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#551 Posted: 31 Dec 2012 17:03

Busta Rhymes Ft J-doe And Reek Da Villain

Mula
Intro

Yo, yo, yo, yo…
Young Mul

[Hook: Big Sean]

Ain’t nothin’ more important than the mula
Ain’t nothin’ more important than the mula
Hallelujah, hallelujah, praise God, hallelujah

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

Every time I talk I got these niggas sayin’ “damn, he nice”
“Oh shit! Can’t believe it! Motherfuck! Jesus Christ!”
So many blocks of diamonds shinin’ on me like a big piece of ice
Cook that coke up for the hood like a nigga got a pot full of peas and rice
Yeah…
You see we off to the future
I don’t mingle with broke niggas ‘cause I don’t talk to losers
Okay – yeah, I know – you niggas heard them rumors
It’s official (Conglomerate) Cash Money, Young Mula
Pop a bottle, pour liquor on the floor
Pop a molly, then I fuck a couple hoes
Pop a band, see all this money on my soul
And I will pop you band in case a nigga didn’t know
Ain’t nothin’ more important than the mula
See how I swag on a bitch like it’s nothin’, dippity doo da!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Reek Da Villain]

Nothin’ more important than the mula
All the Spanish bitches call me Papi Chula
Stay on deck, I always got the Ruger
Face shot make ‘em look like Freddy Kruger
Mercy – please lord, show me mercy
I was faded off the molly when I fucked that bitch raw
Please let her not have herpes
‘Cause I swear if a bitch ever burn me
I’mma shoot a hoe down like Worthy
These niggas walk around with they mouth
pants on some 300 shit lookin’ like Xerxes
Real Gs over here, that trill shit
You girl asked me, did I use a steel dick?
Naw hoe – that’s that third leg 9 flow
I be on that pimp shit like Chicago
And a nigga flip cane like Pablo
And y’all niggas look like 5-0
Askin’ ‘bout all my slimes, yo
‘Cause we booked a team, but homie for the green
We put nines on niggas like Rondo
‘Glomerate, YMC, yo, bombin’ shit
Big Bs to the Billy Badass niggas that be on that Tony Montana shit

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J-Doe]

Ain’t nothin’ more important than the dollar bill
I’m goin’ hard and I go harder once I got a ‘mil
This white girl just popped a pill and told me “cop a feel”
Okay, this road to riches, come with a lot thrills!
My flow is cold, bitch, I just caught a chill
I mean my flow is hot like it’s on the grill
You m’fuckas better know the drill
A lot of niggas rappin’, but none of them is real
Shows, clothes, dough, yeah, I get all the above
The DJ spinnin’ all my shit when I walk in the club
A thousand beehives, I got a bigger buzz
Yeah, I’m addicted to the mula, I can’t get enough!

[Hook]

[Outro: Big Sean]

Where my real niggas that’s gon’ ride for me?
Where my fine freaks that’s gon’ ride for me?
Where my real niggas that’s gon’ ride for me?
Where my fine freaks that’s gon’ ride for me

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#552 Posted: 31 Dec 2012 17:06

Busta Rhymes ft. Reek Da Villian, J-Doe

My Type Of Party

[Intro]

‘Glomerate, nigga
Yo Flizzy, you know we one and the same
This our type of party, nigga
You know what I’m sayin’, like…
J-Doe!
These bitches actin’ out, we love it though
Bussa Buss, nigga
Yeah
Spill it
Check it
It’s my type of party
Scratch it up
Quiet Storm, me and T, nigga

[Verse 1: Reek Da Villain]

