Monday, April 18, 2011

Chris Brown ft Busta Rhymes & Lil Wayne – Look At Me Now Lyrics

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[Chris Brown]
Yellow model chick
Yellow bottle sipping
Yellow Lamborghini
Yellow top missing
Yeah yeah
That sh-t look like a toupee
I get what you get in 10 years, in two days
Ladies love me, I’m on my cool J
If you get what I get what would you say
She wax it all off, Mr Miyagi
And them suicide doors, Hari Kari
[Hook]
Look at me now, look at me now
Oh, I’m getting paper
Look at me now
Oh, look at me now
Yeah, fresh than a muthaf-cker
Lil n-gga bigger than gorilla
Cause I’m killing every n-gga that
Try to be on my sh-t
Better cuff your chick if you with her
I can get her
And she accidentally slip fall on my dick
Ooops, I said on my dick
I aint really mean to say on my d-ck
But since we talking about my dick
All of you haters say hi to it
I’m Done
[Busta Rhymes]
Ayo Breezy
Let me show you how to keep the dice rolling
When your doing that thing over there, homie
Lets go
Cause I feel like I’m running
And I’m feeling like I gotta get away, get away, get away
Better know that I don’t and I won’t ever stop cause
You know I gotta win everyday day, goooo
See they don’t really wanna pop me
Just know that you will never flop me
And I know that I can be a little cocky, nooo
You aint never gonna stop me
Everytime I come a n-gga gotta set it then I got it going
Then I gotta get it, than I gotta blow, than I shut it any little thing
That a n-gga think he be doing cause it doesnt matter cause I’m gonna dead it
Then I’m gonna murder every thing and anything a badaboom a badabing
I gotta do a lot of things, and make it clearer to a couple n-ggas
That I’m always winning and I gotta get it again and again and again
And I be doing it to death and now I move a little foul
A n-gga better call a ref, everybody know my style
And n-gga’s know that I’m the the best
When I come to doing this and I be banging on my chest
And I bang in the east and I bang in the west
And I come to give you more and I never give you less
You will hear it in the street or you can read it in the press
Do you really wanna know whats next, lets go
See the way we on, we be all up in the race and you know
We gotta go, don’t try to keep up with the pace
We struggling and hustling and sending in and getting in
And always gotta take it to another place
Gotta taste it and I gotta grab it
And I gotta cut all through this traffic
Just to be at the top of the throne
Better know I gotta have it
[Hook]
Look at me now, look at me now
oh, I’m getting paper
look at me now
oh, look at me now
yeah, fresh than a muthaf-cker
[Lil Wayne]
Man f-ck these bitch ass n-ggas how yall doin?
I’m Lil Tunechi, I’m a nuisance, I go stupid, I go dumb like the 3 stooges
I dont eat sushi, I’m the shit, no I’m pollution, no substitution
Got a bitch that play in movies in my jacuzzi, p-ssy juicy
I never gave a f-ck about a hater, got money on my radar
Dress like a skater, got a big house, came with a elevator
You n-ggas aint eatin, f-ck it, tell a waiter
Marley said shoot em, and I said “ok”
If on that bullshit then I’m like “ole”,
I dont care what you say, so don’t even speak
Your girlfriend a freak like Cirque Du Soleil
That’s word to my flag, and my flag red
I’m out of my head, bitch I’m outta my mind from the bottom I climb
You aint hotter at mine, nope, not on my time and I’m not even trying
Whats poppin Slime? nothin five, and if they trippin f-ck em five
I aint got no time to shuck and jive, these n-ggas as sweet as pumpkin pie
Ciroc and Sprite on a private flight
Bitch, I been tight, since guiding light, and my pockets white and my diamonds white
And my mommas nice and my daddy’s dead
You faggots scared cause I’m too wild, been here for a while
I was like f-ck trial, I puts it down
I’m so young money, if you got eyes look at me now, bitch!
[Hook]
Look at me now, look at me now
oh, I’m getting paper
look at me now
oh, look at me now
yeah, fresh than a muthaf-cker

Wow Busta and Weezy both went in on this track. This track was long and I did my best with the Busta lyrics but if you spot any corrections drop them in the comments and I will update. 
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Saturday, April 16, 2011

