[Intro]
This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular
This is for my b!tches gettin' high on the regular
[Verse 1]
My shirt, purple label my shirt Purple haze in my j, everything purple nigga f-cked up
Fresh off the road two mil on it, a little nigga with a little money
And to be honest I fathered a lot of brothers in this motherf-cker
I think I'm motherf-ckin' Phil Drummond
Real live nigga, straight nigga, still love it
And I ain't talkin' bout the J's got new 11's
I am talkin' bout whoever, whoever say it's a 9
If she mine I'mma take her to a newer level
Who better, take your time, take your time like a new bezel
I got rich from a little struggle
I'm like roots, you a new shovel
And I'm the truth nigga, still wellin'
In a rello, cigarillo to the cerebellum
Rich forever, double m, we forever winnin'
A nigga throwin' up the set, how ya stomach feelin'
Proly sick of a nigga livin' how a nigga livin'
Even better, come and get it, see my pen is illin'
Eyes low, widest eyes, 5-4
Pockets probably like fried food
Turn a good vagina into a typhoon
I don't understand how y'all move
'Cuz y'all don't understand I will not lose
Who trill as me, roll two of tree
Y'all truancy, I'm high school
And everything is purple
And my Ralph Lauren be earth-tone
And now I'm sippin' syrup slow, I'm out h-town
With young kirko, and that h right on my belt loop
I call em up, they might fall through
And my main b!tch, she just started school
And my weed man should just sell flutes
High on loud when I be ridin' out
I'm on a thousand islands like McDonald's cows
Nigga G's up, like the team is up
Y'all be in love, like the Howard crowd
My direction good, well-rounded type
When I'm down and out, I get up and right
Niggas from where I'm from they don't f-ck with fights
When it's trouble, they blocka and f-ck a life
For a f-ckin' Nike or a couple sprites
So my cup is full, too much pain to fight
And I'm indecisive when the things are light
Never miss these things, see my game precise
Nigga everything is purple, and these MC's is urkel
You send me beats via email, I'mma send them back in a hearse
Look purple label my shirt, purple shit in my cup
Purple haze in my J, everything purple nigga f-cked up
(Ft. Rick Ross & Fabolous)
[Intro: Rick Ross]
Boss is my position, I got the ammunition
All the while they talking this Ambition
[Hook:] (Rick Ross)
In the caravan of some Latin b!tches
Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers
Oye mami, ven aca papi chulo
Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols (Wale)
Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new mothef-cking two door
This shit ain't nothing new though
I'm tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols
[Verse 1: Wale]
Made a million with the pen
Make my women follow dreams, p-ssy popping follow him
B!tches check on my stats, women get too attached
F-ck what them niggas saying I hit whoever at bat
Tryna rock it Atlanta Bravest know I'm awesome
Bet I be like Fenway out in Boston, my green is a monster
We don't speak to informants, they just look for a weigher
They just hating on the game, they just way too Canseco
Gotta thank my crew, my label, everything I do they a o-
K with, who the f-ck gon' say something?
Shit grand like a mothef-cking bass low
Three strikes put a mothef-cking K up
Double M nigga now we up
Three strikes like a mothef-cking C.C
You wife ain't shit, we G'd her
Huh, we G'd up, G'd up
Up in my new two door
Knock it out the park, Albert Pujols
[Hook:] (Rick Ross)
In the caravan of some Latin b!tches
Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers
Oye mami, ven aca papi chulo
Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols (Wale)
Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new mothef-cking two door
This shit ain't nothing new though
I'm tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols
[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Feel like I seen it all, but I can't say so
Be a snitch! No way, Jose Canseco
Face down, ass up, ain't none of my b!tches planking though
We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas Yankees though
It's going down in history, the way I valet two doors
She blew a kiss at me, I told her darling cool-o
Listen b, just give my stylist Kudos
And my consistency, I call that Albert Pujols
Shouts out to St. Louey, swag champ I got the belt
Big H if it ain't Louie, cuffing you b!tch is not gon' help
They asking me what I wear, I think YSL is how it spell
And I might just let you touch it if you don't go tell 'em how I felt
Real nigga, that's just how I'm built
From turning white into cream, powdered milk
To getting rich off a dream, I throw it in a bag
This the Ambition anthem, I flow the tone in flat
[Hook:] (Rick Ross)
In the caravan of some Latin b!tches
Talking caramel with them asses like the strippers
Oye mami, ven aca papi chulo
Let me knock it out the park, I'm talking Albert Pujols (Wale)
Albert Pujols, trial left two hoes up in my new mothef-cking two door
This shit ain't nothing new though
I'm tryna knock that out the park, Albert Pujols
[Wale]
I'mma rap to you real quick. I wanna enjoy the luxury of like, not knowing each other for real. Hol’ up
[Intro: Miguel] Lotus flower bomb, firefly
When I’m low, she take me high
I can teach you all the sounds of love
[Verse 1: Wale]
Flowerbomb, let me guess your favorite fragrance
And you got that bomb, huh, I’m tryna detonate you
No disrespecting baby, just tryna make you smile
Try to keep my spirits up, that’s why I lays it down
Try to keep your spirits up, lil vodka whatever
Took you forever to get dressed, I acknowledge your effort
So I clap for her, she deserves an applause
Shawty working so hard, she deserve that Vuitton
Shawty where your baton, racing through my mind like
She heard that I got that work, I heard that she been on strike
Care to tell, I read your mind, she been on them dollars first
Caramel macchiatos when shawty get into work
I can be your boyfriend be your nigga or a friend with perks
I’m just tryna work that huh, they just tryna work your nerves
I’m just tryna read your mind, I’m just tryna feed you mine
I’m just tryna give you light, they just tryna leave you blind
[Hook: Miguel]
We’re living in a fantasy
I feel it when you dance with me
It’s feeling like you need to be
My lady, my baby, yeah
Can’t you see
I’m talking about eternity
Tell me would you care to be
My lady, my baby
[Verse 2: Wale]
Flower bomb, can I blow up on your mind
This is not no Sandra Bull, but you’re Potion #9
Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs
And I hate to tell you too much, cuz I stay with too much pride
And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don’t need no rush
Don’t believe in love at first sight, but I believe in love at first huh
Can I be with you just one night? I could wear you out inside
I could tell you like persistence, but I make you cum in tri’s
I just think we need one night, can’t decide if I came right
Easy baby my thing tight, but that lotus flower just ain’t right
I ain’t thinking I ain’t right, can’t decide but I can’t fight
Easy baby you the bomb and all, but I be damned if I do not land mine
Or at least try, can I speak up? was it peace out? can we eat lunch?
