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Young Jeezy Ft. YG & Doughboyz Cashout - My Young Niggaz Lyrics and Video

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'My Young Niggaz' Lyrics - Young Jeezy Ft. YG & Doughboyz Cashout
Here is My Young Niggaz Lyrics by Young Jeezy Ft. YG & Doughboyz Cashout

What’s up?
This for the young niggaz

Wake up in the morning roll a blunt for a nigga bust a teen
while his face wanting more, laying back to the streets
money on this mind last night, he can even meet
Money on his mind he can’t even sleep
Mama think that he can get me out of head
But if niggas all good, ‘cause he got a couple bands
Bullet 21 so he steppin’ the club
This to say the face wanna be a thug
Couple cup nigga this despite with the lean gas
Lose everything my young nigga everybody scream
Get a little paper now the bitches all on em
Get a little paper now the bitches all want em,
Might be a lot of things but he ain’t no fool
Before I kept my young nigga, every work without his tune
Bloody in the .. and my young rocky
Going for the deep and get his mother*cking puppet

Hook:
Just do the robbers and the jackets, and the killers, and the dealers
Get the trappers niggas getting going scriller
But this is for my young niggaz
This is for my young niggaz
Now I got it for the hustlers and the busters and the gangstas and the clubbers
Their ass niggas they suckers,
But I guess this for my young niggaz
Doing for my young niggaz.
For my young niggaz they post it on the block
For them young niggaz stay move without their glock
My young niggaz stay rappin’ for the hood
For them young niggaz, I don’t suck it no good

This is for my young nigga alive .. he ain’t real there
But he really .. me shit
Put him on the case when he ain’t really did nothing
But he gonna take it for the hood
He ain’t ..she like f*ck it,
We didn’t pay it for the love, but the loyal won’t shade em
Call with my name all, we can do and listen
Twenty years young, he don’t wanna go to prison
15 alive, he like fuck that senses
And then I ain’t even measure that I pay for the lawyer
Me and psychic and we got playin by the lawyer
with a life since she can’t get ..
Plus the penis I could ..
F*ck it he thuggin’
All these want some bitches and some money
He can’t even lunch with
He’s day one nigga he just wanna keep in touch with
But remember he ain’t even do nothing

[Hook:]

.. by the block, stay by glock
Runnin out the big homies got in workin on the clock
Wax in the sack game balls in the spot though
All he want is a bad bitches some off the lights
My young nigga, he remind me of me
We ain’t up and copin’ tryin to come up on the key
In the club thuggin’ going hard for the streets
Selling soft ‘cause them jaze little hard on this feet
Yeah yeah, just a young nigga post it on the block
truly in his pants who getting pop with it
He from the same hood as me we like block brothers
Stash pussies and then drugs, we see the cops coming
Ain’t really got a fam he like fuck living
But if he got problems, homies gonna thug with em
Just beating murder case feeling the touch
For my young niggaz, don’t let nobody fuck

[Hook:]

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Rockie Fresh & Casey Veggies - Sacrifice Lyrics and Video

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'Sacrifice' Lyrics - Rockie Fresh & Casey Veggies
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Oh, it’s how we, yeah
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, yeah
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, what
It’s how we rock it, rock it, uh

Rockie Fresh, I don’t need no stylist
Young Veggies, don’t need no college
It’s how we rock it mane
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
Hundred bands, I don’t own no wallet
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
Hundred bands, I don’t own no wallet
It’s how we, uh
It’s how we, yeah
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, yeah
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, what
It’s how we rock it, rock it, uh

My mind on the highway, my vision on tunnel and your pussy, I run through
You letting that run you, man, what have you come to?
Why you living so untrue?
Niggas be lying, aye, on my life I swear these niggas be lying
We see that shit early, we good on your stories
I don’t wanna know like I’m Mario Winans
So I be grinding, I’m sick and tired of seeing my mama providing
She should be riding
And the crowd disrespecting like she just came through with them sirens
Eat with the lions and I’m starting to see a lot of you animals dying
Out there nice with a young boy gliding
Smoking on a plane, on my way to a island, stunting

Rockie Fresh, I don’t need no stylist
Young Veggies, don’t need no college
It’s how we rock it mane
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
Hundred bands, I don’t own no wallet
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
Hundred bands, I don’t own no wallet
It’s how we, uh
It’s how we, yeah
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, yeah
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, what
It’s how we rock it, rock it, uh

She know that I got it, I know what you liking, I know what you want
Just let me provide it
Like Neo, I know I’m the one
Visions inside me, when I first saw you at the party I fell in love with your body
And then I just get in your mind and realize that you out here with all of this knowledge
I fuck with you, girl, ain’t tryna judge you, though
We stuck in our world
Like Barney’s girl, you could me own tapanga
My girl be happy for me and she love me but I think she mad that I’m famous
Money and pussy make the world go around
Speak a straight game and your girl go down, down
Thug life tatted across my chest
Yes, Versace shades, they on my eyes
Hundred bands, I don’t own no wallet

