Drake - The Motto [Explicit]

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I’m the fuckin man, you don’t get it do ya? Type of money everybody acting like they knew ya Go Uptown, New York City Biiitch Some Spanish girls love me like I’m on Aventura Tell Uncle Luke I’m out in Miami too Clubbing hard, Fuckin’ women ain’t much to do Wrist blancpain, got a condo up in 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 mil uhh I’m in the building and I’m feeling myself Rest in peace Mac Dre, I’mma do it for the Bay, okay Getting paid well holla wen ever 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, Marley Marl at the cribbo Shout goes out to Niko, Jay and Chubbo, shout to Gibo We got Santa Margarita by the liter She know even if im fuckin with her, I don’t really need her Aohhh, 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

Lil Wayne - VMA - 2011

Artist: Lil Wayne
Song name:  How To love At the VMA 2011

Music Gender:  HipHop/Rap/R&B 

Year: 2011

Young Jeezy featuring Lil Wayne - Ballin

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[T-Pain - Chorus] (Swiss Beatz)
All I Do is win win win no matter what
got money on mind I can never get enough
whenever me and Khaled do the remix
everybody hands go up
(ey, showtime)
and they stay there
and they say yeah
and they stay there
Up down, up down
cause all I do is win win win
and if you goin’ in put your hands in the air make em stay there…

[DJ Khaled]
Sittin’ on the top floor
what you think I’m hot for
every summer drop more
hits to make my stock go (up)
them hands go (up)
them fans go (up)
another one in this bitch and I’ma (stay there)
we the best of the best
while you haters asleep
I’m yelling free weezy
I rep the heart of the streets
who hotter than me (Khaled)
I’m wearing the crown (we can’t stop, won’t stop)
go hate on me now

[Rick Ross]
I can never get enough when it comes to gettin’ (?)
n-ggas aint ready for my Ferrari Scudliegi
Mario Andretti, money coming fast
my honeycomb hideout is made of all glass
I can never be a racist
wake up every morning just to count white faces
Neo in the matrix, glorious as Morpheus
employed all warriors I mean as a scorpion
Dr Kavorkian

[Busta Rhymes]
Yo, everytime I come we got another n-gga come and get a lot of money
when I’m in the building and I promise there aint no mothaf-cker better better better
ah ha, ok
n-ggas know I got it when I hit ya with the pidda padder
everybody see me then you hear a lot of chitter chatter
n-ggas know there aint nobody badder badder badder
I watch a lot of n-ggas when I’m in the cut, so sick
when I come hit em in the gut
you will crown me king (no matter what)
ok lets shine my friend
get up on my grind again, some n-ggas should be happy that I chose to rhyme with them, cause…

T-Pain -[Chorus]

[Diddy]
Hey turn me up man, I want them to hear me
ayo check this out,

my heart racing like I snort cocaine
I got a billion reasons you should know my whole name
got the most paper, Mr New York times
I’m a natural born winner Mr New York’s mine
everybody getting money but I cop the first 6
now I run the game so I toss the first pitch
yeah I let you wife her but she still my first b-tch
less than 9 digits n-gga that ain’t f-cking rich muthaf-cker

[Nicki Minaj]
yo, all I do is win aint that the reason that you really mad
undisputed hailing all the way from Trinidad
I aint mad Ma, I see you with your bummy swag
I’m in that money green Jag lot of money bags,
I told Khaled that you the best but I’m the bestest
better run for cover if your name is on my checklist
you can talk slick all the way down to the welfare
as the IRS b-tch I’m paying for your healthcare

[Fabolous]
Look I’ma make this here official
let me clear some issues
first off I am not for Britney Spears initials
thats no BS at your request
lean back you and your crew Fat Joe TS
yeah it’s young funeral
hard black on me
so act like summers over and fall back homie
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winning is all I do, I’ll answer all of you
but y’all aint saying sh-t like prank callers do

[Chorus]

[Jadakiss]
yo, it’s already proven I go them birds moving
all I do is win I’m allergic to losing
yeah, yellow gold cuban, 9 mill (?)
I show you what to do with em
finish em, I’m through with them
they gon have to jump me, this gon take a few of them
they don’t want no problems
they might end up sueing them
disassociate yourself have nothing to do with them
we already got a (?) we tryna get two of them

[Fat Joe]
Just blew trial, crack lots is little Italy
your wife she a screamer yelling slow down Joe you killing me
beat her like a prize fight mommy I’m a rude boy
you just hit the powerball
everyday a new toy, n-gga it’s a stick up
a muthaf-cking robbery
(?) that have Haitian Jack proud of me
riding through Harlem me and Jeezy pardon me
Puffy surfin on the hood for n-ggas that keep doubting me

T-Pain -[Chorus]
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DJ Khaled feat Lil Wayne, Rick Ross & Drake - im on one - 2011 - lyrics

