Drake – Started From The Bottom Lyrics

Drake – Started From The Bottom Lyrics

[Hook]
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now my whole team here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we're here
Started from the bottom now the whole team fucking here

[Verse 1]
I done kept it real from the jump
Living at my mama’s house we'd argue every month
Nigga, I was trying to get it on my own
Working all night, traffic on the way home
And my uncle calling me like "Where ya at?
I gave you the keys told ya bring it right back”
Nigga, I just think its funny how it goes
Now I’m on the road, half a million for a show
And we...

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Boys tell stories about the man
Say I never struggled, wasn't hungry, yeah, I doubt it, nigga
I could turn your boy into the man
There ain't really much I hear that's poppin' off without us, nigga
We just want the credit where it's due
I’ma worry about me, give a fuck about you
Nigga, just as a reminder to myself
I wear every single chain, even when I’m in the house
Cause we...

[Hook]

[Bridge]
No new niggas, nigga we don’t feel that
Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?
We don’t like to do too much explaining
Story stays the same I never changed it
No new niggas, nigga we don’t feel that
Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?
We don’t like to do too much explaining
Story stay the same through the money and the fame
Cause we...

[Hook]

TYGA - MOLLY LYRICS

[InExplaintro]
Hi, I'm looking for Molly
I've been searching everywhere

[Hook]
And I can't seem to find
Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly
Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly, Molly
(Fucked around and fell in love with her)

[Verse 1: Tyga]
Bands all in my dollars
I'm everywhere, wrist poppin'
Can't fall in love I got options
I'm high school that's college
King Gold Chains, that's Notre Dame
That green, yeah I got it
I show up in the party
Like where the fuck that molly
O-D we're O-G's
We don't fuck with no police
I'm too fly to be low key
Them 24 inch Kobes
All black that's Jodeci
She gimme pussy that's yo seed
Broke niggas stop beggin' me
Cause that's the shit that I don't need
I'm swervin', I'm drivin'
Ain't got time to be tired
I'm super turnt, don't try me
Killin' yo mind off and fuckin' yo body
Bitch wanna flick, pose for my posse
Got too much shit to worry about gossip
I'm on a bad trip

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Lil' bitch, my sanction is important
My new car's imported
My bank account is enormous
Weed so loud it's distorted
Got champagne and we pourin' it
She poppin' it and she snortin' it
My iPhone recordin' it, if I want it, I can afford it
Bitch I'm Young Khalifa, fillin' my lungs with reefer
Somewhere in the clouds, gotta press up to see us
I gotta whip so fast that I caught a ticket speedin'
And my bitch so bad that I'm never ever cheatin'
I might pull up in some shit that you've never ever seen
And if I said how much I made, then you won't even believe it
Me and T-Y gettin' gnarly when we pull up to the party
Brought a whole pound of Mary

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Mally Mall]
Put it in my drink, put it in my drink
Put it in my drink, you already know
Put it in my drink, put it in my drink
Put it in my drink, you already know
She had me smokin', had me smokin'
Smokin' on my reefer
She had me smokin', had me smokin'
Smokin' on my reefer

[Hook]

DJ Kay Slay Ft. Fabolous, T-Pain, Rick Ross, Nelly & French Montana – About That Life Lyrics

 [Intro: DJ ExplainKay Slay]
Ay yo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king.
So this is what it comes down to, huh?
Y'all niggas think y'all 'bout that life?
Well it's time to show and prove.
Fab, set it off!

[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Look, I terminate a bitch, like her name was Sarah Connor.
Where I'm from, we never meet daddies; swear on mommas.
I'm high fashion, so my Gucci reeks of marijuana
My shoes are killing them! I call these a pair of homi-cides.
Put me in the passenger and I'mma ride, cause my mind is full of massacres.
Killer verses, I lay 'em down and fill up hearses.
You can't be the best without knowing who the worst is.
Me and Kay a lot alike, we don't fake nothing.
Thick bitches in my sheets, I be straight stunting
You got the wrong keys, I ain't who to start with
Rise of the apes, now who you monkeys getting smart with?