It’s Strong Island, I’m Neo
Run the jungle with Leos
Blunted but I keep C notes
Kill niggas in trios
Smoke weed with my PO
Pop mollys with Geo
Fuck bitches with Tyga
And I get money stacks with Cee Lo
Birdman is my homie
Busta Rhymes is my brodie
I don’t trust these bitches
Carryin’ monsters like they Cody
Say I’m trill if they know me
Sue woo to my homies
Saint Ives bottle in my hand
But I’m in the club carrying that 40
Came with bitches that’s bocky
Know they bad, so they cocky
Struttin’ hard through that lobby
Headed outside to ride my Bugatti
They got drunk in this party
Now these bitches all horny
And I was foamin like Roddie
So I pulled it out and let the bitch blow me
Get my jewelry from Jacob
I don’t shop at Benny’s
Chain yellow and red
Shit looks like at Wendy’s
Money stacks, I got plenty
Look at my feet, my shoes, they say Fendi
In a trap spot I’m vamping like Jerry
Cooking that work up like it’s Denny’s

[Hook]

Your girl got a cute face
Her friend got a nice body
And they just wanna have fun
This my type of party
Twenty bitches in the lobby
There’s plenty bitches in my lobby
And they all drinkin’, they smokin’
This my type of party

[Verse 2]

Bitch we bubble like soda
Sellin’ these verses like coca
Bitch respect my persona
Or I’ll leave your ass up in a coma
What’s poppin’? Slam, okra
Twistin’ it good like yoga
Kiss your bitch then I stroke her
They complain ‘cause I got too much exposure
All of my meals I eat kosher
Blackout, break a nigga shoulder
Put the ratchet back up in the holster
Sick with it like I was pneumonia
I like your chain but it’s a loaner
Can’t talk to me, nigga hold up
Short breath nigga, I’m a grownup
See the space shuttle when a nigga roll up
Shift the clusters when I touch that gas
It’s must a nigga bust that ass
In disgust the way you lust that trash
While we in the club and now we got it on smash
Smashin’ every arena
International Visa
When I’m done a nigga need FEMA
Can’t breathe, got emphysema
White lines on a black table, zebra
Sniff coke, become another creature
Tiptoeing on top of the speaker
Bitch, strip club dance like a ballerina
See me move with my army
Fuck you niggas, I’m sorry
With my caviar and my coffee
Bitch this my type of party

[Hook]

[Verse 3: J-Doe]

Bad hoe in my place
Stacked with a nice body
She just talkin’ ‘bout fuckin’
That’s my type of party
Twenty hoes tryin’ to call me
It’s plenty hoes tryin’ to call me
And niggas tryin’ to be next
That’s my type of party, okay
Ridin’ round in my space ship
Fresh off of vacation
My bitch look amazing
Your bitches look basic
Hear your shit and change stations
My style is looking like greatness
Your swag need some donations (hold up)
Shout out to my boy Dom
LA niggas, we on
Tyga, Problem & Kendrick
Game & YG let’s get it
I’m killin’ the verse with no problem
Don’t rehearse and don’t write ‘em
I just mob in that booth
Whatever I do sound awesome

[Hook]

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#553 Posted: 31 Dec 2012 17:12

Busta Rhymes Ft. Reek Da Villian & J-Doe

All Gold Everything

Intro: Busta Rhymes

Ayo, why you niggas wanna try to complicate shit?
Why y’all niggas wanna try to ask me questions now?
Y’all know what the fuck I do, man
Don’t ask me shit, man

[Hook]

Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Cold all in my watch, don’t believe me just watch
Don’t believe just watch
Don’t believe just watch
Don’t believe just watch
Don’t believe just watch
Gold all in my chain, gold all in my ring
Cold all in my watch, don’t believe me just watch

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]

