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VIDEO: TYGA FT RICK ROSS - DOPE
T-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how I'm courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit I'm with rozay
Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch no day
Bandz a make her dance that's thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste
Bitch nigga you don't want no drama im worth a couple commas
It's death before dishonor
Last king come sign up all my shit be disgner
Extroardinary rhymer I bodied yo' shit for nothin'
Wes, west up, hot temper
Get wet up she give me head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe I don't feel no pressure
[Hook] x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Shit
She fuck hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch she got niggas still thuggin'
8.7 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget
New chains, rollex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride around here
Aviator crew we flyest 'round here
Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here
Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard
Cars rockstar dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but it's back to these broads'
Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em
I see you sleeping boy don't make me pick your label up
Scottie pipen on the dribble I just laid 'em up
Another triple got me tripping like it's angel dust
We just winning all the women in my table ah
Say my name say my name nigga say my name
100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name
[Hook] x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes
[Verse 3: Tyga]
Chief rocka, pill popper
Tell them pull them things out cause my car topless
Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence
So sincere in her belly, that's the nah shit
King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin'
We taking your dollars creflo no white collar
I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call thomas
Bitch I'm the bomb call me the unabomber
Money in my game I'm driving shit that's insane
You niggas stay in your lane no playing ain't nothing changed
Pardon this good regime, I make your girl david blaine
Murder was the case all the kids say that nigga T-raw
[Hook] x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes
VIDEO: RICK ROSS & STALLEY - LOVE SOSA REMIX
Y desde MMG llegan Rick Ross y Stalley a rapear sobre la instrumental de Young Chop del tema Love Sosa de Chief Keef, el video lo dirige Dre Films.
We’ll never stop, nigga, never
I’m hittin’ that hundred-mil mark on these niggas in the next two years, nigga
Yeah, nigga
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I say, I’m ridin’ on Forges – call them my skaters
You know them bodies is sticky, you can’t get caught up in capers
Niggas are tricky, you can’t be askin’ for favors
2-2-3 on the lickin’, and make your bitch go in labor
Niggas hate when you winnin’, you wanna kill ‘em, I feel ya
Took the top off the car, bitch I know my face look familiar
Fuckin’ with my lil’ gangters, we makin’ a killin’
When you count your first million you never forget the feelin’
That when my eyes go to twitchin’, palms start to itchin’
Niggas be snitchin’, that’s when my dogs start trippin’
(Rat-tat-tat-tat, Rat-tat-tat-tat)
Black belly, I bought a bitch, you know my pockets fat
More money to gain, Double-M on my chain
I just redid the deal, another 20 and change
I step where I please, broke nigga freeze
Cartier bracelet, them Swisher Sweets in my jeans
[Hook: Chief Keef]
These bitches love Sosa
O End or no end
Fucking with them O boys
You gon' get fucked over
Rari's and Rovers
These hoes love Chief Sosa
Hit him with that cobra
Now that boy slumped over
They do it all for Sosa
You boys ain't making no noise
Ya'll know I'm a grown boy
Your clique full of broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
God ya'll some broke boys
We GBE dope boys
We got lots of dough boy
[Verse 2: Stalley]
Still in all gold just like Mr. T
Rollin’ up that Swisher Sweet
Box Chevy with Diamond seats
Ridin’ to this Diamond D
Diamonds in my pinky ring
Middle finger to you hatin’ niggas
That hate to see a nigga do his thing
But I’m doin’ me, a million last year
Even after doin’ that Music Manage tour for free
Now all I hear is “this year is me”
And I told Ross if it ain’t
I’mma clique on and run down on you rappers
And your weak rhymes, I lost struggle because I kept grindin’
Man, speak honest – these weak niggas can’t compete
I’mma be honest, I’m being modest
Freshest nigga, come check the closets
World tour and them checks deposit
New whips with no mileage, new cribs by cold harbors
Bury money in my back yard while you niggas goin’ back and forth
[Hook]
VIDEO: WALE - NEVER NEVER
They say never say never, but forever is so far away
Penny with a hole in it the bubble on my Hardaways
Is one away, all the way, always go for dolo
I’m goin’ bloody insubordinate up in the polo
Jordan prolly bored doe, music got me more dough
Si papi, each of my crew gets gluteus as gordo
Maximus, Maxima, Acura to vroom – fuck it
Got them got you open bars like open?
