Wiz Khalifa Ft. Problem - Smokin Drink Lyrics

These Smokin Drink Lyrics are performed by American rapper Wiz Khalifa feat Problem. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Wiz Khalifa Ft. Problem - Smokin Drink Lyrics

that’s all the fuck i do man
work my motherfuckin ass off

smokin’, drinkin’… (x28)

i’ve been smokin’, i’ve been drinkin’
i don’t know what i was thinkin’
i’ve been high all weekend
drunk as fuck but still tweakin’
so high i can’t hear nobody
i can’t even feel my body
goin’ need a paramedic prolly
she off that cookie and the molly
this remind me of that mafia
gettin’ bread, now i’m popular
if you hatin’ keep it on the d-low
gotta shout out to my youngin’ p low
in the club, man we smoking pre rolls
want me in your club? need a couple zeroes
bandz a make us hold up plans
roll up all them grams
and my new car and the new cars
see my new chains, say i went too far
see the watch face, say that’s too hard
when i put gold in my 2-4
i did it just to match my pinkie
and probly just so these fuck niggas could see me
while i’m

smokin’, drinkin’… (x28)

i’ve been smoking, i’ve been drinking
i don’t know what i was thinking
i been high all weekend
drunk as fuck but still tweaking
damn bro, i’m fucking fried
say you high as me? you a fucking liar
we so strong it make you cough
teeth grinding, rolling heavy, tryna shake, you got it
suck the shit, it’s hella corny
molly got me hella horny
fuck it, let these bands play
bet these bitch so what these bad say
then there go your baby momma
looking like she want a problem
fuck it, i’mma give her some
you never let her out, so i’mma make er come
all over this damn place
poppin poppin like champagne
poppin poppin like dry bige
you can’t connect to my wi fi
i’m sky high, look at me
now fuck these niggas
let me get back to

smokin’, drinkin’… (x56)

that’s the one
that fever right there

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Wiz Khalifa - Bout That Lyrics

These Bout That Lyrics are performed by American rapper Wiz Khalifa. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Wiz Khalifa - Bout That Lyrics

[verse 1]
standin’ on the couches blowin’ on some ounces
shit from out the country can’t even pronounce it
another 100k i got that all from tourin’
throw it in the air just to let em know im ballin’
get the hotel treat it like its residential
classic wit no diamonds in my presidential
take a look at me and you can tell im paid
makin all these faces no stevie j
smokin weed, my hoodie and my leather on
i got a mill just need some shit to bet it on
i got some tree to smoke so they gone let us burn
the waitress bringin bottles im just yellin church
standin’ on the couches blowin’ on some grass
these niggas talkin’ shit but hate will never last
look at my section vip we showin class
kush in every joint pierre jouet in every glass

[hook]
you know im about that shit
niggas hatin every day thats why they doubt that shit
if we smokin need a ounce of that shit
and i never ever leave the crib without that shit
you know im about that shit
niggas hatin every day thats why they doubt that shit
if we smokin need a ounce of that shit
and i never ever leave the crib without that shit

[verse 2]
you know im about that
ain’t never worried bout fallin off cuz ima bounce back
uh, where yo ounce at?
you talkin bout yo fuckin car but where house at?
yea, im gettin cheese thoe
walk up in the club they treat me like im nino
uh, sippin moet
got a couple cars that i ain’t even drove yet
yea, wheres the champaign?
told my jeweler put some diamonds in my damn ring
club lookin dry make it rain for em
face another drink call that a brainstorm
tatted from my feet up, vip we meet up
gotta pour some liquor, gotta roll some weed up
then feel are face we get are plates and eat up
keep bringin ace this ain’t a race but if it was we’d be first place

[hook]
you know im about that shit
niggas hatin every day thats why they doubt that shit
if we smokin need a ounce of that shit
and i never ever leave the crib without that shit

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Wiz Khalifa Ft. French Montana - Nothin Like The Rest Lyrics

These Nothin Like The Rest Lyrics are performed by American rapper Wiz Khalifa feat French Montana. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Wiz Khalifa Ft. French Montana - Nothin Like The Rest Lyrics

[hook: french montana (wiz khalifa)] x2
i pull up with your bitch in the rolls
don’t even get it twisted cause it’s already rolled
(ain’t nothin’ like the resto, you rollin’ with the besto
rollin’ up the best smoke, blowin’ out the best ho)