Rockie Fresh, I don’t need no stylist
Young Veggies, don’t need no college
It’s how we rock it mane
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
Hundred bands, I don’t own no wallet
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
Hundred bands, I don’t own no wallet
It’s how we, uh
It’s how we, yeah
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, yeah
It’s how we rock it mane, aye
It’s how we rock it mane, what
It’s how we rock it, rock it, uh

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Rockie Fresh & Casey Veggies - Sacrifice

Papoose - Jive Ass Turkey (Trinidad James Diss) Lyrics and Video

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'Jive Ass Turkey (Trinidad James Diss)' Lyrics - Papoose
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They wanna score, niggas tryna catch us slippin’
They wanna score, tryna get one not listening
They wanna score, everybody screaming New York
They wanna score, dude tryna slide with a broad
You wanna score
You ain’t get no points for that, this is New York
You ain’t get no points for that
Slippin’ dirt, molly chewing, you ain’t get no points for that
We settle the score, that’s a fact

Last artist to diss New York city suffered from low chicken sales
Sick your cat suit, I rock this bells like LL
After that I call this man not to prevail
I subtracted the big from Sean and his album fail
That New York hater looking like Jerome Rome
Tryna diss the hip hop home, this my throne
You ain’t a real Trinidadian boy, you hilarious
You ugly Prada Frankenstein, who you marrying?
Dummest out the south, don’t get dummer
You know I can spit thunder, you one hit wonder
Halloween mascot, boy, your costume early
See you in your video with all that costume jewelry

They wanna score, niggas tryna catch us slippin’
They wanna score, tryna get one not listening
They wanna score, everybody screaming New York
They wanna score, dude tryna slide with a broad
You wanna score
You ain’t get no points for that, this is New York
You ain’t get no points for that
Slippin’ dirt, molly chewing, you ain’t get no points for that
We settle the score, that’s a fact

Don’t come back to New York with that bs, dog
Niggas is looking for you like the ps fall
How you even gonna try to come up out of your trunk?
With your head looking like Bill…
If you a real rude boy why you don’t talk like it?
If you from Atlanta why you don’t talk and act like it?
Sweet is in Atlanta peach, you ain’t Atlanta brave
You closer to chocking a bird out of its cage
Love hip hop like Peter Gun…Papoose, my flow is deeper to drown a lifeguard
Pour to you some more bars but you ain’t even worthy
Happy Thanksgiving, you jive ass turkey

They wanna score, niggas tryna catch us slippin’
They wanna score, tryna get one not listening
They wanna score, everybody screaming New York
They wanna score, dude tryna slide with a broad
You wanna score
You ain’t get no points for that, this is New York
You ain’t get no points for that
Slippin’ dirt, molly chewing, you ain’t get no points for that
Yosemite score, that’s a fact

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Papoose - Jive Ass Turkey (Trinidad James Diss)

Mac Miller - I Come In Peace Lyrics and Video

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'I Come In Peace' Lyrics - Mac Miller
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Ok, it's the high flying, sky diving
Hoes tell me five diamonds, mine and whining
Dropping gems with the finest timing
I'm eating acid, start to burn away my stomach lining
Coming with that fucking violence
Where's chaos, love is silent
My mom should've had another son
Maybe that would make my crazy ass less troublesome
I come in peace, but unleash this fucking beast inside me
You may need a CSI, investigate the scene when I leave
I start drinking what’s inside my IV
I'm poison ivy and my voice is whiny
New car, yeah, my toys is shiny
Drive it in the river, break the ice
Skate Monongahela in the winter
I'm a ninja, I might kick you in your fucking head
This is Pittsburgh, you looking like a fucking guest
I got a mayor fucking bitches in the south side
Tell 'em they can get a job, just to open up your mouth wide
You Mrs. Doubtfire, fake ass bitch
I keeps it constipated, we don't take no shit
Nothing for these hoes, Lego my ego trick
I'm a real a-hole, yeah ok
I'm with my bitch, watching Scandal in some Gucci sandals
Or whatever's on the movie channels
I drink whisky, start puking on my stupid flannel
Plot the tracing paper, I'm just tryna recreate a Van Gogh
The devil can't know my plans for destruction
The angels get eliminated, process of deduction
Red lights, rushing through it, noose like I'm Russian
I paid a foreign nun to bring the drugs in
I put the dope in the dumplings, the coke by the onion
Snort so many lines, it's disgusting
Open up the blinds, see the white light
I'm getting wasted with a bum, start a knife fight
Putting lights in my bitch bed
Drink Windex and go and swallow a match
I got the right hypes, need to borrow some crack
Got a problem with that?
I'm doing drugs with the coastguard
Smoke clouds coming through the sonar
I can beat my own ass with a crowbar ‘cause I'm so numb
I don't even know where my toes are
This is Mozart, dope art
I'm gonna have a daughter, name her Rosa Parks