Hoppin’ out the new?, 11 like whoever can get it
I’m goin’ in, you eatin’ Checkers for dinner
I soak it in as a moment, I’m on it, temporary forever
Twitter bitches livin’ for me, they be carpe diem-ing
I’m a writer, but arsonist really
I get dollars where humble niggas with positive energy
I’m the voice of the city, Rozay, Stalley, and Milly
She know I’m mongoose, she start ridin’ my willy
No really, used to whip the Bentley 450
Go up Bowie, and tell professors they better get me
G-get me doe, somebody get me doe
Ice cold frigid flow, iceberg history doe
[ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsty.com/wale-never-never-lyrics.html ]
Never, never, never could they fuck with me
Never, never, never could they fuck with me
Never, never, never could they fuck with me
Never, never, never could they fuck with me
[Verse 2]
Never, never, never could they fuck with me
It’s like I’m in the clouds and they fearin’ heights to some degree
Got a bunch of sneaks, a nigga be flossin’ too much
Never keep broads for too long, women be talkin’ too much
And to be honest niggas get smarter when I be drivin’ what’s up
Nigga we’re talkin’ stupid moolah ’til the Gallardo pull up
I’m out my mind and I know it, bad joant got some roll-up
Every joant that I’m shown in built up like Mrs.Bozak
And that’s a Martin reference, you don’t get it carry on
I’mma drop it real on you lil niggas, Tommy Strong
I just be flowin’ a little when I be on the strong
And occupy a couple coroners after the song
You can’t compete with me, I won’t compete with y’all
My queen from out a magazine, your joant from out the mall
[Hook]
VIDEO: TYGA FT THE GAME - SWITCH LANES
When I switch lanes, phantom doors swing
Arm out the window screaming money ain't a thang
Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
Rari switch lanes, diamonds in my chain
Been around the world all the hoes know my name
Call it automatic bang, bang, bang
Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang
[Verse 1: Game + Tyga]
[Game]
Fuck a nigga up,louie belt match the chucks
I'm in the club with raw nigga, 10 racks a tub
Back it up like a u-haul, rake ass is up
Spades in my ice bucket, rub that for luck
Racks in my cargos, Audemar stupid
They say she in love with me, stay away from cupid
The Panamera's sick, Lupus
T-Rawwwww show them how we do it
[Tyga]
Swiss signs do it, my new bitch
A nudist, peace like a buddist
Cooler than cool-whip, give brain don't be stupid
Faded like boozy, cut like a crew neck
Arm out the window, another check, another rolex
Mo' less, the moet, the mo' sex, I must say
I bought her the P Jet, more than a piss test
So I wake up, I'm fucked up, my ex tryna' make up
[Game]
Wake up, telling these bitches to get their cake up
Wake Up, shooting my babies all on her make up
I'm running through all these hoes, Brandon Jacobs
Lambo doors up, sitting just like her legs
Eat it off from the club, rather fuck hoes instead
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyga + Game]
[Tyga]
Never tell a bitch I love her
Money talk Chris Tucker
Got a chauffeur, and a driver
I don't lease it, I'mma buy it
I'll be on the broke diet
You ain't eating but you biting my style
Motherfucking strike, light-lightening
T-Carti, my bitch like Bugarri
I walk in the spot, all these bitches bogart me
Spent 30 racks, I'mma make it back tomorrow
Pull up with a big titty bitch like Toccara
[Game]
You ain't never seen a rari, look like a safari
Tyga riding shotgun, snake print cardi
Air, I'm in them like airs
2500 nigga call them Nikes rare
See them niggas hating, but I don't really care
Gold bottles coming, tell them bitches light flares
Snow on my wirst call that rollie big bear
See it in the light though (woah) Ric Flair
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Game]
Pull up at the barber shop, chop off the top of the Phantom
Bitches screaming A, we're no where near Atlanta
Maybe she a rockstar, maybe she a sinner
Fucking with them lottery boys, now she a winner
I'm all in that Virginia, I mean that vagina
Get lost in that pussy, nigga you will never find her
Eat it like lasagna, eat it like E-Honda
Shout out to my nigga Breezy, and beat it like Rihanna
[Hook]
VIDEO: WIZ KHALIFA - 100 BOTTLES
Whatup Jerm? It's Cabin Fever
[Hook: Wiz Khalifa]
Hundred bottles we poppin'
Probably won't even finish it
Ya'll niggas just be talkin
My niggas really livin it
Pussy niggas be targets
Point 'em out and we hittin them then
Spending all of this money
Just to say that we did this shit
Just to say that we did this shit
Just to say that we did this shit
Hundred bottles we poppin'
Ya'll niggas just be talkin
Pussy niggas be targets
Just to say that we did this shit
[Verse 1: Wiz Khalifa]
Hahaha, ooh
I made it in I hope I make it out
Just bought a pound, bout to bake it out
Put a hundred in bout to take it out
(Put a hundred in bout to take it out)
Goin down like mayday while I'm rollin up that KK
You smoking, you know that I got it
Dope there's no two ways about it
Rolled up a car full of soldiers
Club owners know that I'm bout it
Niggas keep talkin' and hatin'
Ain't my birthday but I'm cakin'
Sayin' that we fam no relation
Ain't in that line that you wait in
Drinkin' my eyes like a Asian's
Smokin just like a Jamaican
Take all that time that you wastin'
Porsche 911, persuasions
You need that motivation
That big boat on location
Rollin' up medication
Gettin' money conversations
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Problem]
You know you wanna hop up on this dick ho (tweak)
Joint full of bomb, bout to explode (tweak)
Molly got me on another zip-code (tweak)
Takin' shot after shot, bout to get low
Ground pound with the wild out
Money talk I just dialed out
Fresh man, so styled out bitch, don't you see this?