[verse 1: wiz khalifa]
doin’ a hundred through the desert
yeah my car come from the past, you could call it a time machine
cause it’s right here in the present
in the game and i got leverage
ain’t the same as none of you niggas
if i was close to you i would be ashamed of you
get a hundred mill’s what i came to do
i guess all this money look lame to you
so i spend it on shoppin’, all of this shit that i’m coppin’
don’t even go to the store, my outfit it ain’t even droppin’
pedal to the floor, smokin’ in my new ss
seen a lot of bumps on the road to success
but that ain’t stop a nigga from cruisin’ up
pullin’ weed out the ashtray, cuttin’ the music up
smokin’, chillin’
used to be underground but now we on top of the building

[hook] x2

[verse 2: french montana]
never had a limit, small face spender
everything was cashed out, i ain’t ever rented
round bag sinner, shawty love a winner
beat that pussy up, now that pussy ?
pull up in the dealer lookin’ like a dealer
yellow nigga, high as shit, five hundred milla
? then you gotta step the bill up
winter time, hoodie on, drop chinchilla
lookin’ like a killer
used to hit the block, fiends lookin’ like thriller
shooter like miller, na i mean ?
pull up in the porsche, bad bitch talkin’ ’bout 500 horses
started from the bottom, nigga was a filler
now you need my name so your show could fill up
keep my cup fill up, black car the ?
nigga small-talkin’, tell ‘em put a mill up

[hook] x2

Nothin Like The Rest Lyrics & Video by Wiz Khalifa featuring French Montana, top charts, album 2012, pop, hip hop, r&b, rock, songtext, meuziek, letras, words to songs, az lyrics search, letra, lirik lagu nothin like the rest

Wiley - Can You Hear Me (Ayayaya) Lyrics

These Can You Hear Me (Ayayaya) Lyrics are performed by Wiley featuring rapper Skepta, grime artist JME and R&B singer Ms D. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Wiley ft. Skepta, JME & Ms D Lyrics - Can You Hear Me (Ayayaya)

Wiley
I was on a path to the limelight
Now I’m on another one it’s a night flight
When they say I’m a star I say thank you
It’s all due to the scenes that I ran through
So I keep flyin the flags for all people
No messing about we’re all equal
Vibe alive in the club when I roll in
I get around with the crowd when I’m roaming

Everybody right now can you hear me
Through the speakers turn me up if you hear me
Ayaya ayaya ayaya ayaya
Everybody right now can you hear me
Through the speakers turn me up if you hear me
Ayaya ayaya ayaya ayaya

They should know I bring vibes on a club night
Keep the crowd hyped up brother party
Red, she wanna say words in my earlobe
Reminds me there’s an hour of the party left
See the fireworks, celebration, team winning the Grey Goose amazing
Send them Jaeger bombs I got a craving
So many women I don’t wanna stop raving
They should know I got tunes for the gyal dem
Once the ladies are there see the man dem reach
They wanna leave there with a number
Check the peng ting she’s gonna hang with me
I’m skanking all round the party I’m skanking
I got girls to the left and girls to the right
When we’re at the bar we ain’t ramping

Everybody right now can you hear me
Through the speakers turn me up if you hear me
Ayaya ayaya ayaya ayaya
Everybody right now can you hear me
Through the speakers turn me up if you hear me
Ayaya ayaya ayaya ayaya

Skepta
Wiley called me on the iPhone
He said get my passport told me to come through
Put your sun cream in your suitcase
When I arrive causing a heat wave too
Got my SnapBack and my vest on
Looking at the hot girl with the red dress on
Light skin with a beautiful body like Kim so I had to get my Kanye West on
She told me she’s feeling my jewellery
She said that she’s in love with my Jesus piece
I told her to look again closely
It’s not Jesus baby it’s JME
And I was like babe come over
I don’t bite girl come a little closer
Come a little closer
I don’t bite girl come a little closer

Everybody right now can you hear me
Through the speakers turn me up if you hear me
Ayaya ayaya ayaya ayaya

JME
You know I don’t usually party
But Skepta and Wiley said its a hype
I can’t find my phone or my car keys
Like Zippy Tafari said on the mic
The vibe is off the richter
And I can’t even tweet a picture
I’m on the dance floor the joke is I never had a drink but I’m acting the drunkest
She’s staring like I’m a weirdo
Or then again maybe she likes me
I’m not supposed to be here though
Haven’t got a wrist band for the VIP
No triple A pass but I’m partying with the stars
Yep, I can’t complain I just enjoy while it lasts

