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Nicki Minaj – Dirty Money (Freestyle) Lyrics

February 21, 2012     No comments

Nicki Minaj – Dirty Money (Freestyle) Lyrics

i don’t wanna sound mad
i feel marvelous right now
dirty money

tell the bitch with the crown who run like chris brown
round three round i’ma need to hundred town
like china town bitch is better ..down
oh you ain’t know bet the bitches know now
f*ck i gotta let em know that i’m the one
way i ride the .they salute me in the slum
in the six hun’ the color the bubble gum
i’m with the nigga spits and with ym nigga bit crum
yes i’m the one i’m the mother f*cking one
no more wait then the big..pun
bitches talk slip but they ain’t sayin none
man ’cause i’m bad two sticks in my bon
yes sir look what i’ve done
they run run run when i come
i’m stickin with ..let me tell you where i’m from
please little mama ..

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Rihanna Ft. Chris Brown – Birthday Cake (Remix) Lyrics

February 21, 2012     No comments

Rihanna Ft. Chris Brown – Birthday Cake (Remix) Lyrics

hmmmm uuuh hmmmm
come and put your name on it
put your name on it
come and put your name on it
your name
bet you wanna put your name on it
put your name on it
come and put your name on it
b-b-b-b-b-b-uh

it’s not even my birthday
but he want to lick the icing off
i know you want it in the worst way
can’t wait to blow my candles out
he want that cake, cake,
cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake

uuh baby, i like it
you so excited
don’t try to hide it
i’mma make you my bitch.
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake

i know you wanna bite this
its so enticin’
nothin’ else like this
i’mma make you my bitch.

and it’s not even my birthday (my birthday)
but you wanna put your name on it
and it’s not even my birthday (my birthday)

chris brown:
girl, i wanna f-ck you right now.
been a long time. i been missin your body.
lemme lemme turn the lights down
when i, when i go down it’s a private party.
uuh it’s not even her birthday,
but i wanna lick the icing off.
give it to her in the worst way.
can’t wait to blow her candles off.
i want that
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake

ooh baby, i like it
you so excited
don’t try to hide it
i’mma make you my bitch
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake

ooh baby, i like it
you so excited
don’t try to hide it
i’mma make you my bitch
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake

chris brown:
doggy want to hit it
give me heart attack and throw it back
now watch me get it
you know this but you the shit
damn, girl you pretty
blowing out you candles now let me make a couple wishes!

rihanna:
remember how you did it?
remember how you did it?
if you still wanna kiss it
come, come and get it
sweeter than a rice cake
cake worth sipping
kill it, tip it, cake, fill it
if you sexy and you know it
and you ain’t afraid to show it
put a candle on my motherf-cking
back baby blow it.
love the way you do when you do it like that
show up with the stacks
bring the racks on my racks
wrap it, wrap it up boy
while i take this bow off
top that, top that yeah
i know i’m such a show off
daddy make a wish
put this cake in your face
and it’s not even my birthday (birthday)

chris brown:
uuh it’s not even her birthday (birthday)
but i wanna lick the icing off (icing off)
give it to her in the worst way (worst way)
can’t wait to blow her candles off (candles off)
i want that!

rihanna:
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake

ooh baby, i like it
you so excited
don’t try to hide it
i’mma make you my bitch
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake, cake
cake, cake, cake
x2

put your name on it.

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Chris Brown Ft. Rihanna – Turn Up The Music (Remix) Lyrics

February 21, 2012     No comments

Chris Brown Ft. Rihanna – Turn Up The Music (Remix) Lyrics

turn up the music, cause this song just came on
turn up the music, if they try to turn us down
turn up the music, can i hear it til the speakers blow
turn up the music, fill your cup and drink it down
if you’re sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
if you’re sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
turn up the music, just turn it up loud
turn up the music, i need it in my life, yeah
turn up the music, just turn it up loud
turn up the music, i need it in my life, yeah
oh, oh, oh, oh
turn up the music
oh, oh, oh, oh
turn up the music

turn up the music
tu-turn up the…
turn up the music, cause i feel a little turned on
turn up the music, don’t you try to turn me down
turn up the music, and i feel just a little bount
turn up the music, turn me down
if you’re sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
if you’re sexy and you know it put your hands up in the air
put your hands up in the air, girl, put your hands up
turn up the music, just turn it up loud
turn up the music, i need it in my life, yeah
turn up the music, just turn it up loud
turn up the music, i need it in my life, yeah
oh, oh, oh, oh
turn up the music
oh, oh, oh, oh
turn up the music