If you lookin for a genius?
Dirty money hit the cleaners
Gin got me leanin', Wiz I'm through this time I mean it
When I talk I really mean it
If I ain't done it I done seen it
Bitch we on you best believe it
Way to bring a brick of singles
And way more shams though
If you ain't tryna ball what you playin' for?
[Hook]
VIDEO: FRENCH MONTANA FT TRINA - TIC TOC
Trina
Aha French Montana yea
I'mma I'mma talk about it
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain't mad at you
Watch a young nigga ball
You know I'm getting money like a clock on the wall
Talking tic tic toc toc tic tic toc toc
Tic tic toc, bitch tic toc
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Go ahead baby, I ain't mad at you
Verse 1:
Pull up in the club, it's a bloody murda
Rock that shit niggas never heard of
We done killed the game, go and dig the dirt up
Coke boys were everything you learned about
30 racks, make em rain dance
I rock 60 racks on everything
Pull up in that shit, bitches yelling hello
Hottest in my city, I'll be balling like mellow
We be smoking on that killa
My garage like a dealer
Pull up in that shit, bitches ask what you call that?
All that fly shit we don't want that, Montana
Hook:
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain't mad at you
Watch a young nigga ball
You know I'm getting money like pop on the wall
Talking tic tic toc toc tic tic toc toc
Tic tic toc, bitch tic toc
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain't mad at you
Verse 2:
Yea aha
My pussy worth a small fortune
Put him in the matrix when I slow motion
Ass so fat he need a lap dance
These other hoes belong in the trash can
You broke niggas, you can keep you 2 cents
When I throw it back caught this nigga speaking French
He pray before he eat it, pussy heaven sent
You ain't breaking bread boy, you got me bent
You know my name (you know my name) – Miss Trina
Baddest bitch aka bread winner
I'm in the club, bad bitches round me
You can find me down in dade county
Hook:
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain't mad at you
Watch a young nigga ball
You know I'm getting money like pop on the wall
Talking tic tic toc toc tic tic toc toc
Tic tic toc, bitch tic toc
Shorty ass acting with a attitude
Yea baby, I ain't mad at you
Yea
Trina
Baddest bitch
French
Keep ticking bitch
Get your time piece up
Bum bitches
Some new shit
French Montana
The baddest bitch
3 0 5
Day county
Fuck all you other bitches
Yea I said it, yea
Coke boys
Aha
Stop your game up niggas
VIDEO: REAKWON - CAME UP
Reakwon uno de los vieja escuela del Hip Hop llega con su mas reciente videoclip ¨Came Up¨
We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up
I come from under the bottom nigga I came up
So many niggas surround me, wanna flame somethin'
I'm like cool out, no money here, change up
We pop bottles in this bitch to get our name up
I come from under the bottom nigga we came up
So many niggas surround me, wanna flame somethin'
I'm like cool out, no money here, change up
[Verse 1]
Little leather niggas get it
I come from the back door with 40 lil live niggas with me
All on mollys, it's nothing
Fresh niggas they up
Some in the mailroom in the club lighting blunts up
Walk through new jury, clothes is silks only
Besides galllons of milk with big bills on me
True the jewels is fluorescent
They used to light niggas who got all they shines out stretchin'
Do you in the dark, whatever come out the light
Better be bread, or weed, or gold tonight
Get to schemin' shoot the shit up with real niggas in here
They all mine as long as they know the night
Yeah that's the shit I don't like
Shawty gave me dome hype
Grab her facemask, don't bite
I'm in my mansion in the zone writin'
I'm known for throwin' lightnin'
I stand alone yo, one titan
[Hook]
[Verse 2]
Post the seven in the rain
Come through with seven chains
They call me legend out in Maine
Known for tiltin' niggas wigs
Don't kill the kids for not knowin' where real rap remains
Treacherous MC, react like Jack Dempsey
Yeah the Billboard whorin' up MC
Fly as ever, one level, one rebel