Everybody right now can you hear me
Through the speakers turn me up if you hear me
Ayaya ayaya ayaya ayaya
Everybody right now can you hear me
Through the speakers turn me up if you hear me
Ayaya ayaya ayaya ayaya

Can You Hear Me (Ayayaya) Lyrics Video by Wiley

Wu-Tang Clan - Six Directions Of Boxing Lyrics

These Six Directions Of Boxing Lyrics are performed by Wu-Tang Clan. Get the song lyric and official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

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Wu-Tang Clan Lyrics - Six Directions Of Boxing

[verse 1: u-god]
when i’m locked down i use tim’s as my shower slippers
i’m in the background mingling with the powder flippers
in the basement, hard-body power lifters
i crush sour, ? see how i lift her?
universal dart, i stay scientific
the kid with the golden arms, iron fisted
stay asiatic, so cinematic
noise in the attic, bang out with the automatics
it’s hood politics that bring the hunger back
i’m straight choppin’ wood, call me the lumberjack
check the catalog, put out a hundred packs
watch for drug sniffin’ dogs, they comin’ from the back
i’m straight thunder clap, the funky drummer’s back
it’s pure dopium, give him a heart attack
i stay stackin’ plaques, like ancient artifacts
joe namath in the game, i’m the quarterback

[verse 2: ghostface]
eight balls of coke, blunt to the greenery
pounds in the trunk get you a concrete scenery
handmade ox’ll get you dumped in the mess hall
snitch niggas run to c.o.’s to confess all
this is street knowledge, nah said screw college
like a speech from the gza, sharp like the rza
don’t run with the scissor, nigga the truth is a
truth is i’m a drop a few jewels in the booth
used to move crack, stuff it inside a tennis ball
throw it when they rushin’ the block, trust no cops
drivin’ around with two mitts in my socks
cook coke gon’ get you in more trouble than money
don’t crawl through dust juice, the pigs is hungry
you think they ain’t watchin’?
they watchin’ while you uptown coppin’
back home, while you’re cookin’ and choppin’
they schemin’ the block, waitin’ to get it poppin’

[verse 3: gza]
he had a sword and an axe with cuts
under a road that was woven from silver and gold, waxed it up
his army was so great to quarranty
his crops & livestock boost the economy
many would travel by boat to see ‘em
his image is doing most schools and colosseum
a merchant, hustle those silk and velvets
portrait illuminated when the torch is well-lit
picture so beautiful painting
that one thought would it would breathe or move
cause it would leave a mood or energy
you see his wife cracked his yoga
made herbal enhancements that have saved the soldiers
guard them treasures, and the chambers, halls and vaults
well-prepared for all assault, heavy guarded village
armed with the sharpest weapons designed to pierce and cause blood spillage

[verse 4: masta killa]
from a young team, a murder team, inspired by crime
see allah just granted permission for my position
so now i’m writin’ rhymes, escapin’ this repetitive cycle
slingin’ dimes, losin’ time, i’m doin’ hard time
teachin’ y’all mathematically, come see
the epitome of what you wanna be – emcee
my semi-auto gun ran a ? at the sound clash
mic touched, dance mashed up, pounds of the best
green glass, bottles of don, i sip the liquour slow
flow so devastating when i go solo
when i’m dolo, pretty gun i’m holdin’
head swollen of the solid gold, so iron mic po’
beat your face like you stole something, trust me
living life royalty, all wise and healthy
welcome to the best of me, from knowledge to infinity
never stopping my projectory, i’m galactic

[verse 5: cappadonna]
yo, peace to all of the gods and all of the earths
we been buildin’ like this ever since the first day of birth
the more i start to build, the better i feel
keep ignorant niggas from me, use dummies for shield
you know i guard bodies son, you just garbage and real snotty
? your head, ? still stuck in the lobby
this the first ? born, son i’m blessed with mad lessons
conquer crazy devils, my mind as a weapon
you can’t fast with me and avoid the swine
you degenerate emcee, i’m the best of mankind
allahu akbar stay jews and real stars
i’m down with the rza, got help with the widow’s son
pop off on you, you ain’t nothin’ to be – dun dun
?, holy water, visine
designated wordplay, god respect my (dings?)
shine on little stars and respect the queen

