Kurupt Ft. RBX - Money (Do It For Me) Lyrics

These Money (Do It For Me) Lyrics are performed by Kurupt feat RBX. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Kurupt Ft. RBX - Money (Do It For Me) Lyrics

brand new airmax is the start, gucci and louie from my belt to clothes
i change with the times moving up
i still can’t find no one to trust
nicky on tv with madona, sending out a message to you premadonas
and everybody that thought nicki was whack, is eating those words watching nicki stack
roaming through the neighborhood feeling grand
this week i smoked about a million grams
everything is new, life is too, i just bought a new house, what about you?
just got a new whip, what about you
just took a new trip to istanbul
i solve equations difficult as rubic’s cube
just keep your eyes open for the evening news
this ain’t dr. dre nigga, just x cube

this my life, this one’s mine
this one time, i’ma do it for the

no more indoor gin and juice, patron sirock ace and goose
kush on the plate a little yay to boose
everyday l.a. ways loose, living like a millionaire driving them crazy
billionaire mind set, i learned it brom baby
gotta use the mind, frame the rider …
model bitches have the powder ratchet as fuck
got the model bitches itching to get ratchet as fuck
classic, passing passes, asking to fuck
flowing … when i have my epiphany, a half full …
walking on chinchilla rugs, villa in greece
mic with assets, 100 tickets at least, my nigga

this my life, this one’s mine
this one time, i’ma do it for the bentleys, bmw’s, maybachs, rovers
don’t stand behind i may back over you
classic banger, classic bach, beethoven
rock james hover, pac, game over
wizardry in this industry, my century hold by the days that confuse
i break the industry rules like fuck it
this my time, for my life
this one i do it for the love of money
money, a small piece of paper
do it for the love of music
music, music to get the money
do it for the love of bitches
and bitches want the money
i’ma do it for me
and that’s what we’re fighting for, the money
fuck money! oh, music! bitches
i’ma do it for me, baby, baby, yeah, yeah
money, oh, bitches, music,
fuck baby, baby, yeah

and there you have it, so down on the block
what would you do to get your money
and does it matter, money, music and bitches
cycle is vicious, hahahaha, a hahahaha
but it’s all done for the small piece of paper
that …wait, and hate, as an almighty dollar, money
fuck money! oh, music! bitches
baby, baby, yeah, yeah.

Money (Do It For Me) Lyrics & Video by Kurupt featuring RBX

Reks - Devils Clutches Lyrics

These Devils Clutches Lyrics are performed by Reks. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Reks - Devils Clutches Lyrics

me and a, used to kick it, first floor in the lobby i
tossing the boulders till my mom called
see you tomorrow, see in the law we was all we got
heard a nigga got shot, for double cross claws flipping the raw
i never saw me an a ending that way
thought we was poor, had it all upstairs
feeling prepared for future endeavors
2 of them brothers, mulla and cedar
and after dark weather, we remained together
a sabotage who’s never ever been questioned
but once them sands get us a law of …
give us a minor scent we ignore the 5 percent older
had my content, forever, to chase benjamin faith
any mean dream, triple bean scheme
ski mask a thief fiend, the chain, the cash register is ding
entice, the way you like, found a 10 pound box, pay the price

[hook] x 2
he didn’t listen, he’d be working while i’m telling this stuff
father forgive me for the sin i’m about to commit, it’s the world that i live in
fucking with them niggas from that fake, true to hate you

high-school’s a different school yo, a a different dude dog
handshakes become what’s up with you nods
nods become blank stares, i fear, somebody’s in his gears
a went from dirt poor to fresh designer wares, ah
my nigga’s tripping, pull him aside, look in the eyes to catch a glimpse and
nothing close to recognition, i sense distance
different that the day, used to play, hide and seek
now seek and hides, he disguise the nigga i
used to know, choose to blow, over code, we agreed to appow
saw your brothers in the cuffs, yo,
you ain’t have to sell, sell your soul, trap a cell,
sells the cold, hell as hot, heaven knows, been to palm rose
once or twice, roll the dice, play the cards, win a 4
10 below, tryina put more than a loaf on the stove
drove a nigga to the street, frozen moments on the beat
til they lay me down to sleep