[Hook: T-Pain]
I'm bout that money, I'm bout that fetty
I'm down to get it by any means necessary
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that strife
Now fuck with me or with my team and you gonna see
Bi-bi-bi-bitch I'm bout that life!
I-I-I'm go-going hard, go-going in.
Tryna get what I can get before these people give me 25 to life.
Now tell them hatin' ass niggas, that hatin' only makes you die quicker.
Cause bitch I'm bout that life!

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
In love with the money, infatuated with coupes.
Immaculate living, money stack up to my roof.
The baddest of women, purse matchin' the boots.
That's the half, you don't wanna see what's in that fuckin' bag.
Pull it like a flip cam, first you aim it, then you fire.
Penthouse smoker, nigga, I can't get no higher.
Hella bad heroine in every bag she carry "O."
You niggas ain't getting money, fuck it and carry on
The biggest and the richest, fucking self made
Ricky Rozay and my nigga Kay Slay.
Pound of purple green, 2 liter of pink Sprite.
I could flip a brick before a chick can blink twice!

[Hook: T-Pain]

[Verse 3: Nelly]
You know what? You don't like me, I don't give a fuck
Respect is like some money to me, I don't get enough!
Like I ain't put on the hardest city in America
St. Louis, and we ain't scared of ya.
King of the drama, see him rollin' with the drama king.
Yo Kay Slay, you want lil' momma from your magazine?
You know the one that's got a body like a cartoon
Ass like a whale 'til lil' durrty gotta harpoon.
Woo! This stacking racks on racks
Go check my hallways mother fucker, plaques on plaques.
These niggas lying a lot, I'm speaking facts on facts
My hotel room's infested durrty, blacks on blacks.

[Hook: T-Pain]

[Verse 4: French Montana]
Looking at a dollar bill, saw the White House.
Then I flipped a couple bills, bought a white house.
Triple beam on a triple stack, triple back
Going back court like I dribbled back, simple fact
When that drop roller and that top fold up
Bitches going both ways like they're bipolar.
Pop the ace Black Jack, ski mask, black mac
Hit the back of your head, turn your fitted to a snapback.
Best of the greatest, bought the pussy and paid for maintenance.
Waste of money, wack head, the bitch brainless.
Word to Kay Slay, you niggas straight stuntin'.
I be spending seven digits like it ain't nothin'.

[Hook: T-Pain]

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Eminem - The Warning (Mariah Carey Diss) lyrics | ENO MEDIA

only reason i disssed you in the first place
was because you denied seeing me now im pissed off
sit back homie relax in fact grab a 6 pack
kick back while i kick facts
yah dre sick track
perfect way to get back
wanna hear some wick wack
i got the same exact tat thats on nicks back
im obsessed now
oh g that supposed to be me in the video with the goatee
wow mariah i didnt expect you to go balls out
bitch shut the fuck up before i put all them phone calls out
you made at my house while you were wildin out
before nick when yous was on my dick ill give you something to smile about
how many times did you fly to my house
still trying to count you better shut your lying mouth if you dont want nick finding out
you probably think cuz since its been so long if i had something on you i woulda done it by now
on the contrary mary poppins im mixing a studio session down and sending it in to mastering to make it loud
enough dirt on you to murder you
this is what the fuck i do
mariaaahh did it ever occur to you that i still have pictures
however you prefer to do and that goes for nick too faggot you think im scurred of you
you gonna ruin my career you better get one
like im gonna sit and fight with you over some slut bitch cunt
that made me put up with her pscyho ass over 6 months
and only spread her legs to let me hit once
yeah what you gonna say im lucky tell the public that i was so ugly
that you fucking had to be drunk to fuck me
second base what the fuck you tell nick pumpkin
second week we were dry humpin that has to count for somethin
listen girlie surely you dont want me to talk about how i nutted early
cuz i ejaculated prematurely and bust all over your belly
and you almost started hurlin and said i was gross go get a towel
your stomachs curling or maybe you do
but if im embarassing me im embarassing you
and dont you dare say it isnt true
as long as that songs getting airplay im dissin you
im a hair away from getting carried away and gettin sued
i was gonna stop at 16 that was 32 this is 34 bars
we aint even a third of the way through
damn slim mariah played you
mariah who
oh did i say whore nick i ment a liar tooo
like i been goin off on you all this time for no reason
girl you out of your alcholic mind girl
check you wine cellar look at the ammounts of all the wine
like i fucking sit around and think about you all the time
i just think this shit is funny when i count you on a rhyme
but fuck it now im about to draw the line
and for you thats a mountain i doubt you would want to climb
i can describe areas of your house you wouldnt find
on an episode of cribs
a blow below the ribs
if i hear another word
so dont be openin your jibs
cuz everytime you do its like an overload of fibs
i aint saying this shit again ho you know what it is