Get up off my block, nigga
See the gold Musson drop top, nigga?
Pinky ring make a bitch fart, nigga
30-karat yellow canary rock, in her
Look, you got nerve lil’ nigga
King Tut ready, to the curb, lil’ nigga
I hope you listenin’ to every word, lil’ nigga
Full course comin’, this the hors d’oeuvre, lil’ nigga
Three-kilo gold Cuban on my neck, homie
Three dice roll Cee-Lo when I bet only
All gold uniform like my name Kobe
All gold unicorn pendent on my trophy
World champ of this whole shit, niggas know me
So much gold niggas bitches call me Goldie
Did so much for the game, niggas owe me
For the co-sign I’m the one you gotta go see
Before you niggas try to approach me
Just know I’m in the corner, kinda busy where the hoes be
I’m the coke layin’ under where they nose be
You the joke, niggas laughing at you low key
Now get to know the way the bro live
Derek Lam gold frames up on my nose bridge
Gold Ace bottles fillin’ up my whole fridge
Showcase models, nails, toes did
Solid gold, kid

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

Gold all in my chain, gold all on my wall
Not only do I kill verses, but I wrote all of your favourite songs
Chris Brown, Jamie Foxx, killer rollin’ in tank
Yeah I got plaques all on my wall, and I got stacks all in my bank
Nigga, nigga, nigga
How the fuck can you hate, ungh
When I’m just doin’ my thing? Aye!
What other nigga you know, write pop songs, rap and make base? None
I am original, these other rappers sound typical
I got it locked in the figure-four
And they could never see me, I’m invisible
And I got…

[Verse]

Gold chain on my frame with the gold Jesus
Whole bank in my jeans I’m a gold Visa
Gold bling in my ring like a Saints helmet
Gold rappers on my dick then your girl pelvis
Fuck, boy… we don’t fuck with no broke dudes
My jewelry game is bicoastal
And my piece is on my stomach like soul food
Your homie snitchin’, he so fool
Over bread I’mma show him what the toast do
Seein’ lines in HD like Pro Tools
Then hit the Hamptons and throw on my boat shoes
Cruise the Atlantic, stoppin’ out in Trinidad
Make a movie, turn a island into Cinemax
Gold album would appear from a pen and pad…
Assemble that…

Hook

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#554 Posted: 31 Dec 2012 17:20

Busta Rhymes Ft. Q-Tip

Poetic Justice

Verse 1: Busta Rhymes

Look, tell me what you really wanna see
I had the greatest experince
You can have video, what’s it gonna be?
I had to say it, wowin’, my heartbeat started poundin’
Walked on the set while she got dressed
and cocked wings on her outfit
Janet, why you doin’ this to me?
At the time I couldn’t believe we both were starrin’ in this movie
You in my video, you know a nigga loved it
I spent 2.4 million on the fuckin’ budget
All my jewelry flooded, see how the kid was on?
First rap nigga album you’re ever featured on
And I was weak in the Lord
Despite the things we said
My first words to Hype Williams is “I can’t believe this dream”
Shot a solo scene, I tried to make mines better
But I love when we shot together
And we rubbed up on each other
But I’m a little jealous, Tip
Your tongue went in her mouth
In that Poetic Justice movie, from what I can account
You know what we be ‘bout…

Any time, huh?
Any place, baby?

Now, you know, at the time, I was really… I really had my crush on shorty, man, you know what I mean? Yeah, I was in love with shorty since she was Benny and all that on Good Times and shit, you know what I mean? Ayo, come one, you’s a fucked up dude for doin’ that to me, man, you broke my heart with that, man.

[Verse 2: Q-Tip]

Come on, Buss, you know how many dudes say that to me? Like…
Once a day – girl, truly
We grew up with her through the lens of a camera
Didn’t have much, but dare said I’m havin’ her
Shorty was the joint, here’s my case and point
Me and ‘Pac rollin’ L’s in the trailer
Both of us get to schemin’ how to nail her
First movie ‘bout to come out in the theatre
Pleasure principle, butt to the makeup truck
So ill, I gave her my code
We kissed, I took her control
We swapped as all the film rolled
A marathon, we kept this good thing goin’
Sunset, the moon, it came on
In my mind it would prolong
Listen… the scene was deaded, but I wanted my own edit
Me and Justice kissin’ keep it goin’, two pros with credit
A memorable summer in ’92 out in Cali
When I got back up top my niggas asked about the fatty
And did I smash her madly, to that I had to answer
Negative, but I’d give anything to be her dancer
A captivatin’ lady, I used to be her baby
Good Times, they never fadin’
Look back and celebrate Poetic Justice…