Can we take shots with your flavor, flat drinks we call A cups
I just think I need one night, slightly more if it’s done right
With that gorgeous face, I don’t know your name, it ain’t important babe cuz I’mma call you Mine
[Hook: Miguel]
[Bridge: Miguel]
Cuz you don’t know who, you don’t know when
If I keep stickin’ baby, what’s it gonna be
You don’t know who, you don’t know when
Let me teach you all the sounds of love
[Outro: Miguel]
Ahhhh, ayyyyy, eeeeee, ahh ohh ooo
Baby this was for you, lotus
Ace Hood Ft. Rick Ross, Wale, Chris Brown, DJ Khaled - Body 2 Body (Remix) Lyrics
[Intro : DJ Khaled]
Ayo baby, tell your friends... to get with my friends
And we can be friends, this the remix
[Hook - Chris Brown]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause I know you wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about
If you want it then I got it
We can be body to body, body to body
I don’t mean to rush you girl
But we should be body to body
Body to body, body to body
[Ace Hood]
What it do lil' mama, I was thinking we'd get more acquainted
Baby this the g-mix we get heated leave them panties ain't it?
She say her last was super wack his sex was overrated
Gotta give her da good I'm liking da wood and now it's over lady
I give her that pound game, then I slows it up
Nibblin' on ya ear, she love that teasin' stuff
See youse a nasty girl, wit yo fine ass
If it's wet enough I might just need a wine glass
Ha, I'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds
A house on my pinky, we body 2 body, I keep me a hottie
She kinky as hell, get it off in the lobbies
[Hook - Chris Brown]
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause I know you wanna get it in
And tell me why would we just think about
If you want it then I got it
We can be body to body, body to body
I don’t mean to rush you girl
But we should be body to body
Body to body, body to body
[Rick Ross]
Body 2 body baby, we gotta do this right
Mean a lot more to me, check me out
[Verse 1]
You only live once, tonight we do it twice
Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right
Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby
Got some pocket change too, now ya workin' baby
Got her the bently coup, she call that old news
My tommorrow braxton, doin' shows too
Paid well, like she supposed to, I'm a made man
I'm into old school, no jewels which is ruff for me
But she's so cool, I kiss her carefully
Emergency room, she was there for me
Right back on my feet, I swear I'd never leave
[Hook]
(DJ Khaled interrupts the hook)
this is... remix
[Wale]
Seven at height and you would be that tall but
Ya see all we got is tonight and I ain't tryna see that far, all we need is convienient love
And I don't mean convo when I say I wanna know how deep you are
heheh, look
[Verse2]
Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong
You could ask me all you want, but my name ain't oh my god
Passionate in that sack, passionate with this rap
She scratchin' all on my back, jawn like fuckin' up my new tats
Girl work it out, spread it out like work of mouth
You know I'm tryna kill that shit, make sure that urn is out
Now we body to body, go inside and she shakin'
Ain't too fond of relationships though my hobby is relation
I ain't really been trickin' but ms. body's persuasive
Keep yo mind out my business, I keep yo body in labels
And I'm stuntin' once expired my movements gordo
my penn stated I ain't lying, shout out Mr. Paterno
Word up... wale
[Hook]
(DJ Khaled interrupts the hook)
Baby, you don’t have to try to read my mind
Cause I know you wanna get it in
(this the remix..)