[hook] x2
he didn’t listen, he’d be working while i’m telling this stuff
father forgive me for the sin i’m about to commit, it’s the world that i live in
fucking with them niggas from that fake, true to hate you

from elementary homie to he don’t even know me
be in the same room, not even the peace …hold the peace kobe
look in his eyes belly the beast hold me
streets control me, so he written on his grill still
wish i could of made him chill, only for a still moment
for he got the willpower to kill shawty
yeah do called her a bitch and shit
got out of line, but if you wouldn’t have left the play
through the mitts, avoid time
ain’t no rewinding or going back to tossing the bomb
no mamas call see you tomorrow, the warning sign
could have read him, could have fed him, some of the thoughts are mine
this blocks, all seeing the leader the blunt the blunt beat enough
reading the rights yeah, only rights to cuffs
or in the prime box, dust to dust
as you puff puff pass, or pour glass
in memory of those who passed
i think of a at last

[hook] x 2
he didn’t listen, he’d be working while i’m telling this stuff
father forgive me for the sin i’m about to commit, it’s the world that i live in
fucking with them niggas from that fake, true to hate you
father forgive me for the sin i’m about to commit.

Devils Clutches Lyrics & Video by Reks

Ryan Leslie - Glory Lyrics

These Glory Lyrics are performed by Ryan Leslie. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

Ryan Leslie Lyrics - Glory

listen, they tried to put me in a box, the urban dude.
i'm mr. festivals, coachella, bonaru
they never really understood what i was trying to do,
and had me feeling miles davis kinda blue
i flipped the switch and put the rock star in my show,
went overseas and had 'em cop cars whipping slow
they're looking for me i was bad with a black band
eating everybody in the game, pacman
the only issue is not a game,
i've got these kids looking at me, saying "what a shame!
he's so underrated, he should have sold more
should've had a number one record with his own tour.
look at his live show, look how we touch 'em keys,
look how 'em girls scream when he fall to his knees!
look how he pour his heart out when he tell his story."
i guess i had to spill my guts so i could get my glory!

listen,
have you ever even seen such determination?
despite it all, i'm still a theme for the adulation.
everything i ever wrote i did it form the heart
never had a top ten but you still respect my art.
i'm in the club and they still send me free bottles,
still push that g-55 with a super model.
it's my reality, this ain't no show, brother
go check my girl on the february vogue cover
and catch me whipping through the city in that silver jeep
kids screaming "oh, that's ryan leslie," yeah, they know it's me
i'm not ashamed at all, in fact i love my story,
no matter what it takes oh i'ma keep my glory!

sh-t!
the glory, give it to me!
oh, oh!
i get it
the glory, give it to me!
yeah

you asked me why i'm rapping,
well i give you the reason,
the same reason you're hating when you should be believing
it's in your heart to hate, it's in my heart to win,
so yeah, i'm rapping now, let the hating begin!
i write my own records, write my own checks,
wonder which hotel and which city i'm calling home next!
one thing i know for sure, one thing that's mandatory,
i owe it all to god, i give him all the glory!

sh-t!
the glory, give it to me!
oh, oh! (x3)
i'mma get my glory,
give it to me! (x2)

Glory Lyrics & Video by Ryan Leslie

Rihanna - Diamonds Lyrics and Video

These Diamonds Lyrics are performed by Barbadian pop/R&B singer Rihanna. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Rihanna Lyrics - Diamonds

Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond

Find light in the beautiful sea
I choose to be happy
You and I, you and I
We’re like diamonds in the sky

You’re a shooting star I see
A vision of ecstasy
When you hold me, I’m alive
We’re like diamonds in the sky