[Outro: Janet Jackson]

At any time, and any place
I don’t care who’s around

In the thundering rain
You stare into my eyes…

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#555 Posted: 31 Dec 2012 17:38

Busta Rhymes Ft Reek Da Villian And J-doe

What You Know About It

Intro

Nigga, you know who the fuck we is
That conglomerate

(Verse)

Fuck boy, I’m a money ho
I chunk and rough you nigga ‘fore you ever see my money low
Alfredo, I got fettuccini
They be rappin talkin all that money, they ain’t never seen
Friend like you getting bank row
Nigga, you don’t make dough
Birthday over 1 slice, slap the cake though
They be on that funny shit, we e on that money shit
Catch us drinkin, pull up on that bong and you were 20-50
Rap life, trap life, black-white stash pipes
Back streets maskin a watsell for the flash lights
Yo girl what is up DO? She ain’t have to ask twice
Bitch, I’ll fuck her in the mouth like it’s my last life
Cocaine cowboy, long L&D boy
Now what’s wrong when that thing glowing Leroy
Black & yellow, Smith & Wesson, that’s my Bumblebee toy
And they gon reminisce over yo ass, trouble T Roy
Yea yea, when I let that thing blow
The whole club sleeping on the floor like it’s Hangover
Monday it’s Julian’s, Tuesday it’s green house
Wednesday in bout er, I’mma pull out all the screaming let it go

(Hook x2)

What you know about it?
Getting green, whip crème,
What you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
Don’t never see a broke motherfucker round me

(Verse)

Mad machete, bust rhymes, you ain’t ready boy
I’m fuckin something up when it’s coming to that feddy boy
Little lame niggas better get your parachute and jump
Get up off my plane before my niggas parachute you up
Think I’m saying peace when I throw them fucking deuces up
I’m only sick of the niggas that start hanging the nooses up
Break the tree branch just to beat you
There he go!
Chopping body parts and let the pigs eat you
Hoes, through every part of your body we can see through
Continue blowin the cannon, I wouldn’t wanna be you
I let it go like I’m sick of hearin voices
Spend money like a nigga cop the fleet of Rolls Royces
Glad to purchase everything while exploring the choices
Then enjoy eating the food like I’m eating lobsters and oysters
Time and time again I gotta walk and how a fiend walk
I’m done speaking to niggas, I’mma left the homie don’t care

(Hook x2)

What you know about it?
Getting green, whip crème,
What you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
Don’t never see a broke motherfucker round me

(Verse)

Brought 20 thou out and I’mma blow it
The man pulling 15 hundred out just to show it
If shorty ain’t drinkin hard liquor we MO it
To the tally suite acting one she could ho it
She gon swallow all of me, I’mma blow her brains out
My kids need a place to live, her mouth like a safe house
Loud packin kush and that good’s got me spaced out
Standing on the sofas, straight and swaggin all my ways out
And my new true slow Busta long sleeve
Looking like I need to be posing under palm trees
Haha, and I’m quittin to let my volster
Unemployed gangsta nigga, you don’t want no work
We live by the hustler testament
We cup a brick and take it to the floor like we wrestle it
Throw it in the pond with the fish and we strapped to it
We go and hug the corner like we sexing it, fuck boy
18 will on jury getting truck boy
G’d up, don’t be a hater, let him come boy
My clothing black Nina, call a lady lurking
In her mouth you see it going down and she gon give it up like oh

(Hook)

What you know about it?
Getting green, whip crème,
What you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
Don’t never see a broke motherfucker round me

What you know about it?
Getting green, whip crème,
What you know about it?
Put them, put them hands up if you know about it
You ain’t never seen a broke motherfucker round me

Let it go…

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#556 Posted: 3 Jan 2013 23:15

by Mike Will Made It Ft. Gucci Mane & Future

Any Many Miny Mo

[Hook: Gucci Mane]

Any Many miny mo, I dont know which way to go
any many miny mo, all em all wear a rose
Anymany miny mo, thats the way I pick my hoes
thats the way I pick my hoes
any many miny mo, should I cook? or
do so cook a for?