And tell me why would we just think about
If you want it then I got it
(we da best music)
We can be body to body, body to body
I don’t mean to rush you girl
But we should be (ace hood) body to body
Body to body, body to body
[Intro]
Got work (slight work)
D-Town to the DMV
Diplo wassup
Got your girl going crazy
Drunk white bitches
(work it, wo-wo-work it, oh)
[Wale : 1st Verse]
I can do it all and it aint no problem
Ain't nobody harder than a nigga Folarin
Bitch I hard, I'm ballin' I'm globe trotting
And my flow art my nigga, I'm Mozart with it
It's all good, I do this
I turn a straight prude bitch into a nudist
Foolish I be on that new shit
And I'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with
Ain't nobody checking for your garbage
Lot of intuition I ain't even finish college
Never hit the mall and forever get it all
Any broad better layer like I'm dressing for the fall, nigga
And I'm all that, hit the passenger door
Shawty was Pinkberry sweet and I ain't lactose
I ain't tryna brag tho, I'm just know I’m that dope
Kick game Bo Jacks, my Bo Jacks Tai bo
Haha, and it ain't no problem, you race to these broads
I relay 'em, baton 'em
Bitches in here, one thou
But when you step out why the bitches run out
Double MG shit I put the set down
Rick James back, bad bitches on the couch
Ahh, wordplay, Olubowale my first name
I think I'm Koko B. Ware, you just a bird babe
I got a pair of J's, I roll a pair of J’s
We up in Diamond supply, spending that carrot cake
Let it marinate, you forever late
A million home sellers couldn't find a real estate
[Hook]
(Work it, work it)
Slight work, its light work
(Work it, work it)
The wrong drink, the right work
Slight work, light work
(Work it, work it)
The wrong drink, the right work
work, work, work, work
work, work, work, work
work, work, work, work
[Big Sean]
Bitch you ain't a boss til you cut a pay check
Only thing between me and your bitch is latex
Man, and I ain't into saving these hoes
My nigga tell me where you see a cape at
B-I, B-I bitch B-I-G
The two things I don’t need are you and my ID
I'mma need a yellow cab and a yellow bad bitch
Green faces but a nigga dodging yellow badges, wooop (sirens)
Cause I'm drunk, yeah ok
Under 25 living the f-cking life
White Amercia said I'll be doing 25 to life
And just for that, I'ma blow 25 tonight
You make 25 a year, I make 25 a night, woah
Blucka, blucka, blucka
Bitch get hit with my Ciroc Vodka choppa
(Go) takin' body shots, blocka, blocka, blocka
Probably in your girls dreams, probably in your daughter locker
Top floor like I'm out tanning
And they stole your whole delivery, now that's outlandish
I guess like good delivery, man, I'm outstanding
Car tinted, I'm in it, til like I’m out camping, goddamit
I'm one hell of a guy, looking down on a cloud, thats one hell of a high
Bitch, I gets ghost, the way she screaming Big
Niggas couldn't tell if I was dead or alive
[Hook]
[Outro]
You already know, Finally Famous in this
D-Town to the DMV,
Probably got your girl going crazy, crazy, boiii, boi, boi
From the D-Town to the DMV, I got all these bad bitches tryna get with me
From the D-Town to the DMV, I got all these bad bitches tryna get on me
We need to see ID
dmv up, roll up and kick my feet up
this shit was for a ticket
? speed up
? we know we always out
but somehow they would never see us
gold chain, shit's change, i didn't
they say ? is up your vision
but somehow it made them listen
no this ain't silver, this is my dilemma
arrogant when i finish
i came from humble beginnings
? i put my hundred percent in
i put my pot in the paper
and modify your opinion
i tried to give 'em light in a message
but you ever have some bitches p.m.s.ing
she said i'm charming and i meant it
but she was talking about my pendant
i got geechi on her, came back with thirty chains
now she attentive, i bet she listen to everything
straight geechi on her, came back with eighty chains
now them silly bitches calling me like everyday http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/08/wale-ft-rick-ross-chain-music-lyrics.html
now them broads gon' follow
(chain so big, can't pop my collar)
silly bitches gon' follow
(chain so big, can't pop my collar)
straight geechi on 'em
you talking greasy
best believe they gon' see it, darling
geechi on 'em
straight geechi on 'em
? body, see you when you being humble
look, she so stingy with vagina
but why it open when them niggas get to shining?
i was hoping you would notice where my mind at
put money in the book, i bet these bitches wouldn't find it
look, okay this chain music, fuck how them lame's do it
you change to it, your brain's been wasting those fluids
i been dope, cold nigga for sure
but where i'm from there ain't no love for no broke nigga
she seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since
pray to whoever got on the biggest of crucifix
l- lord forgive us, personality flash
and my license is suspended, so i hide it
i don't spend it, did i get y'all attention?
she can't escape the chain, shoutout to ?
shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money
spitting something real, let the people know, and still love it
shady flow: johnny cage, chain flow: johnny dame
been balling, six bottles, talk with such expensive slang
i got geechi on 'em, now they notice a nigga
so who done really change? it ain't boasting
i got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains
and now these geechi mother f-ckers all know my name
geechi on her, came back: a million chains
Tiara Thomas Ft. Wale - All Around The World Lyrics
i’ve been all around the world
came from the bottom ..for the top and i’m still climbing
say what you wanna but i’m not coming down.
i’ve been all around the world
i still got haters black tight shade shoot game blazin
baby head me down my ..
i’m on my pedestal yeah said it, f*ck whatever stead the rock
game wasn’t ..man, i’m incredible homie i’ve been ..
i’ve been murdering bars i .. big stings
simply b*tch .. what .. i ain’t even made it you’re already afraid
you already .. f*cking ..in little industry ..
just got a brain so much to say no scrabble game
and i’ve been tryin to change all the way ..got smashing ..