I knew that we’d become one right away
Oh, right away
At first sight I left the energy of sun rays
I saw the life inside your eyes

So shine bright, tonight you and I
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky
Eye to eye, so alive
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky

Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond
Shining bright like a diamond
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky

Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond
Shining bright like a diamond
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky

Palms rise to the universe
As we moonshine and molly
Feel the warmth, we’ll never die
We’re like diamonds in the sky

You’re a shooting star I see
A vision of ecstasy
When you hold me, I’m alive
We’re like diamonds in the sky

At first sight I felt the energy of sun rays
I saw the life inside your eyes

So shine bright, tonight you and I
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky
Eye to eye, so alive
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky

Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond
Shining bright like a diamond
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky

Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond
Shining bright like a diamond
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky

Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond

So shine bright, tonight you and I
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky
Eye to eye, so alive
We’re beautiful like diamonds in the sky

Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond
Shine bright like a diamond

Diamonds Lyrics Video by Rihanna

Rick Ross Ft. Lil Wayne - Burn Lyrics

These Burn Lyrics are performed by Rick Ross feat Lil Wayne. Get the song lyrics and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Rick Ross Ft. Lil Wayne - Burn Lyrics

aye boy, where you at?
nigga you a dead man if you stay right there my nigga
it’s gonna be a heavy flick coming that way my nigga
trust me my nigga
them people coming and they coming with them drums nigga
get the fuck outta there my nigga
save yourself my nigga
this shit getting real tricky out here on these streets
i told you first my nigga
it’s problems over there, get the fuck around now

if it ain’t about dreams and nightmares nigga it ain’t about nothing
october 30
meek millie what it do?
philly what it do?
so god forgives, you on the road to platinum nigga

sitting on some cali weed, i think it’s time to burn
pull up in some shit, to put it in dro you gotta learn
cocaine cowboys, you better wait your turn
michael’s on leon money, come and get it on the curve
these nigga wanna hate, that’s why they get what they deserve
we only dealin what we have, livin and we learn
no more j’s on the porch, days that we were poor
amazed by mama boy, bumpin maze in the porsche
bulletproof vest suburban, they hatin you when you earn it
bitches be rollin in it, they say i’m so photogenic
every night is a feast, niggas be having beef
i teach me a young boy, call him my chief keef
truders be with extort, go to war over jordans
but you know i’m in these, kidnappin over them keys
but you know i’m in these, kidnappin over them keys

niggas wanna try , what they gonna say?
i hit the pedal til that motherfucker break
celebrate, freaky bitches loving money i make
and to live like this you motherfuckers gotta pay

so let that shit burn (burn!)
let that shit burn (burn!)
i’mma let that shit burn
let that shit burn (burn!)
the roof on fire, i’m only getting higher
50 racks all in my pocket, hold no bottles
i’mma let that shit burn
let that shit burn (burn!)
i’mma let that shit burn
let that shit burn (burn!)
the roof on fire, i’m only getting higher
50 racks all in my pocket, hold no bottles

hammer on the dresser, work on the stove
i'm sitting on the counter blowing purp out my nose
red bone naked, in the bed flexin'
i say bitch i ain't impressed you must of got the wrong impression
i ain't with the bs, i'm flyer than pf
man, we living in hell like a deep breath
real niggas with real money, real bitches with fake asses
if she don't wanna fuck i get on my skateboard and i skate passed her
money on the table, guns on the table
bitch i'm on that syrup tell that ho leggo my eggo
and my girlfriend is a choppa, i finger fuck that ho
hello i am tunechi: you had me at hello
drop top maybach, clean like ajax
man i don't fuck with none of you niggas like rednecks
we got that work so come and get if we dont know you, you pay tax
i put a hole in your apple what that is apple jacks, uh
pussy nigga i'll murder you then dance at your funeral
blood i'll have a nigga drinking his own blood communion
wake up like bone thugs i'll call your bluff pick the phone up
her titties fake but they look real cubic: zirconia's
run up in your house spare the kids and kill the grown ups
your bitch call me when she hot: krispy kreme donuts
shoutout to my new hoes, shoutout to my old hoes
i still wear that ass out like a wardrobe
bitch, what they gonna say?
still eating rappers on my fucking lunch break
bad yellow bitch with a tongue like a snake
i let her suck my dick then i fuck her to some drake