its a warning shot
before i blow up your whole spot

call my bluff in ill release every fucking thing i got
including the voice mails right before you flipped your top
when me and Luiz were trying to stick 2 cds in the same slot

??MARiAH CAREY??

i Love you too
let me whisper sweet nothings into your ear boo
now what you say
?MARiAH? its nothing
yeah so what ill do
is refresh your memory
when you said
?MARiAH? i want you
now should i keep going
or should i call truce
?MARiAH? you think you cute right
you bet your sweet ass i do
?MARiAH? im mary poppins b
and im super man uhm
?MARiAH? Mary P
slim shaddyy
comin at you

so if you still be my
?Mariah? baby girl
than ill still be your
?Mariah? super hero

?Mariah? where my em
yeah right here

?Mariah? you like this
nope not any more dear

it cuts like a knife
when i tell you
get a life
but im moving on with mine
nick is that your wife
well tell her to shut her mouth
and ill leave her alone

if she dont siNG THiS SCRiPT
than ill keep going

?Mariah?
its actually mary ann
mary ann is saying cut the tape
cut the tape
knife
?Mariah?

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Let Me Love You (Remix) Lyrics by Ne-Yo Ft. French Montana

Let me love, let me love, let me love you!
Let me love, let me love, let me love you!

Much as you blame yourself,
You can’t be blamed for the way that you feel
Had no example of a love that was even remotely real
(Turn the lights on!)
How can you understand something that you never had?
Ooh, baby, if you let me, I can help you out with all of that!

Chorus:
Girl, let me love you,
And I will love you, until you learn to love yourself!
Girl, let me love you,
I know your trouble Don’t be afraid,
Girl, let me help!
Girl, let me love you,
And I will love you, Until you learn to love yourself
Girl, let me love you,
A heart in numbness that’s brought to life,
I’ll take you there!
Hey, hey (Girl, let me love you)
Girl, let me love you, you, you!

[French Montana:]
Let me love you, I promise
I’ll push that drop right through currents
And when I’m stressed with them problems,
I’m blowing stacks up in…
I’m talking, sipping, serve, double cup
We was down, now we’re up,
when you’re down, I’ll pick you up
Massi, Lago, Lambo, truck
Highs with the lows, getting high in a row
On the couches spinning rows
Let me lay you, fuck them hoes!
I got it all here, don’t cheat yourself
You’ll on me.. you made yourself
Put your girls down, I love to help
But you can’t let me till you let yourself
Ah, she’s fisty with it
Trying to keep me in check like Nike with it
Cause her last boyfriend was shasty with her
Rich and famous, life we’re living
Them long flights, them long nights
Them short days, that Porsche white
Cup two for you, cup two for me
Promise will be follow me

Chorus:
Girl, let me love you,
And I will love you, until you learn to love yourself!
Girl, let me love you,
I know your trouble Don’t be afraid,
Girl, let me help!
Girl, let me love you,
And I will love you, Until you learn to love yourself
Girl, let me love you,
A heart in numbness that’s brought to life,
I’ll take you there!
Hey, hey (girl, let me love you)
Girl, let me love you, you, you!