turn up the music
tu-turn up the…
see it rise baby you are the one who ..
so let’s go tonight and do whatever it takes to make it right
just turn it up just turn it up
just turn it up just turn it up
just turn it up just turn it up
just turn it up just turn it up
i love you baby

turn up the music, just turn it up loud
turn up the music, i need it in my life, yeah
turn up the music, just turn it up loud
turn up the music, i need it in my life, yeah
oh, oh, oh, oh
turn up the music
oh, oh, oh, oh
turn up the music

turn it up
turn it up
turn it up
turn it up
turn it up
turn up the music

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Kid Cudi – Dose Of Dopeness Lyrics

February 20, 2012     No comments

Kid Cudi – Dose Of Dopeness Lyrics

moving without moving. pure crush groovin’
right on track, right on and i’m back
rap ex-lax, yeah i be pooing on ‘em
damn right, mr cudi he be dippin’ on ‘em
say it loud, you all want the new new
explorer like dora
thats how i got a clue too
so f-cking underground, barely on youtube
till day n nite now they al got a clue who
took me a minute man, took me a while
hard headed nigga, ever since i was wild a child
but my ambitions made bitches beg for intentions
dj’s unmixing they mixes just to toss in some cudder
and i tried to tell my mother, but she aint understand
figure i’m some other
but see my mommy ‘aint a fronter
so nowadays she calls me a bad motherfucker

and, just when it seemed that the game is hopeless
we arranged some things for a dose of dopeness
i, i do, what i do
and, i, i do, what i do

and, just when it seemed that the game is hopeless
we arranged some things for a dose of dopeness
i, i do, what i do
and, i, i do, what i do

do my little dance
sippin’ out of cup
all my people in the back
my people in the front

i, i do, what i do
and, i, i do, what i do, do

do my little dance
sippin’ outta cup
pulling up my pants
she come walkin’ up
and i’m like..

i, i do, what i do
and, i, i do, what i do, do

wooooooo, nigga!
y’all motherfuckers need to understand the fuckin’ game
shit ain’t gon’ change unless a motherfucker come in this shit, switch it up
niggas need to open they fuckin’ minds, nigga!
cause this is some shit, that ya’ll niggas ain’t ready for

movin’ without movin’
pure crush groovin’
right on track, right on and i’m back
you make songs about some new dances
i make songs ’bout the black man advancements
i’m talkin’ classic homie
i’m talkin’ monumental
and i don’t need much
but dot instrumentals
that’s how i lay the stencil
me smilin’ up out the window
i’m in the leaner dome
that’s my crib on the moon
and i’m livin’ in hotel rooms
in the mirror, laughing at my crooked tooth
how a nigga eat, is how a nigga speak
and how a nigga live, is sacrifice what’s big
and i’mma say it right before the hook
maybe in due time, pimpin’, i’ma write a book
but now i’ma play my andre 3000
and dream about an island wit’ model girls eyein’

um, hello…
hey baby…
um…yeah
some people call me cudi
some people call me scott
it don’t matter what you want to call me, as long as you call me something
as long as you call me, baby
but umm
you know
you seem real pretty
and i ain’t talkin’ bout how you look
i’m talkin’ bout your vibe
your vibe is pretty
i’m pretty hungry
you wanna get something to eat
sip on something
where we going?
the moon

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Justin Bieber Ft. Far East Movement – Live My Life Lyrics

February 20, 2012     No comments

Justin Bieber Ft. Far East Movement – Live My Life Lyrics

Lyrics Soon!

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Tyga Ft. Big Sean – I’m Gone Lyrics

February 18, 2012     No comments

Tyga Ft. Big Sean – I’m Gone Lyrics

looking around glass, my future is in the past
i’m re-arranging my life, i’m single and now i laugh
all of the moments we had, beginning and just the end
at the end, stealing friends, heard i was on your hit list
damn, now i’m driving ferrarris fucking random bitches
people saying i made it but i don’t feel too different
wayne told me “close your eyes, they’ll never see your vision”
so i stay ready to die behind these biggie lenses
reinventing all the audemars/breguet shit
just left the hood, word to the 5th dist
bout to cop a ? roof like diddy
and my city color purple nigga, no ceiling
it takes time when you plying on the beat
i kill it, i bet i kill it
producer witness to see
bitches stand on their feet, handicap get out your seat
got that buzz: lil b, sting a bitch: ali
comparing tighter rappers, but my songs greater
just compare me to dope dealers and ball players
cause i’m a dope ass nigga and i ball, player
never save a ho, can’t even get a life saver
we gon fuck out way to the top and fall later
so i’mma fuckin never call her later
skinny nigga got my weight up
middle finger to my haters, why you chasing? we erase em
mufucka i’m gone!