…your entire name your entire fame what you know about it
i take the title from you, what you won’t do about it
you’re emotional b*tch f*ck the period
you rain the .. hate me if you want you
but always remember that i’m the future of this ..
i’m the .. i’m the b*tch ..more than confident .. anybody doubt of it
… http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/06/tiara-thomas-all-around-world-lyrics.html
chorus:
i’ve been all around the world
came from the bottom ..for the top and i’m still climbing
say what you wanna but i’m not coming down.
i’ve been all around the world
i still got haters black tight shade shoot game blazin
baby head me down my ..
who got the flow …
b*tch i’m four wings i’m 2 flies
i ain’t with that .. smoking like i suppose to
flowing like i’m at poker ..never can you survive if you ever ..
i just light up the focus i just ride for the ..
i just ride for my niggas and get it b*tches
… ‘cause b*tches ain’t even women
we’ve all around the world, you’ll gonna know a lot of haters
when you know a lot of girls, i know a lot of mney
bring a lot of vouches that’s why the little moe keep the little more toasters
cool system on it playin never use it
but i ain’t try see my mama see you nigga bluish
i’ma come soon ..nigga may come sooner
got a lot of phones i’m a little .. far as lyrical position
i’m in .. looser .. niggas
so what we’re doing here f*ck as you’re doing here
i swear these b*tches .. like i’m doing here
see zero .. new .. haters .. never hate on the player, player, player
i’ve been all around the world
smoking my .. thousand dollars ..
‘cause the niggas so clean ‘cause been all around the world
straight off the block with it stepping off that chevrolet
cooking up over base, move like i’m walking with an open case
pockets … like i just cracked the safe
hear these critics talking now when i see them over face
lot of tough talk personas they ain’t really built for war
… chainsaw, i’m coming through their front door
they playing with my hustle now, trying to shake my pockets down
my … say hold your head, don’t let lames bring you down
all i hear is don’t change, don’t switch up your style
i’m sending one warning shot, then i’m taking pillage down
and them .. in the building now
… we hurting feelings now?
they say they want us underground, i’m just bringing … main stream
ain’t that what we started for? to get ourselves bout that dream
no eyes … what everybody self made
carved our own lanes, and we did it all way
blue color game all day until my flesh harden
so pardon what you might have thought the bitch’s still clear
different chefs ain’t proper, not game is …
i got that cookup, cookup, ah
i got that cookup, cookup, ah
i said believe in your dreams, we self made
but never is a …on a team
i got that cookup, cookup, ah
i got that cookup, cookup, ah
board of administration, we here to stay
cold black…enemy of the state and their will is over rated
so many mouths to feed my intuition i made it
keep say, don’t keep it a secret
shout out to … you know when i stroke i’m telling my niggers … it
check mate your jobs pay, you almost got a … diet
…you broke… pockets
school of the hard knox with some …
i go from that to … on first flight, yeah
did you believe was you a pessimist
now these bitches hit that nigger phone for some …
they … for me, they say a nigger buzzing
cause when i win it’s just free they think i’m oprah’s cousin
win free, i don’t think y’all get me
if you keep running your mouth that’s where my dick will be
keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one
only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun
i got that cookup, cookup, ah
i got that cookup, cookup, ah
i said believe in your dreams, we self made
but never is a …on a team
i got that cookup, cookup, ah
i got that cookup, cookup, ah
board of administration, we here to stay http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/06/wale-ft-stalley-black-cobain-cookup.html
to regard me as a regular god gave me the flow
in return had me accessorized
self … less important
and trying to front with the flow is like trying to front the moment
bitch my message is morbid, so my bars is fat
and the problems is little when your … is fat
… a nigger car swiping …
i ain’t tripping, niggers say that i’m pessimistic
but since … different
these hoes … these niggers bitches don’t know the difference
niggers ain’t .. got, … over patron …
…my bitch in the club, got your bitch in the telly,
that other bitch in my jac, think i’m …
and when money is plenty, lots of niggers is friendly
but i’m a grown ass man you niggers is …
i got that cookup, cookup, ah
i got that cookup, cookup, ah
i said believe in your dreams, we self made
but never is a …on a team
i got that cookup, cookup, ah
i got that cookup, cookup, ah
board of administration, we here to stay…
chorus:
i apologize, i recollect your name!
oh baby i don’t know your name!
and let me tell you that ‘em heels
really complement your frame!
look at your body baby!
uhuu, ah, and i gotta catch my plane!
say you miss me and you wishing for some private time,
girl, can we get that way?
look, another day another dollar,
she hate me when i leave, cause when i leave i never call her.
is life shit, my shit, i could call you right quick,
but if i call you ‘
and this .. that you said.. where my flight at,
if i decline then you inquire where i have spent my night’
shit! this life is overwhelming and more than hectic,
but a woman worth some anger, is certainly worth some effort.
just look closer, my life is quite deceptive,
women will sell their soul just to buy some attention.
i need something in the.. fuck that’.
and when I’m .. form off the road,
don’t ask me no questions!
fear what you don’t know!
aha! http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/wale-ft-rick-ross-jeremih-that-way.html
chorus:
i apologize, i recollect your name!
oh baby i don’t know your name!
and let me tell you that ‘em heels
really complement your frame!
look at your body baby!
uhuu, ah, and i gotta catch my plane!
say you miss me and you wishing for some private time,
girl, can we get that way?