Who cool out in the Cayamans with thugs, crews, and gangs
Yeah I rap for the merrier
Dance my ass off, paper chasin' Captain, America
Fly high , live as a drive-by
Team of live wires who catch you outside we fire liars
Yeah them blow kids live on the gold kids
Never go broke, grab a tote to smoke nigs
Killas know to call me to go
For murderous rap music that get inside your head it's dope
[Hook]
VIDEO: E-40 & TOO $HORT FT JEREMIH & TURK TALF - BOUT MY MONEY
Y continua la serie de videos de los señores E-40 & Too $hort esta vez acompañados por el artista Jeremih y el rapero Turk Talf
VIDEO: AB-SOUL FT KENDRICK LAMAR - ILLUMINATE
Back when I first grabbed that pen
I told myself I was gon' win
And I ain't know when
But it was gon' end
Up happening, I want in
So you can take your top 5 list
Dead or alive and put me after Em
I'm a fucking genius
Gripping my fucking penis, living this life
You can't tell me nothing
Still ain't really got no money fucking right
I'm all about that real, about that real
This ain't no motion picture
I tell you how that feel, how that feel
Even when the odds against you
They wanna see me wearing Polo drawers
Put 2 chains on and that ain't wrong
But that ain't me, I go too damn hard
I don't need clothes or jewelry to stand out
Black lip nigga with his hair wild
Too damn proud
Been killing this since Cam made Oh Boy
Oh boy, I'm the man now
TDE, put the money in my hand ain't shit free
This business is quick sand and I won't sink
Put the pistol in my hand and I won't think
Rest in peace, you just made room for the next to be
I never been afraid to say what I wanna say when I wanna say it, okay then
Further more we do this for y'all
Rap is stressin' but it pays great
That is until you lose appeal
And your release date gets date raped
Stay safe, hold your head
I got two fish and a loaf of bread
Feed the people, food for thought
Because we are equal, who'd have thought
[Hook: Ab-Soul & Kendrick]
They wanna share my light (Repeat x8)
You can have all my shine, I'll give you the light (Repeat x2)
[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
I used to wanna rap like Jay-Z
Now I feel I could run laps around Jay-Z
Nas ain't seen nothing this nasty
B.I.G. & Pac got it coming when I pass too
You got the mic, I ain't the one you wanna pass to
My niggas say my new shit past due
I paid dues, even got that shit tattooed
HiiiPoWeR on another plateau
I know you know we need a few plaques too
The brand new niggas with a attitude
Poppin' Compton or Timbuktu
I might even sell my new shit for 10 bucks too
Too ill when I jot these words
True eel when I shock the world
I know life's a bitch
When you know life's a bitch and that's not your girl
Cold shit, I'm hot though
Like coal get, Ab-Soul
This is a shift in paradigm
I remember when I couldn't spare a dime
Now I step in with a pair of dimes
On P's, y'all know me
Flow like water, admiralty
The best author ever to breathe
And as we proceed to follow these dreams
I ain't losing no sleep
No, no on them NoDoz
Just know "No" if it's no dough
So high but I'm Soulo
Two cups and I sip slow
Taking my time
We don't just shine, we illuminate the whole show
Now let's go
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Time and time I drop line for line
But only time will tell
If I ever go Columbine
And cop 30 nines and cock back and kill
See the truth is
They wanna know how close me and Dre and Snoop is
Or how the shoe fits when they choose this to beat 2Pac
But truth I give two shits 'bout
Expectations or critics hating
Shit, I just put moms on vacation
Bitch you never know my new location, it's across nations
Court cases get thrown out
So tell the motherfucking King dethrone now
I am ruler, I am highness
The Prince Zamunda
I am the shit like what the prune does
Black on black tint like Kinta Kunta
Black is back bitch I'm kin to coup de
Black on black crime resent the shooter
Blat, blat, blat, I intend to mute you
Racks on racks, I don't rap on tracks
Without my A-game so please don't ask
Me about no pressure
Bitch with the grip of my fingertip
I can hold this coast together
[Hook]