middle finger to my haters, mufucka why you hating? i’m gone
i ain’t really wanna do it but i did it to em, nigga i’m gone
leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, i’m gone
even though i’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, i’m gone

she fuckin with me, these niggas ain’t fuckin with me
got my mind on my money, my money piling up hundreds
you say you did it, i done it
you old nigga, i’m younger
you fold up under pressure
i’m good straight in ?
bitches pecking my wood: wood chuckka chuckka
never gave 2 fucks: double rubbers
now your color turn your face to a red gusher
and your girl stick it to me like a car bumper
never depended on anyone co-dependent
kept my thoughts to myself, i don’t need opinions
no middle mans, in the middle of my sands
niggas thing they sweet, they can’t even pay their incidentals
i’m instrumental, on any instrumental
i ain’t pullin teeth, nigga better hide your pillow
to these rappers to the fucking grizzle
bad to the bone, red zippers, mike jizzle, i’m gone

middle finger to my haters, mufucka why you hating? i’m gone
i ain’t really wanna do it but i did it to em, nigga i’m gone
leave the beat shit alone, leave the bullshit at home, i’m gone
even though i’m out of here, nigga gotta keep it real, i’m gone

finally famous in this..
i say, fuck sleep stayed up
fuck you, pay up
always got the paycheck
never took a pay cut
payday will be worth all the broke nights i stayed up
so in my cup i’m mixing up whatever dreams are made of
not too many young g’s made of what i am
so i was waiting on a doctor man, patient as i am
i guess a young d-boy made it into a man
with girls half-naked around like we finna land the sand
red-eyes to rome and they connecting to france
with some bomb-ass pussy, that bitch came straight from iran
my jewelry made in japan, i’m off california drugs
and where i made my money? nigga, all of the above
i could count my inner circle on my hands and my feet
passing joints long as a branch cause it’s family tree
doing “kush-ups” man cause the weed too strong
i’m a g + 1 what’s that muthafuck? that’s gone

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Tyga Ft. T-Pain – Celebration Lyrics

February 18, 2012     No comments

Tyga Ft. T-Pain – Celebration Lyrics

i ain’t gotta do nothing, i ain’t gotta say shit,
everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it’s a fucking celebration
yeah, everything is alright, i propose a toast to the greatest
you be get up on this grind shit baby
it’s a fucking celebration

wiling in this bitch cause i’m better
models at my table when they down for whatever
it’s a cold world so it’s heat in my leather
we gonna make it rain, we ain’t tripping off the weather
work day suit removed… jay baby baby let me put you on game
i got that crazy crazy eye drive you insane
every play … make these niggas know my name
t raw, young star, gringo, shining hard…
if you ain’t sipping and you tripping better drink more
too many dicks on the field trying to get yours
what your home girl don’t know
won’t hurt her so girl let go
they say they ain’t tricking nigga got it
but we ain’t tricking … got it, so

i ain’t gotta do nothing, i ain’t gotta say shit,
everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it’s a fucking celebration
yeah, everything is alright, i propose a toast to the greatest
you be get up on this grind shit baby
it’s a fucking celebration

fly, fly niggas do fly thangs
overseas, i can put you on my dream team
high king, …2 rings, yeah we on one
we ain’t never done, it’s small fun when you living how we living
big living room, beautiful women
baby take your shoes off, she just trying to kick it
gone down town now, she gonna let me kiss it
so good, yep yep, young money and we all good
all my homies in the …wish a nigga would
if a nigga could, i don’t think he should
getting money, rocking clubs like t woods
bright lights like we living in the sky
erybody put your hands high
it ain’t tricking nigga got it
but we ain’t tricking … got it, so

i ain’t gotta do nothing, i ain’t gotta say shit,
everybody put your cups up and roll the blunts up, it’s a fucking celebration
yeah, everything is alright, i propose a toast to the greatest
you be get up on this grind shit baby
it’s a fucking celebration

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