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

I went to sleep on top of bai (I went to sleep on top of bail)l
I woke up I was high as hell (woke up I was high as hell)
cant leave my house with out my scale (cant leave the house without)
I love the 6′s but hate the 12′s
8 arms like an octopussy, 8 kinds thats an octokushy
30 grand I profit, I bought my girl a new pocket book (Gucci)
Gucci Mane Im overboard, I;m cookin dope in overlook
all … I don did, all I guess Im a over crook
a jet full of dope and it just landed
this softball Im pitching to ya underhanded
buy drop tops in the winter time, cause I’m on Miami beach
eating good like its dinner time, dime with two Miami freaks

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Future]

Jimmy Christian, Gucci, Louie, tell me which one I should do
black Puerto Rican white tell me which one I should screw
Presidential roley bright, all em off what can ya do?
.. coming up my beak pieces man I’m super cool
the bets came in, the white came in, the pistol came in, the molly too
astronaut they a rockstar, man Im so confused
I’m outta place, Im on the Earth
drop a duece, whip it first
break a for, do it now
remote controllin on my turf
5 star Macdonalds, man Im drinkin out the funnel
with Chanel or emilio which one Im give me baby mama
I just call me a negro , coming out f…
Michael … Im hit em with that counterfeit
or keep it a thousan eh…

Hook

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#557 Posted: 3 Jan 2013 23:19

Mike Will Made It Ft Young Jeezy

Gangster Bitch

[Intro: Mike Will Made It]

World Premiere, world fuckin premiere,
what? true love, established in 1989 2.5

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]

I want a real bitch man fuck a girlfriend
wanna ride wit me, slide with me until the world ends
do the damn thing, we gon live like stars
until the Feds come through and repo the cars
until the DEA kicked the door at the crib
until the ATF know exactly where we live
first night we met yeah, I knew I had to have her right then
right now nigga, not a moment after
know the magic in my hands yeah, everytime I grab her
last thing she do to me is fuck another rapper
lifes too short and my money is too long
together everyday and bond is getting strong
feels like love I dunno what this is
last night I had a dream we had 50 kids
just me and bitch no time for the fellas
just me and my bitch think the homies gettin jealous
she whispered in my ear, she said she wanna thug with me
and in the same breathe she told me

[Hook: Young Jeezy]

Me and my gangster bitch, me and my gangster bitch
all a nigga need
Me and my gangster bitch, me and my gangster bitch
thats all a nigga want
Me and my gangster bitch, me and my gangster bitch
even when I’m dead broke, fucked up and high
she gon roll with me, we gon ride, we gon die

[Verse 2: Young Jeezy]

look, it dont matter if its daylight or nightime
as long as me and her together, it gon feel like the right time
might be going overboard, I think she my life line
I dont think another nigga got a bitch like mine
must be from heaven cause she feel heaven sent
say the right things to keep my confidence
tell me dont worry baby walk around the corner
sit back and chill nigga, smoke the marijuana
me and my bitch we dont fuss, we dont fight
and when we all alone I like to grip her real tight
cant go to sleep unless my baby spend the night
she on the left side of the bed, Im on the right
laid up, late night, smoke conversating
said she got tough with all these bitch niggas hatin
she told me dont worry cause its us against them all
and when the smokes clears, we gon be standing tall
just me and my bitch

Hook

Me and my gangster bitch, me and my gangster bitch (x5)