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(Get em on) I’m on one (Get em on) I’m on one (Get em on) I said I’m on one [Drake] I’m getting so cold I aint work this hard since I was 18 Apologise if I say, anything I don’t mean Like whats up with your best friend? We could all have some fun, believe me And whats up with these new niggas? And why they think it all comes so easy But get it while you here boy Cause all that hype don’t feel the same next year boy Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got Trippin off you cause you had your shot With my skin tanned and my hair long And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking Watch me take it! [Drake - Chorus] All I care about is money and the city that I’m from I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done And I don’t really give a f-ck, and my excuse is that I’m young And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya I’m on one Yeah, f-ck it, I’m on one Yeah, I said I’m on one F-ck it, I’m on one Two white cups and I got that drink Could be purple, it could be pink Depending on how you mix that shit Money that we got, never get that shit Cause I’m on one I said fuck it I’m on one [Rick Ross] I’m burning purple flowers It’s burning my chest I bury the most cash and burning the rest Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear Burner in the belt Move the kids to the hills (BOSS) Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great Even though I out on bond I might be facin’ 8′s Still running with the same niggas til the death of me Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully Ever made love to the woman of your dreams In a room full of money out in London and she screams Baby, I could take it there Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair (Khaled) And it’s double M G until I get the chair [Drake - Chorus] [Lil Wayne] I walk around the club, f-ck everybody And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley Yeah, too much money, aint enough money You know the feds listening, nigga what money? I’m a made nigga I should dust something You niggas on the bench Like the bus coming huh, aint nothing sweet but the swishas I’m focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures Ohhh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant You a sell out, but I aint buying Chopper dissect a nigga like science Put an end to the world like Mayans This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov It’s a slim chance I fall, olive oil Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence [Chorus] DJ Khaled Ft. Lil Wayne, Drake & Rick Ross – I’m On One Lyrics

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Ace Hood Ft. Lil Wayne & Rick Ross - Hustle Hard - Remix - Mp3

Ace Hood Featuring. Lil Wayne, Rick Ross - Hustle Hard Remix

Hustle Hard (Remix) Lyrics -
Artist: Ace Hood (Feat Lil Wayne & Rick Ross)
Album: ~
Year: 2011

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[Intro - Ace Hood & (Lil Wayne)] G-mix, I do it (Yeah), g-mix, (this the remix) (Uh) [Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I’mma do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard [Verse 1 - Ace Hood] Okay, I’m booked out until August Show money deposits See the shit then I cop it Got but a house note in my pocket I’m on South Beach with that top off Bad bitch and her ass soft Something outta that catalogue She introduced to that lock jaw And I think her name was Lisa Or maybe it was Sheila My Chevy sittin’ too high I call that Wiz Khalifa And I’m all about the new Franklins Ain’t talkin’ Aretha Bitch my league too major I’m hip hop Derek Jeter And I’m still feeling my pockets Big bass and its knocking Yeah this be that remix But still ride around with that rocket Nigga welcome back to my household “We The Best” be that logo Hundred grand for that neck glow All about the Dinero Nigga flow so retarded We be getting gnarley Oh Kimosabe, it be me, Ross, Weezy Party cause it’s the… [Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I’mma do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] 24′s on my Beemer You never know when I slide up 19 in my Nina, red dot when I ride up Hundred deep in that K.O.D King Of Diamonds that’s me nigga No you bitches can’t get my beat Choppers only thing free niggas Step to me and I teach you Somebody text his picture Straight drop in my beaker Ace knocking my speakers Last night I counted 1 mill This morning 150 Pussy niggas can’t count me out Don’t make me hurt ya feelings, ah V12 jetted, jet blue, forget it Rolex embedded with princess and baguettes Same old brick, but it’s different yay Yeah that’s candy paint, on my 7 Tre [Chorus - Lil Wayne] Uh, same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what we gon’ do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard [Ace Hood] Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard [Verse 3 - Lil Wayne] Yeah, okay, now black card in my pocket Riding round in that ‘Gatti Pistol off my boxers I ain’t got time to be boxing Got a red bone, she look tropic If she fuck me right then she shopping Young Money we poppin’ I eat these rappers, Anthony Hopkins See that V-neck, that’s Polo Grilled up like Ocho Chuck Taylors with no socks You niggas chicken, Pollo Nigga LIV on Sundays King of Diamonds Monday Swagger just dumb, call it Kelly Bundy Got a big house with a back yard Fish tank with sharks in it Real nigga, I’m authentic I’ll fuck the bitches ’till she short winded Got a bad bitch who be bartending Couple homies that gang bang I get on anybody track and hit that bitch with that Wayne train Free my nigga T.I. Soo woo to the beehive Got a G6 and a G5 You pussy niggas, you feline Don’t stop the party, we be getting gnarley Oh Kimosabe, I’m with Mack, Fucus and Marley Cause its… [Bridge - Lil Wayne] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house, baby need some shoes They want that Carter IV, bitch it’s coming soon [Chorus - Ace Hood] Same old shit, just a different day Out here tryna get it, each and every way Momma need a house Baby need some shoes Times are getting hard Guess what I’mma do? Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Hustle, hustle, hustle, hard Closed mouths don’t get fed on this boulevard