I can see the pain behind your eyes
It’s been there for quite a while
I just wanna be the one to remind what it is to smile
I would like to show you what true love can really do

Chorus:
Girl, let me love you,
And I will love you, until you learn to love yourself!
Girl, let me love you,
I know your trouble Don’t be afraid,
Girl, let me help!
Girl, let me love you,
And I will love you, Until you learn to love yourself
Girl, let me love you,
A heart in numbness that’s brought to life,
I’ll take you there!
Hey, hey (girl, let me love you)
Girl, let me love you, you, you!

Tyga – Dope Lyrics | ENO MEDIA

(Verse 1: Tyga)
T-raw rock my own kick game
8 figure deal figure how I'm courtside at clip game
Still pop ace king shit I'm with rose
Black Maybach leather gloves on that OJ
OK the day you beating me bitch no day
Bandz a make her dance that's thousand dollar foreplay
AK get a full clip not a soundwave
You kissed her in her mouth, ask her how my dick taste
Bitch nigga you don't want no drama im worth a couple commas
It's death before dishonor
Last king come sign up all my shit be disgner
Extroardinary rhymer I bodied yo' shit for nothin'
Wes, west up, hot temper
Get wet up she give me head not neck up
She clean the mess up
One false move death from gesture
Cash in the safe I don't feel no pressure

(Hook) x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

(Verse 2: Rick Ross)
Shit
She fuck hermes and the hustle
Crown on the watch she got niggas still thuggin'
8.7 on the crib so fuck it
Went gold in a month so it ain't no budget
New chains, rollex links
New chick just to drag my mink
New car just to ride around here
Aviator crew we flies 'round here
Hating on hood niggas dying 'round here
Bath Salt Boss, got insurance on the beard
Cars rockstar dope boys at odds
I done seen it all but it's back to these broads'
Hands clap like a nigga in the stadium
Million dollar chain but I'm rocking 8 of 'em
I see you sleeping boy don't make me pick your label up
Scottie pipen on the dribble I just laid 'em up
Another triple got me tripping like it's angel dust
We just winning all the women in my table ah
Say my name say my name nigga say my name
100 million dollar nigga, nigga say my name

(Hook) x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

(Verse 3: Tyga)
Chief rocka, pill popper
Tell them pull them things out cause my car topless
Off topic, get on top it wish us some absence
So sincere in her belly, that's the nah shit
King announcing that gangsta shit we mobbin'
We taking your dollars creflo no white collar
I (pop pop) wish a nigga would call thomas
Bitch I'm the bomb call me the unabomber
Money in my game I'm driving shit that's insane
You niggas stay in your lane no playing ain't nothing changed
Pardon this good regime, I make your girl david blaine
Murder was the case all the kids say that nigga T-raw

(Hook) x2
I'm dope
(All) all my shit dooe
(All) all my shit dope
Cuz it's 187 how I killing these hoes

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NICKI MINAJ - CLIQUE REMIX Ft. BIG SEAN lyrics

[Intro: James Fauntleroy]

What of the dollar you murdered for?

Is that the one fighting for your soul?

Or your brother's the one that you're running from?

But if you got money, fuck it, cause I want some

[Hook: Big Sean]

Clique, clique, clique, clique,

Ain't nobody fresher than my muthafuckin

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

As I look around, they don't do it like my

Clique, clique, clique, clique, clique

And all these bad bitches, man, they want the

Clique, As I look around, they don't do it like my

Clique, And all these bad bitches, man, they want the

[ Verse1: Nicki Minaj ]

When my goons come through and start shooting stars

You know, I'm all about shoes and cars

I'm kinda drunk off blue Bacardi

I told Baby when I get my new advance

I'mma blow that motherfucker on a blue Bugatti

You know, I graduated summa cum laude

That's why they thinking I'm Illuminati

And matter fact, let's kiss and make-up

I'll help you escape on my blue Ducati

Hallelujah!