and then i let that kush burn let that kush burn
yeah i let that kush burn
smoking gasoline bitch
the booth on fire i'm in here getting higher
young money bitch we at the top like barbwire

chained all vf, i ain’t with the bf
catch me in the city ridin hard through the bf
skinny nigga but i do it large like a 3f
the last nigga try it..

Burn Lyrics Video by Rick Ross Ft. Lil Wayne

Rick Ross Ft. 2 Chainz - Birthday Lyrics

These Birthday Lyrics are performed by Rick Ross feat 2 Chainz. Get the song lyrics and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Rick Ross Ft. 2 Chainz - Birthday Lyrics

god forgives, i don’t
gold, mmg tour
leave the money on the scale
how real is that?

it’s been minutes since i’ve been to church
so i’m 27, can i spit a verse?
praying on the week, i should send some flowers
i’m laying in the sheets, i’m well endowed
tryna get the money steve forbes got
i’m slowly climbing up, delete your spot
net worth nigga, hoes love to google me
heavy jewelry, swimming trunks on the corner piece
condo on park ave, the mansion in boca
20 bedroom, my shipment get in oprah’s
dreams and nightmares, yea i’m still having those
side effects but niggas living like animals
tequila cupcake for a kingpin
black bar mitzvah, niggas ain’t seen shit
obama fund raiser, all dope boys
blow your candle out, so on and so forth
boys in the hood, nigga game ain’t changed
hard to make love wearing 8 chains
death to my enemies, tattoo all in my memories
use the project grounds for my assemblies
i respect the tenant, don’t step on my tennis
follow chain of command come play my lieutenant

they ask me what i do and who i do it for
and how i come up with the shit up in the studio
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho
when i die bury me inside the gucci store
when i die bury me inside the louis store
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho

she got a big booty so i call him big booty
west movie, couldn’t get into it
i’m in the kitchen, yea i’m’s everywhere
jamaya juice, i got bands everywhere
you the realest nigga breathin if i hold my breath
referee with a whistle, hold his tat
extendo clip (extendo clip)
extendo roll (extendo roll)
when your girl lead mission at your house alone
hell we killin, goin on a chopathon
see i don’t have my balls in pakistan
dope bomb, joe bomb and i peel bomb
see nigga i’ve been balling you in real kong
when i die bury me inside the jewelry store
when i die bury me inside the jewelry store
true to my religion, to everything i’m too different
so when i die bury me next to 2 bitches

they ask me what i do and who i do it for
and how i come up with the shit up in the studio
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho
when i die bury me inside the gucci store
when i die bury me inside the louis store
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho

ahhh easy easy how you do it hah
it’s my birthday, i deserve to be greedy hah
she holding out, she ain’t give it to the needy hah
you go down stairs and fall asleep with your tv on
drop in the other 10 years, you deserve a ménage
specially if you put that bmw in er garage
specially if you made a couple beemers on her mama crib
went to her niece’s graduation, man i hate those kids
last birthday she got you a new sweater
put it on, give her a kiss and tell er do better
she said how bout i get you jewelry from the west in?
how bout she hit he west in and get a best friend?
i’m jokin, i’m just serious, i asked er
don’t be actin like no actress
if we preach it then we practice
don’t be reachin, don’t be touchin shit
we in kanye west benz cuz our wheel turn you back, you a pedestrian

they ask me what i do and who i do it for
and how i come up with the shit up in the studio
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho
when i die bury me inside the gucci store
when i die bury me inside the louis store
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho

it’s your birthday, it’s your birthday
bad bitch contest, you win first place
you win first place, you win first place
bad bitch contest, you win first place

i show up with a check to your work place
then hand he valet the keys to the merces
tell the dj play your song, this should come up uh
when i’m seein from the back i can’t front er on
they ask me what i do and who i do it for
when i die bury me inside the booty blub
get it good, get it good, get it get it good
i might switch it up and get your girl

they ask me what i do and who i do it for
and how i come up with the shit up in the studio
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho
when i die bury me inside the gucci store
when i die bury me inside the louis store
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho
all i want for my birthday is a big booty ho

deucy yay
we like snoop and dre
and this your birthday baby
you deserve a coup that drag

you win first place, you win first place
bad bitch contest, you win first place

Birthday Lyrics Video by Rick Ross Ft. 2 Chainz

Rick Ross Ft. Drake & Lil Reese - Us (Remix) Lyrics

These Us (Remix) Lyrics are performed by Rick Ross feat Drake & Lil Reese. Get the song lyrics and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Rick Ross Ft. Drake & Lil Reese - Us (Remix) Lyrics

at the the top it's just us niggas
but i don't really trust niggas
otf it's just us nigga
but i don't really trust niggas
gbe we don't fuck with niggas
at the top where you see us nigga
since a youngin bitch we been them niggas
since a youngin bitch we been them niggas

michael jackson got them things just like thrilla
two don’t make that clean, smoking on killa
you a stranger talkin and i don’t feel it
if i don’t know your mama, i’mma make em feel it
heavy armor, all you know i wanna shine
bitch i need it all, each and every dime
photos taken, photo maybach, i know you hatin
skatin with women from stanton island, my flow so flagrant
we the realest, pistol concealed, my percentage
higher than yours, cash money – i see no limits
poured up my henny then i drop trilla
ex-dope dealer worth 8 figures

at the the top it's just us niggas
but i don't really trust niggas
otf it's just us nigga
but i don't really trust niggas
gbe we don't fuck with niggas
at the top where you see us nigga
since a youngin bitch we been them niggas
since a youngin bitch we been them niggas

just got back from turks and cake, those hoes are at the villa
only nigga making albums with no fucking filla
new deal on the table look like bob, like tim miller
shout my lawyer man, here come track killer
you know 3-05 ripley, that’s my fuckin nigga
did this shit right here for braka, plain styles and gylla
did this shit right here for reese’s soul’s afraid of dirt
you let dreezy get a verse, you go get this work
at the the top it's just us nigga
that’s why i don't really trust niggas
see my family and the money is a must nigga
all the fame and all the pussy’s just a plus nigga

at the the top it's just us niggas
but i don't really trust niggas
otf it's just us nigga
but i don't really trust niggas
gbe we don't fuck with niggas
at the top where you see us nigga
since a youngin bitch we been them niggas
since a youngin bitch we been them niggas

since a youngin bitch we been them niggas
a small circle with no new niggas
because i dont really trust niggas
gbe it's just us nigga
and she just wanna fuck with us
so much kush keep me stuck nigga
in other words high as fuck nigga
life's a movie i’m a priceless picture
400 for the belt nigga
right or wrong you'll get left nigga
for that bag you'll get left nigga
for my niggas you'll get left nigga

at the the top it's just us niggas
but i don't really trust niggas
otf it's just us nigga
but i don't really trust niggas
gbe we don't fuck with niggas
at the top where you see us nigga
since a youngin bitch we been them niggas
since a youngin bitch we been them niggas

i love this beat
oh man, my feeling gone bad
i pay for pussy, oh man she gotta be bad
she fuck with me, that bitch know i’m bout to buy them bags
beef with me, fuck boy bout to go at me
i woke up cal money making 34
type of money she fuck me, she gotta fuck er soft
them other boys were known for letting niggas starve
we eatin good, not my 40 wing stops
my new home looks like it’s acapela
my new bitch looks like she in them 4’s
my new wash look like i had a stove
barry white told me i’m gold, god forgives, i don’t
me and drizzy like the peedles nigga
same one, satin wood and on the beat em niggas
we let em stare but we don’t see them niggas
we don’t see them niggas

at the the top it's just us niggas
but i don't really trust niggas
otf it's just us nigga
but i don't really trust niggas
gbe we don't fuck with niggas
at the top where you see us nigga
since a youngin bitch we been them niggas
since a youngin bitch we been them niggas