Hook

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#558 Posted: 4 Jan 2013 00:37

50 Cent Major Distribution Ft. Snoop Dogg Young Jeezy

Major Distribution

[Hook: 50 Cent (+ Snoop Dogg)

I’m trying to move 1 one brick, 2 brick, 3 bricks, four, more
I’m trying to move 5 bricks, 10 bricks, 20 bricks raw
(I smoke one ounce staring at the caddy on the showroom floor
Now I’m trying to move 5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, more
Boy)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]

Run tell the Bloods I’m Crip and go tell the Crips I’m Blood
Nigga, I be tripping, bitch, I don’t give a fuck
I put the K on niggas, I spray on niggas
Come through 2012, XJ on niggas
I’m a Apex predator, nigga, I’m strolling
Shooters on deck, I break bread and they own me
Niggas said I fell off, oh, you heard I fell off?
Why the fuck would you be repeating that?
Nigga, I’m a rap tycoon, make a 100 mill by June
Now who the fuck said I can’t rap, Jack?
I’m in a dope fiend’s dream, I got it for ‘em raw
That’s that morphin memories, except I’m breaking the law
I was born a problem, in the stroller with the llama
I’m violent, I kill a nigga, put that on my mama
Nah, nah, don’t tell me nothing about none of these niggas
I smoke all these niggas for this bread

Hook

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]

I give a fuck about a fed as I jump up outta bed
5 pounds, 10 pounds, 20 pounds, yeah
I’m trying to put this shit away
On the low, I need a hit a day, think you better get away
From my, oh, my, I got a bernie that’ll fire
From Cali to Kingston, back to NY
Snoop’s master kush, smoke 5 to 9
Come by and get you some pounds and now you flying high
Run with the metal with my foot to the pedal
G’s with the trees and the C’s on my level
5-0, you know I go hard, these fools caught me go hard
Head nigga in charge, this nigga soft as DeBarge
But I ain’t tripping, I’m just flipping my cheese
Cause if you really want the bomb come and fuck with your G’s
I got it, always kill, always will
Had that, sit that, my nigga get that, you hear that?

Hook

[Verse 3: Young Jeezy]
5 AM in the kitchen, nigga, I’m coughing
Bag full of white 8 balls, I’m going golfing
Now homie got killed last night, bought him a coffin
Retaliated the same night, made him a dolphin
Guess that’s the life of a yay flipper
Choppers making your get ass naked just like a stripper
Got camels for the jackets, home invaders, man
Them niggas coming all black like they Raiders fans
All I saw growing up was kilos and gangbanging
Then the homie taught me to whip, game changing
Now I’m breaking down birds on the coffee table
Yeah, and half them bitches sold before they off the table
Gotta look, nigga wanting my half, I’m gonna split it
The type of nigga work that bitch like it’s a skillet
Sold them more water, stretching like it’s elastic
Weigh it up in 250′s, wrap it up in plastic, yeah

Hook

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#559 Posted: 10 Jan 2013 23:48

Wale feat. Trinidad James

Flat Out

Intro

We find Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for the Daily

Planet walking the streets when from out of nowhere super hearing picks up…

Double M G
Double M G
Double M G
Double M G
Official
Double M G
We flat out so to speak
Let’s get it
Bounce bounce bounce fool

(Hook)

Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)

(Verse1: Wale)

Told you niggas you not fuck with us
Hope you niggas do not fuck with us
You caught feelings cuz it caught the attention
She caught a flight, I thought I caught er now, what?
Shout out to my brothers doe
For me too, you gon sure haters when you love our hoes
All echelon, God bless my soul
Call for mic, infectious flow
Callin mine vocab ain’t good but the suit I was in ain’t had no buzz
These rap niggas never had me shook
I am from a town that is ran by crooks
Get the work from outta town for the money and the power
Niggas step on all the platter like is alley fuck
No yap yap, come get at me first
No nigga better act your worth
Understand niggas got to be heard
Why the fuck niggas got to be heard?