[ Hook: Big Sean ]

Clique, As I look around, they don't do it like my

Clique, And all these bad bitches, man, they want the

They want the, they want the

[ Verse2: Nicki Minaj ]

Well, this thang so good, make a nigga wanna sob (Hmm, hmm)

You don't need a feature?

Nigga, I'm the feature

You gon' be the priest, and I'mma be the preacher

You can be the he-man, I'mma be the she-ra

You can be the Grim

Hallelujah!

[ Hook: Big Sean ]

Clique, As I look around, they don't do it like my

Clique, And all these bad bitches, man, they want the

They want the, they want the

[Outro: Nicki Minaj (whispering)

Um, yeah, yeah

Nicki, B.o.B, ho

(Shh... they might be listening)

Big Sean – Woke Up Lyrics

Featuring: Early Mac, James Fantleroy, Mike Posner & Sayitaintone

Produced By: Young Chop

 [Hook: Sean and James]

I woke up

Boy it’s time to get it

Walking to the window, saw the city

Thank God I woke up

Feeling like the mothafuckin’ realest

Living but it’s time to make a killing

Thank God I woke up

[Bridge: Sean]

Tryna get it every day

Make a hundred mill and run away, way, way

(I woke up)

Tell these fuck boys they gotta pay

Tryna make a hundred mill and run away, way, way

(I woke up)

[Verse 1: Sean]

I woke up, woke up, thank God I woke up

Wifey at home but I’m living life like we broke up

You hit the hood and post up, I’m gon’ get it ‘til I’m filthy rich

My hands dirty, my gross up, my money doing the toe touch

That’s stretched out, ‘til I’m in the back, stretched out, drinking Ace

‘Cause I’m decked out, whole hood with me

Need a guest house, yea a guest house

Lately I been getting like mo’ ass and less mouth

‘Cause when they see that whip, they start to think about kids

Man, when they see this crib, they gon’ start to think about cribs

Been dealt with real life too long, now it’s time to live

Respect out the D, hardly had a pot to pee in

Now I’m at the Coliseum, lil’ niggas gotta see him

Tryna be him, show you how to follow vision, real nigga

Politician, bad bitch, swallowtician, gotta get it

Yea (yea), last night I lost all that

I’ma wake my ass up, get it all back, thank God

[Hook] + [Bridge]

[Verse 2: Tone]

I been killing shit, I gotta say, my pit blue, my buffs gray

With a hint of white, sipping Henny white, living like I won’t see the night

A real playa like Pinky, when I’m in the game, I TD

And I’m all about my dollars, dollars, dollars, that’s 3D

I wake up with a bad bitch by my side

Last night, I was so drunk, I felt high

Last week, I was so high, I felt drunk

I got a bitch so bad, I gotta hit from the front

I fuck Kim K hoes, that’s Jay ‘Ye tone, smoking weed, that’s reggaeton

Get it next to free, that’s AJ tone, what’s my name

What’s my name bitch? Sayitaintone, what she saying? Sayitaintone

Who they playing? Sayitaintone, fuck sleep that take too long!

[Hook] + [Bridge] + [Hook]

[Verse 3: Mike Posner]

I woke up this morning

Looking at the city that raised me

I can get it all now

And go get everything they never gave me

[Verse 4: Early Mac]

Like every day that I wake, I say grace for my cake

I’ma do dessert first, I don’t even gotta wait

Yea, when I hit the mall, I hit that bitch in the face

God be so good to me, I just gotta stop and pray

By the way, my jewelry appraised, it’s a couple K

On the lake, I’m out of the state, at my hideaway

Like Bruce Wayne, I’m saving the day, and I’m getting bank

I’m foolay, my bitch got bootay, ooh I love the way

I woke up, my dough up, I got out, I go nuts

I show out, I blow up, I ball out, I po’ up

Ok it’s Early Mac off in this ho, tailor-made designer coat

Watch me take it to the bank and deposit a pot of gold

I’m fooling

[Hook]