[verse 6: inspectah deck]
new york giant, call me deck umenyiora
fresh with the water connect, two and a quarter
deal with the dealer, don’t trust the transporter
my job is done once i get it to the border
? coke game is ? needles and
hypedermic needle to ? for dos veines
overdose ya, you know the product is rural? right
lines take you there like i wrote it with off-white
got him bent up, hands lookin’ like a tin cup
sorry no cosignment get your ends up
move from the gate now, he on his way, straight to jake now
i’m on the hush, but my weight loud
got the shakes now, how they want it? bad
five or six heads chippin’ in for a bag
i got the works, like a burger deluxe
get your fix while i’m servin’ it up, word to us

Six Directions Of Boxing Lyrics Video by Wu-Tang Clan

Wale - Arrival Lyrics

These Arrival Lyrics are performed by Wale. Get the song lyrics and get the official music videos here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

Wale Lyrics - Arrival

Somewhere blowin loud floating low dreaded out
Love a dark sister but ran through lights like medic routes
Who here compare to Ralph
Blacks by the double

Kilimanjaro I get high by every pair I mount
I’mma let that bitch breathe fucker
And I’m doing fine but them suits lined and I see you suckers
Fear not I’m you cicadas bitch I’m still buzzin'

And my wrist rocky cause I beat up a little clubber, too
Making moves with that made crew, shoot
And to think that I almost did trade school
Now I kick that Liu Kang mixed with Wayne Rooney

First album sleepers, but second album groupies
I’m’ bout to show you broke, my next one a movie
Cause third times the charm, that’s word to Sam Bowie
And my ego will not change

But this shit so wack and the chips must stack, there will be no Frito Lay
Ok, I’m winning competition who is it?
Ralph in that new edition and that’s no Ralphy ?
All my posse official and my policies simple

Keep your faith in your God, family over the business
Here niggas be at odds and get even with pistols
Ed Hochuli nah, my partners is more official
And I’m at that mall again, balling for that shit I been through

And that large grip is just small shit, like that shit from Shih Tzu
My pencil a genzo to everyday people when due
Got a nice crib but I’m outstanding like Mr. Wendal

Arrival Lyrics & video by Wale

Whitney Houston Feat. Jordin Sparks - Celebrate Lyrics

These 'Celebrate Lyrics' are performed by Whitney Houston feat Jordin Sparks. Get the song lyrics and get the official music video here @ aztoplyrics.blogspot.com

Whitney Houston Ft. Jordin Sparks Lyrics - Celebrate

yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
yeah, yeah, yeah ooh yeah, u-uu-uh

[whitney houston:]
everybody's been so uptight
and forgetting to live the life
let all the problems get them down
till they make you wanna shout, oh yeah!

[jordin sparks:]
see everybody's been down in luck
now finally things are looking up
the sun is chased all the rain away
no more obstacles in our away, yeah.

[hook:]
it's time to celebrate (come on, yeah)
come on and celebrate (that's what i want)
i wanna celebrate (because it's so right)
i celebrate you (i celebrate you, yeah)
uh-hu

[jordin:]
there is oh so many of us
(that underestimate the power of love)
so much hate going round and i've had enough
i've invited you for the love.

[whitney:]
though we been going through changes
just trying to make it from day to day
tonight don't you worry about a thing
just cash your cares away.

[hook:]
it's time to celebrate
(come on, yeah)
come on and celebrate
(it is what i want)
i wanna celebrate
(it's time to celebrate)
i celebrate you, i celebrate you!!
it's time to celebrate
(come on, come on)
come on and celebrate
(no matter what color you are)
i wanna celebrate
(tonight everyone is a star)
i celebrate you, i celebrate you, u-uh!!

i'm gonna give you a reason
why you should clap your hands and jump for joy!
there's something we can believe in,
now that the rain is gone we're gonna dance in o a rainbow! oh-oh oh u-hu

it's time to celebrate
(come on, yeah)
come on and celebrate
(time to celebrate)
i wanna celebrate
(because it's so right)
i celebrate you
(i celebrate you)
celebrate me, celebrate me.

[hook:]
it's time to celebrate
(time to bring you and me)
come on and celebrate
(no matter what color you are)
i wanna celebrate
(tonight everyone is a star)
i celebrate you, you celebrate me

it's time to celebrate
come on and celebrate
i wanna celebrate
i celebrate you, you celebrate me u-uh
x3

[we love you whitney!!]

Celebrate Lyrics and music video by Whitney Houston Feat. Jordin Sparks