Don’t remember how i met her,
but i know i won’t forget her,
if love hurt is fault, then i know i won’t see heaven.
she say she’s from seattle, she’s twenty and some ‘
and before i get to tia I’m sure to make her rain!
then i back up all my plan’.
we spend some time, get some wine, have some miles from’
i told her this is overrated, but i ‘, baby!
gotta get back to the.. you know we’re finally famous
.. I’m heading to some money,
.. all the rubbers in your luggage, i know I’
You’ll probably find someone, but you’ll never find another!
chorus:
i apologize, i recollect your name!
oh baby i don’t know your name!
and let me tell you that ‘em heels
really complement your frame!
look at your body baby!
uhuu, ah, and i gotta catch my plane!
say you miss me and you wishing for some private time,
girl, can we get that way?
got all my sway shoes, I’m in a great mood,’
know she’s shining bright, got all my’
she’s my billie jean, ‘, marry jane.
..vegas to l.a., brings a lot of joy,
bugatti boy that’s ‘
our fuss has used to drip,
i used to rap a’
but it was written.. for this king to exist.
pack the bags’ entrepreneurs,’
chorus:
i apologize, i recollect your name!
oh baby i don’t know your name!
and let me tell you that ‘em heels
really complement your frame!
look at your body baby!
uhuu, ah, and i gotta catch my plane!
say you miss me and you wishing for some private time,
girl, can we get that way?
Wale Ft. Meek Mill, Pill & Rick Ross - By Any Means Lyrics
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
[Meek Mill]
No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot
We chargin’ you niggas up you like it or not
Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier
Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer
Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got them
You loving the same b-tch, my whole team poppin’
My hundred dough, I’m wherever that money go
Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin’ 4
F-ck n-ggas we dont f-ck with dough
Bad b-tches never lets them know
Keep them round but never trust them, no
This 62 so comfortable
I’m a field n-gga, you a house n-gga
I’m a real n-gga and you’s a mouse n-gga
Code rat, which means you go red
But I don’t knock you I just blame it on your head
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, white in the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
[Wale]
Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
Some n-ggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them n-ggas we moving, tell them n-ggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my n-ggas sunni
They burn on every block,
Snitches aint got no heart
Shit ain’t been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don’t land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jummah
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest top
She said these n-ggas out here prayin’ she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcom Little ‘fore he converted
I’m on my dean and inshallah I’ma get her right,
On the Bible you Quran (can run) but you can’t hide
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
[Pill]
Marching for cars, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
Preaching for the paper paparazzi, federales severe rallies, massacre lives
Teaching to Shabazz that’s Malik on behind the grass
corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask’
Aint better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
Malcolm ? platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell
My religion the kitchens, papa formulas
Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze
N-ggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
It’s hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little
Knowledge Was obtained, F-ck your chains and your master n-gga
We in the field building muscle while you watch the house
And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out
Wale Ft. Meek Mill, J. Cole & Rick Ross - Fitted Cap Lyrics
beat billionaire
[rick ross]
you know i stick to the script
twenty-million dollar n---a, but i do it like this
(m-m-m-maybach music, maybach music)
[rick ross - chorus]
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (wuh!)
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (wuh!)
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
the rolls-royce, it’s all white
foamposites, the lebrons, i’m f----n’ wit’ the spikes
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
the rolls-royce, it’s all white (how can i not talk big? i got to)
foamposites (wale!), the lebrons, i’m f----n’ wit’ the spikes
wale
[wale - verse 1]
yeah, uh
ferrari mics, b---h, i’m on my car show
my chick black and white, she ain’t no dime, that b---h a concorde
11 know i’m reppin’ this, shoot and i don’t ever miss
the coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment s--t
p-r-ps is proper, couple gs when i’m shoppin’
my girls and my sbs, got a thing for pink boxes
shout out frankie the butcher, shout out mishka in brooklyn
that’s some n---a from 10.deep atl, i’m wit’ the cooker
i ain’t e’en tryin’, fool, ho, i ball like private school
you bammas like hyperstrikes, your wifey sleep outside of you
and tito’s my niggas, you know just we just need more s--t and
it’s ironic how i drop some dough when i got them homer simpsons, look
pine-green foams, they may never see the store
got lebron entourages like maverick and richie paul
b---h, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes
look at my 9s, look at my blazers, look at my 4s, cut wit’ laser
look at my whore, that is your lady, look at my flo’, makin’ y’all crazy
makin’ y’all sick, y’all cannot tame me, lexus drive me, maybach pay me
salute
[ from: http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/wale-ft-meek-mill-j-cole-rick-ross.html ]
[rick ross - chorus]
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
the rolls-royce (huh!), it’s all white (huh!)
foamposites, the lebrons, i’m f----n’ wit’ the spikes
meek mill
[meek mill]
yo
i said i’m swaggin’ out in my cool greys, no ll, but these cool js
and my wrist froze, but i’m cool sha’, like a bald head, i’m too paid
i’m too blazed, and i’m too high, george kush, the whole crew high
wrong move and that tool fly, better kon that a-s like wu-sai
it’s mmg, mob, young n---a, i been og
walk around wit’ like 10 on me, that 5-7, that fen’ on me
don’t grin on me wit’ them long stares, you ain’t god unless no fear
big money, all the hoes, hd, i came so clear
we jeweled out and we racked up, phantom big when it back up
big boy, look like a mack truck, shooters ride wit’ that mac tucked
i’m a bad boy, b---h, ask puff, simpson-rodgers, my last cup
on this s--t, i can’t stand up, country ks as i man up
this rozay, wale, gunplay, and that n---a pill
in brazil, and this s--t is real, got bad hoes and that whippet pill
one week and we get the deal, one day and i fucked the b---h
my levis, they 501, my snapback is hella bent
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
the rolls-royce (huh!), it’s all white (huh!)