(Hook)

Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)

(Verse2:Trinidad James)

I usually don’t do freestyles cuz my style ain’t freak nigga
I stay fresh from head to toe
I stay fly from the feet up
I see you’re looking for a real nigga
Bitch, look up and you’ll see us
You looking for your bitch nigga
Don’t look up, she with Jesus Lord
I say hallelujah, bitch pop the pussy
Cuz she raise her hand and pop the pussy
I’m with Wale, that’s MMG
And that molly make her go woo
And that money make me show off
I say my grind with the rack dawg
I’m a real nigga don’t do head tho
My mama krill with my stash house
In the easy box, nigga oh lord
Nigga ziplocked in my Concorde
They tell affairs, I don’t give a fuck
I’m the man now, I’m the man now
And that’s DC to the A Town
I said DC to the A Town
I’m gonna fuck niggas, that’s hands down
But in DC they stay flat out

Hook

Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)
Where’s your set ball? Me and my niggas we flat out
(Double M G, Double M G… that BOA, that BOA…)

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#560 Posted: 10 Jan 2013 23:50

Wale feat. 2 Chainz

GetMeDoe

Hook

Get me doe (get me doe)
Get me doe (get me doe)
Where your hood at? Nigga get me doe (get me doe)
Get me doe (get me doe)
My nigga let em know

(Intro)

Where you off Bron
Aye, tell me where you off Bron
Hold up, tell me where yall from in here
Tell me where yall from in here
2 Chainz!

(Verse1:2 Chainz)

Long hair, I don’t give a fuck
Last night I prayed that God would make a Bentley truck
Get the bucks quick as fuck and I got my semi tuck
But if I pull my semi out, af like you’d better duck
Ask me where I’m from, I should tell you no lie
So many niggas with me you would think I work for The Rider
Okay enough with the lyin, you know I’m tougher than iron
And everything I do is big, I’m talkin Christopher Wale
So much money on me, there I so no fin in my wallets
And these a rockin republic so it won’t fit in my pockets
Swag her on the trinny so you divided by fire
That mean it still on a billion survive like Destiny Child
Turned up, word up, chainz hang to my sternum
Favorite room is the kitchen, I came up with the yolo
You know I live for today and I’mma do what they do
I’m so fresh I spell sob with a F, yah

(Hook)

Get me doe (get me doe)
Where your hood at? Nigga get me doe (get me doe)
Get me doe (get me doe)
My nigga let em know

(Interlude)

Like goddamn motherfuckers
See you out her holmes
Goddamn!
Aye 106 cool down man, cool down snear
The fuck man?
Aye! Tell me where yall from

(Bridge)

Where yall from?
Tell me where yall from
Tell me where yall from in here
Tell me where yall from in here

(Verse2:Wale)

Motherfuck that other side, motherfuck that other side
Shittin on these niggas, must’ve been something in that home grew pot
Look, get me doe
Somebody get me doe
LeBron call me daddy, she call you get me doe
Ralph dough, up top to the south though
Fuck all of that back talk, wherever I go I make the cap go
Crack flow without trap do’
Still stackin my racks though
Since all days I got em out the way
Like 6-40 at a back show
Wuddup Mogo? My old home if you don’t know
How I ball like number 10
Me and all my harm I don’t want full
Give me doe, 40 night I’m so great there
Shout out Mayfare, this city cold, yall stay fair
Word up Chain, go for 100
Tori drive out the Cortis, Buey state no alumni
Been there park out the bucket and the shower some youngins
This is jaywalk in the town, I know some classic Kentucky let’s go

(Hook + Bridge x2)

Get me doe (get me doe)
Where your hood at? Nigga get me doe (get me doe)
Get me doe (get me doe)
My nigga let em know

Where yall from?
Tell me where yall from
Tell me where yall from in here
Tell me where yall from in here

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