Us (Remix) Lyrics video by Rick Ross Ft. Drake & Lil Reese

Rick Ross Ft. Rockie Fresh - Mercy Lyrics

These Mercy Lyrics are performed by Rick Ross feat Rockie Fresh. Get the song lyrics and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Rick Ross Ft. Rockie Fresh Lyrics - Mercy

[bridge:]
it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
believe! believe!

[hook x4]
lamborghini mercy
your chick she so thirsty
i’m in that two seat lambo
with your girl she tryna jerk me

i’m rocking, barely walking the valley of death
fucker on cost a lambo, you niggas in debt
i ain’t want to fuck your girl, i just wanted a fresh
after big, puff told me i was the best
still is that drop nigga
cocaine, siroc nigga
pull up on that yacht nigga
detectors know i’m hot nigga
hostile, mob style, rough childs
trench coat, half cal, my dick hang to my caf now
real nigga, i woke up with a kilo
real bitch, keep kissing on my pee hole
paid in full, bitch i think i’m rico
it’s rosay, i sold food like c lo

[hook x2]
lamborghini mercy
your chick she so thirsty
i’m in that two seat lambo
with your girl she tryna jerk me

[bridge:]
it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
believe! believe!

i’m in that lamborghini drop top
gunning for the top spot
gold rollie, my watch froze
you would think the clock stopped
countin hella 20’s, get into my dreams
ballin with my niggas
your girl gon fuck the team
now i been off that jameson so i might need her name again
i came to win, she’s just tryna kick it like it’s 40-10
give it as she gon run it back
her legs spread like a jumping jack
her other man, he hella whack
and he don’t stack it like rockie stacks
seen more clothes than a laundry man
more whips than cunta bag
like racism, i’mma be around
cigar niggas get used to that

[hook x2]
lamborghini mercy
your chick she so thirsty
i’m in that two seat lambo
with your girl she tryna jerk me

[bridge x2]
it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
believe! believe!

let the suicide doors up
i do suicides on the tour bus
i do suicides on the private jet
you know what that mean, i’m fly to death
i step in death jam building like i’m the shit
tell em give me 50 million and i’mma quit
most rappers taste level ain’t at my waist level
turn up the bass til it’s up in your face level
don’t do no press but i get the most press key
plus you’re my bitch, make your bitch look like precious
talk about mary, she gon off that molly
navajo party, it’s melted like dali
now everybody is moving their body
don’t sell me apartment, i move in the lobby
niggas is loadin just to feel important
you gon see lawyers and niggas and jordans

now catch up to my campaign
coupe the color of mayonnaise
i’m drunk and high at the same time
drinkin’ champagne on the airplane
spit rounds like the gun range
beat it up like rampage
100 bands, cut ya girl now your girl need a bandaid
grade a, a1, chain the color of akon
black diamonds backpack around me
cosigned by louis vuitton
horse power, horse power
all this polo on i got horse power
pound of this cost 4 thousand
i make it rain, she want more showers
rain pourin’, all my cars is foreign
all my broads is foreign, money tall like jordan

[hook x2]
lamborghini mercy
your chick she so thirsty
i’m in that two seat lambo
with your girl she tryna jerk me

[bridge x2]
it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
it is a weeping, and a moaning, and a gnashing of teeth
when it comes to my sound which is the champion sound
believe! believe!