foamposites, the lebrons, i’m f----n’ wit’ the spikes
[j. cole]
fresh-a-s n---a, no wonder why them hoes be open
that’s that n---a, so what’d i say? they okey-dokin’
how you figga? you f----n’ wit’ me? i hope he jokin’
i’m witcha girl, you home alone, b---h you macauley culkin
i’m oviedosin’, ay, homie, kobe smokin’
then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion
i’m slowly roastin’, heatin’ up, so you know we toastin’
f--k hoes wit’ no emotion, fade away like kobe postin’
out in sweden, like ain’t s--t that you can’t tell us
lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous
‘cause uh, they had them js, and my mama wouldn’t cop ‘em
can you blame her? hundred dollars for them b-----s wann’t a option
now we livin’ much better, n---a, pay whatever
rock them b-----s once then forgot about ‘em forever
my kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers
you just need to know i’m comin’, i’ll kill you niggas this summer
cole
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap
the rolls-royce, it’s all white
foamposites, the lebrons, i’m f----n’ wit’ the spikes
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
my jordans high-top, snapback fitted cap (woo!)
the rolls-royce (huh!), it’s all white (huh!)
foamposites, the lebrons, i’m f----n’ wit’ the spikes
m-m-m-maybach music
3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money
straight flights
[Rick Ross]
I live by the cold war
drove from round the globe
all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove
general electric, perfected, cooking them O’s
no more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves
hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these n-ggas
standing flat footed, I’m on my toes
froze, pandemonium overdose
paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf
preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff
playing for keeps I buss in ‘em ‘fore she get off
I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
welcome to organised crime
money got me excited, I’m coming four or five times
the ’45 for you n-ggas with 9 lives
Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive
black Chevy Tahoe’s, Hatians up out the ?
my place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
Feds get involved, I’m slipping off in the synagogue
issue you your warrant, informant, bitch I’ve been a boss
counting money stacks, your’s counter-fitted
I made my money back, when your accountant didn’t
went against the odds, its only one Rozay
my n-gga OKAY
[ from: http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/meek-mill-feat-rick-ross-wale.html ]
[Chorus]
I got a penny in my pocket
million in the trunk
started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front
step out on the block all the bitches they still in shock
get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
we the number 1 n-ggas your bitch notice it
[Meek Mill - Verse 2]
Million ways to make this money, you gon get it
on the grind 24/7 I’m with it
YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
jumping out the Phantom like a muthaf-cking midget
money knocking at the front door I’m like “who is it?”
it’s Benjy, tell my lil n-gga “goin get it”
cause I’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I’m spend it
I’m like one’s for the money, two’s for the show of it
three’s for the bitches that be f-cking for the hoe of it
four for my n-ggas that be stacking and then blowing it
you would think I had a curfew the way I’m going in
look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium
papi got them keys in, he like my custodian
I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodian
I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it
We’s part the reason that them Churches got some services
the morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering
n-gga called my phone talking reckless I aint heard of it
f-ck ya girl, give her back I’m courteous
I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki
and be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning
catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris
from Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all
wanna f-ck em all
had my n-ggas down so I’m screaming f-ck the law
monday night wrestling, I’m so f-cking raw
she gon wipe me down, I’m gon brush her off
I’m way harder than the concrete
I say what my mind speak
word to the homies Ross I can get that 9 Piece
for the low that 9 cheap
call me if you want it, haters see me
and I’m staying got ‘em sick to they stomach
[Chorus]
[Wale]
Whole time, see that fly sh-t I’ve been on
all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
thats game b-tch aint sh-t
nudies? and some J six
where I’m from it’s cold
and n-ggas get at you like handkerchiefs
God bless you unless you was disrespectful
Bitches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you
they say I’m special as Devin Hester on fourth down
so all that sh-t you n-ggas kicking with worried about
catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
flyest n-ggas out here, period no maxi-pad
bitch I got a right to brag
bitch I got a right to boast
presidential suite and bitch
and I never use my right to vote
my vision enormous, my bitch’s is gorgeous
and I am dead serious, bitch I spit with embalming
shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad
that boa shit we get paid with death over dishonor
I’m known as Obama’s don’t I know no-one in congress
these bitches love me all the way, u got sorta’s and kinda’s
sort of remind you, why you don’t call no vagina
lets give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires
quietly becoming a top ten
you dreamed of getting cream, best believe I’m John Deere
?, earth tones in the winter
Purp rolled in a rillow
I am on my John Lithgow
Out of this 3rd Rock, n-gga it it out
I am on my Tom Brady y’all n-ggas is Eric Crouch
what the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier f-ck yourself
I can see your album coming