Ok, look I said it, I'm a bitch ass bitch
That's why pre-teen girls be like, "This that shit"
But once they eighteen, they gonna kiss Mac's dick
Goddamn, I'm on some mismatch shit
God hate me, the devil don't like me either
I'm posted up with a forty and a wife beater
Murder rappers, keep they bodies in the freezer
Snort coke and have a minor seizure
Lost in amnesia, threesomes with Venus
And Serena, I can dream, huh?
I really miss the lean, bro
Bought my homie's team Jordans
Now they pitched an offer

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Mac Miller - I Come In Peace

Lamar Starzz - Nobody Else Lyrics and Video

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'Nobody Else' Lyrics - Lamar Starzz
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She walking at the door yeah
She never come, never come

Yeah, she says she walking at the door yeah
And she never coming back no more
She got the things at the floor yeah
She says she never coming back no more
She say she due with my shit
She got time for that shit
Says she happen on the netch yeah
She gone, damn
I see her getting in the car yeah
And she ain’t tryin’ look back no more
She said the rest I can keep it
‘cause she ain’t never coming back no more

Pre-Chorus:
She said this time you fucked up
But you don’t rack out to your luck
Time to jump off for your bucks
I’m so gone
So tell me what I gotta do to get to you
I’ma do this just what I gotta do it, I
Tell me what I gotta say to prove to you
I’ma do just what I gotta do it
I know, I thought your love was my love
I thought my love was your love
I thought we were together forever

Chorus:
‘Cause I ain’t tryin to be with nobody else
I ain’t tryin’ to sleep with nobody else
And I ain’t tryin’ to be with nobody else
Nobody else, nobody else
And I ain’t tryin to be with nobody else
I ain’t tryin’ to sleep with nobody else
And I ain’t tryin’ to be with nobody else
Nobody else.

Oh, she says she do it to work easier
‘cause she ain’t never coming back no more
She done found her a new man
(but I love to see that nigga shit)
She

Pre-Chorus:
She said this time you fucked up
But you don’t rack out to your luck
Time to jump off for your bucks
I’m so gone
So tell me what I gotta do to get to you
I’ma do this just what I gotta do it, I
Tell me what I gotta say to prove to you
I’ma do just what I gotta do it
I know, I thought your love was my love
I thought my love was your love
I thought we were together forever

Chorus:
‘Cause I ain’t tryin to be with nobody else
I ain’t tryin’ to sleep with nobody else
And I ain’t tryin’ to be with nobody else
Nobody else, nobody else
And I ain’t tryin to be with nobody else
I ain’t tryin’ to sleep with nobody else
And I ain’t tryin’ to be with nobody else
Nobody else.

Girl why would you believe that somebody else?
Can make me happy, girl nobody else
Can make me feel the way you do and sign
So baby don’t you leave my side oh
Can nobody!

[Chorus:]

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E-40 Ft. Juicy J & Ty$ - Chitty Bang Lyrics and Video

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Ty Dolla $ign - Hook:
Ya baby momma love me, ya baby daddy hate me
Ya bitch wanna fuck me, I said ya bitch wanna fuck
And we gon' get it like
Chitty, chitty, bang, bang (x4),
Whoa-oh!

[E-40:]
I made a detour out of the game when I was hustlin' crack
Made a couple of dollars, made a little bit of change, never looked back
You could find me at the shooter range, practicing bussin' gats
Or in the vocal booth, in this new studio, bussin' raps
With some gold on my body, out my body, off Carlos Rossi
I'm sloppy, I treat my luxury scraper like a Bugatti
La di da di, she like to party off molly, Bacardi
Love to get naughty, a hottie, up in the lobby, she stopped me
She said "40 Water, where you 'bout to be?"
I said "Follow me, follow me, follow me, bitch, room 223"
You got to pay or pay me no attention, that's how it be
When you born and raised in the V, Northern Cali, Silicon Valley

[Hook:]

[Juicy J:]
Paid nigga, yeah, I make it happen, turnin' up ratchet
Thick chick under my arm make a chick look average
Thick bitch, yeah, a big ol' ass, poke it like a cactus
And she got a face that belongs up in a beauty pageant
It's ya boy, Juicy J, trippy, I got realer pimps
Balling hard everyday, ratchet bitches can't resist
I stay laughing to the bank but my dough ain't funny
I run out of rappin' 'fore I run out of money
When I pop a pill, that's foreplay
Now I'm all in her face like Olay
I'm like "okay", I kill the pussy like OJ
When I'm finished with ya woman, she gon' think we sold mints