Mercy Lyrics video by Rick Ross Ft. Rockie Fresh

Rick Ross - Don't Like (Remix) Lyrics

These Don't Like (Remix) Lyrics are performed by Rick Ross. Get the song lyrics and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Rick Ross Lyrics - Don't Like (Remix)

yea, we came in that guilla
more money than you ever heard of
you gotta master the art of living young nigga
ain’t never think i was gonna get this much nigga
let me explain it to ya
oh lord, please don’t stop baby

i seen a home boy gang cold blood
eyes rolled in his head, was no love
his mama sold pussy, daddy was a fiend
he from a place where niggas don’t believe in dreams
nigga snorting powder..

i seen a home boy gang cold blood
eyes rolled in his head, was no love
his mama sold pussy, daddy was a fiend
he from a place where niggas don’t believe in dreams
nigga snorting powder, get your head right
get your dick sucked sitting at the red light
now you catchin cases, talkin home invasions
how you get upon? how the fuck you plan?
candy playin games on the home field
open up like a god when that dome build
we inhaled shit when we went to school
now it’s flat screens up in every room
nigga do the math but you’re full of crap
talk full of money, candy on the side
kevlar underneath my fresh tat (wut?)
bell harbor, walking out with 40 badge
i could fuck a model for autograph
8 cars, still make a call a cab
shout out to death jam, shout out to warner brothers
shout out to dope boy, we all need each other
coming in, i’m smoking killa
we run the game, pussy boy go cry a river

a fuck nigga, that’s that shit i don’t like (bang bang)
a snitch nigga, that’s that shit i don’t like (bang bang)
a bitch nigga that’s that shit i don’t like (bang bang)
sneak disser, that’s that shit i don’t like
(this chicago nigga!)

they smile in my face, it’s what i don’t like
they steal the whole sound, that’s a sound bite
the media crucify me like they did christ
they wanna find me now, breathing like they found mike
a girl to run her mouth only out of spite
but i’d never hit a woman, never in my life
i was in too deep, michaela pfeiffer
and that pussy’s so deep i could’ve drowned twice
rose gold, jesus piece with the brown ice
eating good vegetary with the brown rice
girls kissing girls, cuz it’s hot right
but unless they use the strap-on then they not dykes
they ain’t about that life
they ain’t about that life
we hangin out the window, it’s bout to be a sug night
free bump j, real nigga fo life
shout out to dead rose, man that nigga nice
shout out to ellie p, j boogie right?
chief keef, king louie, this your shot right?
right?

a fuck nigga, that’s that shit i don’t like (bang bang)
a snitch nigga, that’s that shit i don’t like (bang bang)
a bitch nigga that’s that shit i don’t like (bang bang)
sneak disser, that’s that shit i don’t like

don’t like like, don’t like like
a snitch nigga that’s that shit i don’t like
fake gucci, that’s that shit i don’t like

i’m smoking on this dope, higher than a kite
this bitch gon lie me down, she gon let me bite
screaming so soft, that’s that nigga that i like
i don’t want relations, i just want one night
cuz it’s thirsty bitch, that’s that shit that i don’t like
i got tats up on my arm cuz this shit is life
and i spend so much on clothes cuz i’m living life
i come up on the scene and i’m stealing light
bitch i’m halflife, got me feeling white
bitch i’m chief keef, fuck who don’t like
and bitch we gbe, we just gon sigh

a fuck nigga, that’s that shit i don’t like (bang bang)
a snitch nigga, that’s that shit i don’t like (bang bang)
a bitch nigga that’s that shit i don’t like (bang bang)
sneak disser, that’s that shit i don’t like

i done sold purple, i done sold white
running out of work, that’s that shit i don’t like
she never let me hit, she gave me dome twice
she blowin up my phone, that’s that bitch i don’t like
nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
put the pressure on em just when they think that i eased up
30 for the cuban, another 30 for the jesus
when we’ve been ourselves when nobody else believed us
suckers!

a fuck nigga, that’s that shit i don’t like (bang bang)
a snitch nigga, that’s that shit i don’t like (bang bang)
a bitch nigga that’s that shit i don’t like (bang bang)
sneak disser, that’s that shit i don’t like