that shits like a sucker punch
here for breakfast, f-ck for lunch
dinner time she bring a friend
write my sh-t so vicious
y’all are like snitches you can’t see the pen
always on some new sh-t CNN
sh-ttin on these n-ggas like I need a pen
Wale ft. Meek Mill, Pill & Rick Ross By Any Means Lyrics
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
[Meek Mill]
No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot
We chargin’ you niggas up you like it or not
Drop the work off the scale, throw some ice in the pot
Then let that Arm & Hammer, hammer it right to a lot
Tryna whip a Rollie or Cartier
Shout out to this Pyrex, that bought this Audemeer
Oops I meant Audemar, my whole team got them
You loving the same b-tch, my whole team poppin’
My hundred dough, I’m wherever that money go
Glock 9 in my underclothes, you cop two of them, we frontin’ 4
F-ck n-ggas we dont f-ck with dough
Bad b-tches never lets them know
Keep them round but never trust them, no
This 62 so comfortable
I’m a field n-gga, you a house n-gga
I’m a real n-gga and you’s a mouse n-gga
Code red, which means you go red
But I don’t knock you I just blame it on your head
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
Pork on the fork, widen the pot
By any means if you like it or not
Malcom X, by any means
Many 14 stuffed in my denim jeans
As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
Whatever your religion, kiss the ring on the Don
Real n-gga, street certified, hit the streets whip cost 335
[ from: http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/05/wale-ft-meek-mill-pill-rick-ross-by-any.html ]
[Wale]
Malcom X get your hand out my pocket
Some n-ggas walking with death guess they ran out of options
Tell them n-ggas we moving, tell them n-ggas to do it
I swear we going ham, throw some, my n-ggas sew me
They burn on every block,
Snitches aint got no heart
Shit ain’t been the same since Ronald Reagan helped Plymouth rock
And we don’t land on it Mr. Reagan,
But this gonna make us rich Mr. Reagan
Now As-Salamu Alaykum Wa alaikum as salaam
She near that every Friday and then go to Jamal
Let her play with the box, she give the greatest top
She said these n-ggas out here prayin’ she makes a lot, word
How they say that we not fly, how they say that we not working
They just need convincing like Malcom Little ‘fore he converted
I’m on my ? I’ma get her right
On the Bible you can run but you can’t hide
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
[Pill]
Marching for cars, they put a hole in it
Start the applause, a rebel soul lifted
Preaching for the paper paparazzi, federales severe rallies, massacre lives
Teaching to Shabazz that’s Malik on behind the grass
corruption over cash, leave them leaking in the cask’
Aint better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells
Malcolm ? platinum in Africa when he sat in a cell
My religion the kitchens, papa formulas
Benjamins to make sure my pockets abnormal
My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze
N-ggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed
It’s hard when starving Marcus Garvey messed with Malcolm Little
Knowledge Was obtained, F-ck your chains and your master n-gga
We in the field building muscle while you watch the house
And dusting off the porcelain and open when their cock is out
[Wale]
Ok I’m Wale but you can call me nada
My momma old G which makes me a Don Dada
my momma say im akata (nigerian word for american),
cuz my head look like shata (nigerian word for dread head)
The feds like to follow cause my bread like to knot up
So roll up the Marley, my eyes all low up in this party
I’m looking for an ethi-somoli here beside me
Beside that,Louie where my eyes at
Prada where my feets at
you aint gon find that
Ask me where my mind at
you could never find out
Ridin’ out, 9-5 haters in my hindsight.
More About Nothing
muthaf-cker better download
They’ont stock sneakers, see my deals on the downlow
Keep em in the closet MJ Noami
I don’t need no friends, let the ganja console me
My broad is a trophy
Broads out Moco broads out Southeast
Killer stay uptown, Louden VA tree
Never give my heart to hoes that want my play sh-t
Chrome they are sewn, roam like it aint nothing
Yea that was nothin, but look what I made from it
Carmelo straight stuntin
purple label 8 hundred
I bet I get the fall Rose had this summer
Real n-gga sh-t
ATL was sippin them
Magic city sippin them
Gucci bucket cover my dreads, I think I ’m Gilligan
I don’t really mess with the feds, I’m a militant
If they not talking no bread than we aint listening
Straight Lane Kiffen them
We aint playing for rings and that trophy I mention before, I let em keep
Reggie Bush Im murking my Kardashian (car dash in)
Might as well crash and pass it to Miles Austin
Thats how I’m going, hoes want but now I’m on
A couple poems a couple songs and now its on
And these woman is loving the way that I perform
I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb
Shout out my n-gga miles
They stop the whole game everytime I come around
And me and them rappers we don’t share no common ground
I’ma a sphere they are squares
They can’t even come around
I aint finished yet, I aint finished yet
Bitches love me out Houston like spinach dip
Get it?
I got that cold flow, Winnepeg, this is work
I am in a different World, Winnefred
Jalisa all black Caprices,
Bumpin So Far Gone, goin on polices
And me and my broads n Jamal and Latika
So everytime I treat em, the mall gotta re-up
And ya’ll gotta relax talking bout that he wack
Or they be reminscing over you? Word to P-Rock
Ridin’ in a CL, hope I never see jail
And even if I do I know my momma gon be well
Emmelola (mother’s name) love her more than she know it
The youngest outta two, see Oboluwale’s (real name) grown up
When they hate, I never give a whole f-ck, or half sh-t
Purple haze, purple Half- Cents
I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents.
I have sins so my pants never had lent (lint)
Now I’m getting it everything lavish.