Big Sean – GUAP Lyrics

[Intro: Big Sean (Kanye West)]

God, Oh God

 I’ve been working all god damn yearI just got my check

I’m bout to spend it all on me I’m worth it,

 yup Hold up, tell me what you see Pull up,

watch these motherfuckers freak Say wuddup though when you see me in the streets

(GOOD Music in this bitch now drop that motherfuckin beat)

[Hook: Big Sean (Kanye West)]

Ok, this to all my enemies,

that see me gettin’ guap right now See me gettin’ guap right,

see me gettin’ guap right now This to all my hatin’ hoes,

that see me gettin’ guap right now See me gettin’ guap right now,

hell yeah won’t stop right now (Haaaa) This to all my old hoes,

that see me gettin’ guap right now See me gettin’ guap right now,

 hell yeah won’t stop right now (Yaaa) See me gettin’ guap right now,

 hell na won’t stop right now (Big Sean) Hell na won’t stop right now,

see me gettin’ guap right now

[Verse 1]

 Ok, I need 50k large

 My momma needed a new crib

 My daddy need a new car

 So I be goin’ so hard

Detroit is my yard

I need a 17 car garage

 I need a 17 bra manage

I need a jail house to free my dogs

 I pay taxes, pay dues,

pay bills my whole life So I’mma throw money in the air,

 like I’m tryin’ to pay the sky Told myself man if I can’t life like this,

 I’d rather die I give it up to God, and he always replies Control,

your hoes, you let her talk to you crazy You got baby mama drama,

you ain’t even got you a baby You foogazie,

boss up, boss up with your time dog You ain’t got time for no hoes,

 I ain’t even got time for time off

 [Verse 2]

Okay I need 50k large

 My homie just beat the charge

 My brother need a new job

So I be goin’ so hard

I need my face on a black car

My iPhone need the charge

My fish tank need sharks

 I need a blimp to say the worlds ours

So these niggas can know

I do what they can I’m stuntin’ for all The people who ain’t You still hatin’,

you should be fucking ashamed

Far as I came,

guess when you’re in the game they want you to spring Yeah,

 I know, but I don’t get my stress on Takin’ shots swear is like my stomachs made of teflon

They like boy won’t you get your rest on Bitch cuz’ I’m up for every hour,

 I was slept on The last time I dreamt about,

two girls bisexual They was tryin’ things,

tryin’ sexual Then I woke up in a city,

where the population match the death toll Drew my blueprint,

got it illustrated affiliated Millions chasin’ go to sleep wake up continuated Life of a Don,

 Sean Don, sippin’ never had a palm reader

Always had my palms itchin’ time to get it

Boy I was taught to get it till it’s gone Even when I got it,

watch me get it like I don’t

[Hook]

[Outro]

Right Now, Woah, (x6) Ok, this to all my enemies, that see me gettin’ guap right now See me gettin’ guap right now, hell yeah won’t stop rigth now See me gettin’ guap right now, hell na won’t stop right now Hell na won’t stop right now, see me gettin’ guap right now

Big sean – Ass Dance

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Ass ass ass ass ass

Ass ass ass ass ass

Ass ass ass ass ass

Stop…..now make that motherf*cker hammer time like…

[Verse 1 - Big Sean]

Wobble-dy wobble-dy wa wobble wobble

I'm st-stacking my paper my wallet look like a bible

I got girlies half naked that shit look like the grotto

How your waist anorexic and then your a$$ is colossal

Drop that ass make it boomerang

Take my belt off b*tch I'm Pootie Tang

Tippy tow tippy tay you gonna get a tip today

F*ck that you gonna get some d*ck today

I walk in with my crew and I'm breaking they necks

I'm looking all good I'm making her wet

They pay me respect they pay me in checks

And if she look good she pay me in sex

Bounce that ass (ass) it's the roundest

You the best b*tch, you deserve a crown b*tch

Right on that,

[Hook]