[Hook:]

[Ty Dolla $ign & (E-40):]
You wanna be around the winners? (A winner)
Say you only had a few niggas? (A few of 'em)
Girl, I'm just being honest (honest)
I know what you want and he's not it (not it)
I'm off the shits and I'm wit' it (wit' it, mane)
They can't stop us, we gon' get it (get it, mane)
I'm just being honest (honest)
I know what she want and he's not it, that's why

[Hook:]

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Dawn Richard - Love Rollercoaster Lyrics and Video

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Step right up I got a ticket a ticket for you
Baby, wanna ride with me?
Let me paint pretty lil picture for you
A few want a side of me!
Baby, loosen up, I got some liquor for you
I just want you to wait and see
We can love… get all kinds and naughty
Hop up in my ’83!
Cause I can make your

Big wheels keep on turning
Baby, so high burning
Cause we’re rolling (rolling)
Rolling (rolling)on this love rollercoaster!

Hurry, hurry, baby, let me holler at you
You don’t want to miss the ride!
You can be with me everywhere you want,
So you don’t have to wait in line!
Baby, you can chill up in the front row
Boy, you know you’re one of a kind
Baby, put your hands up, you’re getting ready to scream
I don’t wanna waste your time!
So I’mma make you

Pre-chorus:
Big wheels keep on turning
Baby, so high burning
Cause we’re rolling (rolling)
Rolling (rolling) on this love rollercoaster!

Chorus:
On my love rollercoaster rolling (rolling)
On my love rollercoaster rolling (rolling)
Big things popping and I’m stopping
And I’m stopping the love rollercoaster, yeah!
Rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling)
Rolling this love rollercoaster!

Put your things up and say
Ah, we’re rolling!
We’re rolling!
Rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling)
Rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling)
Rolling this love rollercoaster!

Chorus: (x2)
On my love rollercoaster rolling (rolling)
On my love rollercoaster rolling (rolling)
Big things popping and I’m stopping
And I’m stopping the love rollercoaster, yeah!
Rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling), rolling (rolling)
Rolling this love rollercoaster!

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Childish Gambino - Telegraph Ave Lyrics and Video

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[Verse 1]
I was making Japanese
And she's watching DVDs
In Oakland, in Oakland
Now I'm driving up the 5
And she waits till I arrive
In Oakland, in Oakland
Everything, that I wanted
Only gotta drive for the moment
If you tell me "turn around," then I'm on it
For the moment, but you know me
You know how I get when I'm lonely
I think about you and the moments
But everything you do is so Oakland, so Oakland

[Hook 1]
Foot on the gas
I'm just trying to pass
All the red lights
And the stop signs
I'm ready to go
Before I get to The Bay
Babe, that's a problem
Because I'm way too scared to call
And you might get me to stay, no

[Post-Hook]
I don't really want to drive
But I think I'd rather die
In Oakland, in Oakland
With my hands on two and ten
So I guess it all depends
On Oakland, on Oakland
And I'm nervous, truth be told
I never saw me growing old
In Oakland, in Oakland
And if I married you tonight
It would probably start a riot
In Oakland, in Oakland

[Verse 2]
Everything, that I needed
Now I finally got you in your feelings
Everything you won't say, you tweet it
And a nigga don’t like that shit at all
So retreating
Can we just roll with the feeling?
Can we just roll for a minute?
Wait a minute

[Hook 2]
Foot on the gas
I'm just tryna pass
All the red lights
And the stop signs
I'm ready to go
I'm really not ready girl
That's a problem
Cause I'm way too scared to fall
And I know that you choose to stay, no

[Verse 3]
All the girlfriends saying "here we go again"
Rich kid but he act like a gentleman
Last one didn't end like it should've been
Two dates and she still wanna get it in
And you're saying it's because of the Internet
Try once and it's on to the next chick
Ex draw an O face on your exes...right?
And we can do the same thing if you wanna have better
When your thoughts can't breathe and you thinking asthmatic
And you wanna be a mom and I wasn't mad at her
I was thinking 'bout me, I'd be really bad at it
Cause I'm thinking 'bout me, weeks in Dubai
Fourth of July, house in Kauai, yeah we can try
So let's try

[Outro]
Whoa
I took off my nine to five
But you still don't have the time to kiss me (just hit me)
And if I left you all alone, would you still pick up the phone
It's iffy, you miss me
I got furniture to move, and we'll both be thirty soon
In Oakland, in Oakland
The only one I know is you, so the fuck I'm supposed to do?
In Oakland, in Oakland (x8)

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