Kelly Rowland featuring Lil Wayne - Motivation - 2011

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[Kelly Rowland] Oh lover, don’t you dare slow down Go longer, you can last more rounds Push harder, your almost there now So go lover, make my mother proud And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs And when were done, I just wanna feel your head so lower me baby You can’t stop there, music still playin in the background And youre almost there You can do it, I believe in you baby So close from here So baby I’mma be your motivation Go, go, go, go Motivation Go, go, go, go Oh Lover, when you call my name No other, can do that the same ? Get up out there game, no So lover, dont it make me rain And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs And when were done, I just wanna feel your head so lower me baby You can’t stop there, music still playin in the background And you’re almost there You can do it, I believe in you baby So close from here [Lil Wayne] Uh, girl I turn that thing into a rainforest Rain on my head, call that brainstorming Yeah this is deep, but oh, I go deeper Make you lose yourself, and finders keepers It go green light, go Weezy go I like to taste that sugar, that sweet and low But hold up wait, new position I put her on my plate then do the dishes She my motivation, I’m her transportation Cause I let her ride, while I drive her crazy Then I just keep going going, like I’m racing When I’m done she hold me like a conversation Weezy, baby [Kelly Rowland] And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs And when were done, I just wanna feel your head so lower me baby You can’t stop there, music still playin in the background And you’re almost there You can do it, I believe in you baby So close from here

Mary J. Blige featuring Diddy and Lil Wayne - Someone To Love Me (Naked)

Once again lil wayne did his thing.

Someone To Love Me ft. Diddy (Remix) Looking for someone to love me I’m-m-m looking for someone to love me Yeh-yeh-yeh-yeah I’m no angel There so much I can take Calm down, patience Don’t lose your temper hold on wait I’ve got issues just like you Sometimes I get so confused I’m strong but I can break I’ll be praying so hard To get through the day Bad thoughts in my mind I can’t shake Having nightmares in the day can you relate? Please somebody kindly wake me I can’t let this cold world take me I’m looking [Lil Wayne] It’s my life, my life, word to Mary N-ggas can’t f-ck with me, Virgin Mary Go ahead make my day, dirty Harry Weezy, f-ck the World pop ya cherry Everybody pushing but I don’t fall back And everybody looking but blind to the fact The clock on the wall say it’s time for some action Now you can take that to the bank and cash in I’m feeling myself, f-ck if they feeling me Can’t spell them without me It’s them or me Yesterday was a memory Looking in the mirror at my enemy But today I’m… Looking for someone to love me I’m-Im-Im looking for someone to love me Yeh-yeh-yeh-yeah [Diddy] My drama, my karma My love my life, dear drama The war’s I’ve fought, scars that I’ve garnered The hustle, I got that honest from my father Mix me with violence, blend me with peace Combine me with hate and I can’t face defeat (nope) I did it all in a week Still incomplete as I stand on my feet It take a lot to still dance to the beat Skin more cold and callous than concrete I love swimming but theres just one ski In a rich man’s hotel with bed sheets Uh ah, you know what I’m looking for Looking for someone to love me I’m-Im-Im looking for someone to love me Yeh-yeh-yeh-yeah My rise, my falls Enemies wanna see me crawl My ups, my downs Ya’ll know I’ve been around But sometimes it bothers me When I hear people say a non truth Am I sane, am I crazy Pick one there all the same In this World we’re living in I’mma make mistakes, I’m only human I was… Looking for someone to love me I’m-Im-Im looking for someone to love me Yeh-yeh-yeh-yeah

Lil Wayne featuring CORY GUNZn - 2011

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Lil Wayne 6’7″ Lyrics [Hook] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Lil Wayne Verse 1] Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner you don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher so misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma? two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her life is the bitch, and death is her sister sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture you know father time, we all know mother nature it’s all in the family, but I am of no relation no matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation f-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish [Hook] Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch [Lil Wayne Verse 2] I’m going back in okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy but hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest I beat the beat up, call it self defense swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins n-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end talking to myself because I am my own consultant married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery you full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off real n-gga all day and tomorrow but these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya try me and run into a wall, outfielder You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights the fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do if these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon tell ‘em bitches I say put my name on the wall I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on but most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it Young Money, Cash Money paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya” bitch, real G’s move in silence like lasagna people say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her you n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate yeah, with a swag you would kill for money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell [Cory Gunz] Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I’m bald like Cuba and I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya I be macking, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter n-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times that I keep these bucks steady on my mind tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love? keep throwing my sign in the middle hit ‘em up, piece on my side, ’cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitch I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard? Gunna Read more: http://www.killerhiphop.com/lil-wayne-6-7-lyrics/#ixzz1BH5nnGyk

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