Ass ass ass ass ass

Ass ass ass ass ass

Ass ass ass ass ass

Stop…..now make that motherf*cker hammer time like…

Go stupid, go stupid, go stupid

[Verse 2 - Nicki Minaj]

Wobbledy wobble, wo-wo-wobble, wobbin'

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Ass so fat, all these bitches' p-ssies is throbbin'

Bad bitches, I'm your leader, Phantom by the meter

Somebody point me to the best ass-eater

I Tell 'im "P-ssy clean!" I tell them "P-ssy squeaky!"

Niggas give me brain 'cause all of them niggas geeky

If he got a mandingo, then I buy him a dashiki

And bust this p-ssy open in the islands of Waikikiiiiii…

Kiss my ass and my anus, 'cause it's finally famous

And it's finally soft, yeah, it's finally solved!

I don't know, man, guess them ass shots were off!

Bitches ain't poppin', Google, my ass

Only time you on the net is when you Google my ass

Y-y-you f-ckin' little whores, fu-f-ckin' up my decors

Couldn't get Michael Kors if you was f-ckin' Michael Kors

B-B-Big Sean, b-boy, how big is you?

Gimme all yo' money and gimme all yo' residuals

Then slap it on my ass, ass, ass…

[Hook]

[Big Sean]

Woah, white girls, black girls, tall girls, fat girls

shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass

Shake that ass, shake that Ass, shake that ass

go, go

Short girls, small girls, skinny girls, all girls

shake that ass shake that ass, shake that ass

Shake that ass, shake that Ass, shake that ass

And I want all of that,

[Hook]

Go stupid!

Tyga – Faded Lyrics Featuring: Lil Wayne

[Tyga]
Young Nino, fuck a bitch in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B though, Pimp C, R.I.P though
I goes deep in that pussy: Dan Marino
She wanna be the one, fuck her to my own single
Break a bitch heart, no future: Miss Cleo
Snapback, au-au-automatic reload
Flyer than a fucking beetle, you can’t beat ‘em
Vampire fuck up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don’t believe it, stripe like A-fucking-didas
The gun Selena, give a nigga Bieber fever
Real fucking hot, put it in park
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You's a bop, give me top top, as I load the whop
Man these niggas say I’m fly but to her I’m God

[Hook]
I’m faded faded faded
My nigga I’m faded faded faded

And I don’t give a fuck

[Tyga]
Fuck is up, nigga’s stomping in my Chucks
Yeah I make it reindeer, cause I’m all about my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, dick up in her cunt
And I put it in her hole, hole in one, putt putt
S-Super McNasty, why you McLovin
When the bitch call me daddy
Pimp, no Caddy, she wish she never had me
Treat her like a dog, called the bitch Lassie
Young savvy, bang her like Cincinnatti
Above average, f-fly like I’m Aladdin
They bend backwards, throw the pussy at them
I’m Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket
Balls in the air
No games, I’m serious, double dare
There’s too many bitches, why these niggas wanna stare
Pat Ron up in here, nigga this ain’t no beer

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Mama, there go that monster
Abracadabra, Magic Johnson
My motherfucking doctor said I need a doctor
So I called House, now I am a pill popper
Faded like skinnys, Young Money we winning
I told her if I change, she won’t get a penny
Milking this shit, pregnant bitch titties
Bringing home the bacon, I’m fucking Miss Piggy
Loaded like a semi, sen' me naked pictures
She knows my dick, she call that nigga Richard
Prior to me coming, I had to stick my thumb in
Her ass one time, smell my finger make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit: I worn it
She tried to jack me off, can’t beat it, join it
Tunechi, coochie, that what she call it
Flag scarlet, I killed it, mournin'

[Hook]