it's her first day
On the job and the bitch overslept
Tune stay humble, nigga I'm a king
Need a horn and a drumroll
They throw mothafuckin' roses at my feet, nigga
I don't step on one rose
I'm the only one that get the job done
I don't know a nigga that can cover for me
Tape a couple kilos to the bitch stomach
She look like she got a bun in the oven from me
Preheat... believe me
All you gotta do is pay me every week
I had these bitches havin' babies every week
I'm the nigga, see me skatin' in the streets
Gone.