Don't Like (Remix) Lyrics Video by Rick Ross

Rick Ross - Gone To The Moon Lyrics

These Gone To The Moon Lyrics (The Black Bar Mitzvah Mixtape) are performed by Rick Ross. Get the song lyrics and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Rick Ross Lyrics - Gone To The Moon

first class flight to the moon
george mafia nigga
maybach music
october 13, meet nelly, dreams and nightmares
i think you all know exactly what the fuck that is
ha, ha, ha

god forgives the… on the road of platinum
yeah, warner brothers… records
the power circle, maybach music
shout out to the entire conglomerate, nigga
black… all you niggas invited
you were invested like jews, nigga

i’ll be at these wars, i still be living by rules
so when i run in the dudes,
you know we’re stumping in the mood
..niggas say when they’re flopping
let me get back to my bitches
cause you bitch niggas ain’t nothing
miami boys and this bitch
i bought all… with me
still buy pussy from strippers
to send them kilos to silly niggas
this really is a gift
look at the wheels of my…
who wanna go to the moon,
i’m screaming scream reload clip?
i bought my bitch from perfections
you know i buy my affection
ain’t no love for me nigga,
and i accept my directions
on my road to perfections, so many hours invested
so many niggas we handle
you know the other profession

i’ll go to the moon
i’ll go to the moon
i’ll go to the moon
yeah, i’ll go like balloon

Gone To The Moon Lyrics and video by Rick Ross

Reece Mastin - Rock Star Lyrics

These Rock Star Lyrics are performed by Reece Mastin. Get the song lyrics and get the official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Reece Mastin Lyrics - Rock Star

VERSE 1
I’m working 9 to 5
It’s like I’m buried alive
My boss is always on my case and I hate him

He’s got a Mercedes Benz,
With really lame ass rims
And I’m stuck at the bus stop waiting!

His girlfriend is 18, and my girl dumped me
She said ‘You can’t afford me’ and went for the money, the money, money, money,

CHORUS:
I wish I was a Rock Star, (Oh Oh)
Breaking all the girls hearts (Oh Oh)
If I was Eddie Vedder (Oh Oh)
I bet you’d like me better (Oh Oh)
Doing shots of Petrone,
With Pink and Emma Stone
And the paparazzi stalk us when they carry me home
I wish I’d learnt to play the damn guitar

I wish I was a Rock Star (whistle)
I wish I was a Rock Star (whistle)

VERSE 2
When I got home, it went from bad to worse,
My roomie sold my x-box for a six pack
I wanna kick his ass and get all my cash back,
But he’s six foot four and a douchebag
So I’m heading to LA, with the guitar I can’t play,
Hoping to someday make a lot of money, money, money, money.

CHORUS:
I wish I was a Rock Star, (Oh Oh)
Breaking all the girls hearts (Oh Oh)
If I was Eddie Vedder (Oh Oh)
I bet you’d like me better (Oh Oh)
Doing shots of Patron,
With Pink and Emma Stone
And the paparazzi stalk us when they carry me home
I wish I’d learnt to play the damn guitar

I wish I was a Rock Star (whistle)
I wish I was a Rock Star (whistle)

I learnt a couple of chords and kept the verses short,
It was sad but now it’s kinda funny,
I wrote a catchy song that went to number 1,
About a girl that left me for the money.

CHORUS:
Now I am a Rock Star, (Oh Oh)
Breaking all the girls hearts (Oh Oh)
Hanging out with Vedder (Oh Oh)
I bet you like me better (Oh Oh)
Doing shots of Patron,
With Pink and Emma Stone
I bet that you wish that you could carry me home

Thank God I learnt to play the damn guitar
And I thank you for the way you broke my heart

Cos now I am a Rock Star
I am a Rock star
I’m a Rock Star!

Rock Star Lyrics & video by Reece Mastin