I’m ballin LeBron, lil poncho is Maverick(s)
Ravishing, Rick Rude of rappin you bastards
And I just want to hold her
she all that I can handle
(Wale)
I promised Ricky and Milly that I’ma kill it
Running throughout them digits, and Dollars on me I’m on it
I’m running I’m so 100 with every nigga I run with
Tell them niggas we coming, we f-cking it up this summer
(Meek Mill)
And I’m stunting like it ain’t nothing, most of these niggas fronting
I pull this Rolly from Travi, and I got this Beamer from nothing
If they ain’t talking bout paper, just tell them end of discussion
And now that I’m getting money, my neighbors turn to my cousins
(Wale)
Gold bottles, lot of bitches
Didn’t think I’m sorry I’m such a shallow nigga
The mind on me just shine on them, you shadow women
Went out with rats you niggas should be in glass slippers
(Meek Mill)
Ha, and I don’t ever ask the price on it
Married to the money hater, throw some rice on it
I told my jeweler get my Mueller, throw some mimes on it
I treat that p-ssy like its Tina, I go Ike on it
Beat it up, I’m getting heated up
When I say I’m high, I ain’t talking weed it up
(Wale)
Bitch I’m talking G5, Titobero ?, ? out
Beaters on my sneakers, even though I never be with Dex
B and me, train hi up
(Meek Mill)
He lying I’m on papers
But when I beat this shit off, ima go and buy some Lakers
Yea I’m talking bout that Cali kush, We can work in ?
Two bad bitches in the back, they prettier than ratty look
(Wale)
Bitch I’m hot as Wasabi in Abu Dhabi
In a sauna with some models, we treat them like ?
I ain’t thugging, I ain’t robbing, I’m puffing on my broccoli
Doing 100 in a bucket, be like 20 in a ‘rari
[ lyrics from http://rapsonglyrics.blogspot.com/2011/04/meek-mill-feat-wale-100-hunnit.html ]
(Meek Mill)
And I’m back on this shit again, Pressie blue like Michigan
I put on for my city I should ball with Vick and them
When I get my D12 I’ma be a Sixer then
Riding round with Looney and your sister and your sister’s friend
(Wale)
Hold up
Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again
Trying to shit the niggas is like giving children ritalin
? sitting in the front, see you in a minute yo
And them haters went away as soon as I left Interscope
(Meek Mill)
Big money, I’m talking bad hoes
You niggas full of shit, f-cking assholes
I’m in this presidential suite, I’m in my bathrobe
Counting 100 grand I put it from my last show
Shitting on them, something I ain’t mean to do
These hoes do anything, our wish is like a genie do
A nigga by a point, here take the nina too
I get a chick to come and serve you like Serena do
(Wale)
I think its genius when Lena do you in a group
Stunting, I’m in the sixth, I call that shit middle school
High as shit, I’m in a booth
Never nag them, ima choose
And I don’t gotta front, I play these niggas like I wish ‘em to
This is where the Wizards play, this is where them bitches play
Weed a have you falling, and now you scraping up that ? shape
The day a hater treat a nigga like he fake,
Tthat be the day his label treat him like a ?
(Meek Mill)
And I’m balling bitch, I’m balling bitch
Me Wale, so hard, this shit
Get your money budget back, fire all your artists-ess
We be burning everything, they label us as arsonists
Defy the middle of the track, in 106 and Park in here
Destinies fulfilled off the filling from the pillow talking
How you killing my … I hope you built the coffin
I got virgin learns please excuse the coughing
Think I’m bout to blow, they call me George … Boston
Respect is never given so I confiscate it
Get acquainted with mine I get them acclamation
…red dice I’m a gambling man I’m never taking twice
Had to escape the life
This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers
I’m trying to be like The Beatles,
Give me some soul money, niggers is gassed up
Tell them to keep it running, I’m keeping the grass cut
No snakes, royalty hating niggers don’t get no pussy
So it’s more for me, she invited me in her mouth
You know it’s … we throwin’ racks, she said please don’t talk to me
All my niggers is winning, shout out to Charlie Sheen
I spit bars…money machine
A money machine, of course I’m trying to be the king that was part of my dream
… late on me, f-ck ya, so we f-ck ya, we don’t love ya
… patron at 4 am, f-ck the last call
The way your heard of that, the way yo heard of all
Hard listen me …for when the … they judge us
Dark side of town, baby mama blues,
When dramas and … niggers and drama consume
All … you ask boys, while you knock that b-tch up
You can’t … out boy
I’m a … my opinion is my …
I’m in forever, these ever niggers … and pencil
Got … colors, only loco they’re buzzing
I’m at Dallas with luggage flash straight to the money
And yo all understand my … my colocvial’s lovely
Saw they quote me and love my like I’m a poet or something
How I kick it I … like … or something
Shady b-tches … is disgust me
Make the least of you haters, make the most of your money
Hard … consistence drop long as your motor’s running
I used to heat on mama house by opening her oven
Now mama see that shit on Oprah and know that it is coming
That’s real shit, it’s … rap, my nigger Cole busy, but … is back
I light a … tell them sip of my …thinking of rap
They weren’t thinking of rough, they were giving a f-ck
Now everywhere I go they be giving it up
I seen it all… quarter
They had that rocking like a … know that
Shout out to captain … and free my nigger Ricky
We always … for polo, we miss you little Penny
We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies
Now in the kingdom … where this mess in is
Where bad b-tches with bad intentions just act really
This way they love you then they hate you going …
Yeah, going … they like you then they hate you, going …
Going … sweeter and the simpler
Who got the juice nigger ?
… nigger, work, work, work, work, work.