WIZ KHALIFA - G Shyt LYRICS

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[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
Adjust my Louie V vision
Fall up in the spot
As long as me and my gang get in
Every n-gga I came with, came to spend chips
On popping champagne and tipping waitresses
G’d up, what you think this is?
Put your feet up, this the fast, life mama speed up
Pop the cork, roll the weed up
Nowadays ain’t f-cking with the bar
Still aint nothing changed but the horses in my car
Usually ain’t into showing hoes where I live
But tonight we gon’ go to my crib
Be on your toes, your boyfriend smell that weed on your clothes
He don’t know what I did, drop you off at your whip
Work by 8, almost 6, plus your n-gga calling
Think he starting to catch wind
Look at your phone, press end
Can’t hurt him with what he doesn’t know
Plus you figure we’re both grown, come on
[Chorus]
Money ain’t a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that’s here with me
That’s the kinda G-Shit I’m on
G-Shit I’m on, G-Shit I’m on
Got n-ggas rolling weed
Bitches with their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn that’s my song
I ain’t trying fall in love with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way home
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 2]
High off the life I’m living
Rooftop you gonna need binocular vision
Order a few shots and them things that you say you do not do
You probably gonna give in
Say it’s wrong, I call it a statement for the mission
To get you high as you want, break dress code
Skip the line to the front
Ride top down, fire the skunk, soon as the dooby get down
Roll another one
Called and said theres a couple of you, bring my brother one
The bitches can’t roll weed, I ain’t f-cking with them
That’s just real shit, spend Vegas chips, all expense paid trips
Buy the champagne and spill it, we don’t save a sip
And you here with me in VIP taking risk
Home girl saying shit like “Rose my favorite”
Plus I’m rolling up all this weed you ever smell
Weed in your hair, weed in your nail, she under a spell
[Chorus x2]
Money ain’t a thang
Tell the waitress call and bring a bottle for every n-gga that’s here with me
That’s the kinda G-Shit I’m on
G-Shit I’m on, G-Shit I’m on
Got n-ggas rolling weed
Bitches with their hands in the air
Tell the DJ damn that’s my song
I ain’t trying fall in love with you
Let me fill your cup then find our way home
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WIZ KHALIFA – FLY YOU LYRICS


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[Intro - Wiz Khalifa]
Yeah! All this Louis Vuitton
I see clearly now, hahahaha
Ocean view, you deserve it
I do this for you
[Verse 1 - Wiz Khalifa]
Say the trees couldn’t get better
Need this sort of weather
Sand beneath your toes, your drinks come with umbrellas
Cutting off our phones, ignoring important texts and email messages
Say I do it big, I can’t do it less than this
Them other n-ggas talking shit
You ain’t impressed with them
Yet to spend and we been up for a minute
That explains all the trips I invested in
It’s funny how all the fussing and fighting
Turned around into us f-cking and flying
Every night on the road you call me up and you crying
Was worried about them bitches
Now you too busy picking diamonds
And don’t worry ’bout a price
Cause if you want it I got it and I’mma pay for it
The good weed’s lit, the champagne’s poured
Order whatever you want if you got a taste for it
It’s every girl’s dream, but you awake for it
[Hook]
Fly you to where I am
I-I-I’ll fly you!
Fly you to where I am
I-I-I’ll fly you!
Fly you to where I am
I-I-I’ll fly you!
Fly you to where I am
I-I-I’ll fly you!
[Verse 2 - Wiz Khalifa]
And you know how it goes
I go harder than a bitch – pardon my French
But I go hard for this
You never had to see me on the starving artist shit
But mama when you caught me cheating
thought that you would call it quits
Knew f-cking with me that you was taking all the risks
So you ain’t try to give in
Saying I’ll be straight and you’ll be the one hurt in the end
And that’s no good!
Just tryna put you on the game like a coach would
Everything going just how it should, now your friends jealous
They hating on us but we so far they can’t tell us
The life we living it was made for us
When you’re ready, give me a call and I’ll be waiting on it
All you gotta do is hit me when you land
And I’ll pick you up from the airport
And take you straight to the villa, we don’t stay at resorts
5-star suites, spend weeks at the day spa
Mama keep your day job, I’mma..
[Hook]
[Verse 3 - Wiz Khalifa]
And no matter where we go, you
Say you never been
She in love, cause I keep it G
Not cause the G’s that I spend
But I do spend G’s on expensive weed
Vintage sneaks and hotel room keys
Came for a date, spend a whole week
Red-eye, no sleep – window seat
[Hook]
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DAZ DILLINGER – SET IT OFF (FEAT. SNOOP DOGG)

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… we about to set it off, getting to some gangster shit
are motherfuckers ready, i said, motherfucker are you ready

it's going down motherfucker yes …
50 pounds of kush i get paid because i did enough
that's the wrong way motherfucker ya i did it all
pussy ass niggers over there y'all niggers sour
… nigger get a border of command
… niggers get ready stand for the … fuck a time
don't you know that is me and my cousin, big snoop …
…motherfucker we buzin'
got the streets on fire yeah we burnin' down the block
…champs in the …
…just like the 4th of july, fireworks letting off and more niggers will die
… crime motherfucker it's too late for that
get your … have some feeling smoke some weed and …
when it's all said and done i said i told you so
so … motherfucker, let's go blow off a blunt


you know i stay on the grind, you know i bust with that knife
you know i stay with the weed, you know i got what you need
you know i stay on the grind, you know i bust with that knife
you know i stay with the weed, you know i got what you need

better hold on tight, with all your might
cause snoop dogg is on the mike and i'm rocking …tight
i came through the do might do them all draped in blue
i stand tall i'm on the ball, who is that doggy dog?
i got hoes everywhere, every time that i step
i got my … i got my … tub under my …
i'm so smooth if i pull through the lbc
i'm so tragical, radical, classical, mechanical, dramatical, magical
move with it, move with it, let …

…should be … give me the …
i see you suckers popping at their mouth
i see some niggers running out, i see niggers dropping out
we gonna pop them we gonna bust them, we gonna hit them, hit them, touch them
we gonna end all discussion, we gonna rush the, we gonna rush them
we gonna pop them we gonna bust them, we gonna hit them, we gonna touch them
we gonna end all discussion, we gonna rush the, we gonna rush them

you know i stay on the grind, you know i bust with that knife
you know i stay with the weed, you know i got what you need
you know i stay on the grind, you know i bust with that knife
you know i stay with the weed, you know i got what you need

… one og, heads to the e, double double o v
that nigger … to the z
and we be nothing but … be gees
we piss on niggers and we squeeze on hoes
when we step through the doors everybody exposed
… smooth like a … nigger lay …
i'm in this motherfucker … we will shoot you, nothing to explain

and then i put that fucking bullet through your motherfucking brain
extract the … up, …cane
…shout out to the real killers, dope dealers and … and all of them real niggers
ain't no words to explain it … simple and done
now there's over with it nigger, this side of west was on

you know i stay on the grind, you know i bust with that knife
you know i stay with the weed, you know i got what you need
you know i stay on the grind, you know i bust with that knife
you know i stay with the weed, you know i got what you need.
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Lil Wayne – You Da Shit (Mastered) Lyrics

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[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, believe that
F-ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n-ggas cut the check

I know you hustle baby I aint gotta tell ya
You can give it everything but they take it if you let em
But, bills don’t stop so you keep the money coming
Cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin
The way you move you’re body girl you know your gonna get it
How the f-ck you else you going where the shoe ain’t fitted?
Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver
Throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, something gonna stick, believe that
F-ck these other bitches, don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n-ggas cut the check

Goin pick up all this money, I know you don’t mind
Go on take it to the back and count every single dime

Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna give

With your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower
So when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder
Cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider
You in it for the commission
Every muthaf-cking dollar

The way that body movin’ it’s hard to understand
You aint never been a bitch to execute without the plan
I aint never seen a mark supplier without demand
And f-ck credit baby tell em broke n-ggas stop playing

Gun snooze off?, just take them shoes off
Let me get that all, that body so soft
Cause you know it’s gon count baby if you gon give it
And know it aint a life if you don’t live it, baby

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig!
F-ck these iM1Lyrics.blogspot.com other bitches, don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n-ggas cut the check

And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, something gonna give, yaa diiig!

You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit, you the shit
Uh huh
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig!
F-ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n-ggas cut the check

And pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, yaa diiig!

[Hook]
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, baby somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig!
F-ck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em n-ggas cut the check

Pick up all this money, I know you on your grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Go on, show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, hear dat!!
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Lil Wayne – Show Em What Ya Got Lyrics

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Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, believe that
Fuck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check

I know you hustle baby, I ain’t gotta tell ya
You can give it everything but they take it if you let em
But the bills don’t stop so you keep the money coming
Cause you taking care of mama, lil brother, baby cousin
The way you move you’re body girl you know your gonna get it
How the fuck you else you goin ?
Say hi to every hater, take a picture screen saver
Throw the middle finger, tell em bitches see ya later

Show em what you got baby

Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, believe that
Fuck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check
Goin pick up all this money, I know you don’t mind
Go on take it to the back and count every single dime
Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give
With your pretty little buttons you a pretty little flower
So when they talk money, baby tell em talk louder
Cause all that bullshit is smoke signals to the rider
You in it for the commission
Every muthaf-cking doubter
The way that body movin’ it’s hard to understand
You ain’t never been a bitch to execute without the plan
I ain’t never seen a mark supplier without demand
And fuck credit baby tell em broke niggas stop playing
Gun snooze off?, just take them shoes off
Let get that all, that body so soft
Cause you know it’s gon count baby if you gon give it
And know it ain’t a life if you don’t live it

Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig!
Fuck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check
And pick up all this money, I know you on the grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, yaa diiig!
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit, you the shit
Uh huh
You the shit, you the shit
Yeah mommy
You the shit

Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig!
Fuck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check
And pick up all this money, I know you on the grind
Go on take it to the back and count up every single dime
Show em what you got girl
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna give, yaa diiig!

Show em what you got baby
Show em you the shit
Go on throw it to the wall, somthing gonna stick, yaa diiig!
Fuck these other bitches don’t trip
You’ve been working too hard, tell em niggas cut the check
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