Tag: Miami

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
When I was on ‘gram entertaining all the rap beefs
We was on the hood goin’ to war on the backstreets
Bulletproof Caddy like who said they gon’ get at me
Pull up in your hood, niggas running like a track meet
No more Rollies, I’m just buying more properties
Young niggas watching me, give ’em that game properly
Past go twice, skip jail, build a monopoly
Don’t let ’em trick you outta your spot
Nigga you gotta be retard or you could treat me out this new Gallardo
Since I been gettin’ it, ain’t miss a season from Ricardo
Tisci when they see me, know me at Wells Fargo
Still rappin’ like it’s no tomorrow
So I don’t have to stand, let me borrow
And let you in my circle, but that’s coming with a cost though
You don’t work, you gon’ starve yo
Dime in the crib, tip-toeing on the marble
Rockin’ all this ice, I’m just tryna hide my scars tho
Somethin’ bout that Wraith and them lights, how them stars glow
Give me motivation, out in Miami, know the Haitians
All the hitters got the bitches and I’m MMG
A legend on Collins how they gon’ remember me
Young niggas

[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
The land they gave us was always ours
Don’t close the door, you owe us more, uhh
I know that it’s hard to face reality, mm
And when they changed, they were all surprised but me
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars
And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh

[Verse 2: Future]
Patek on, iced out, yeah yeah (yeah yeah)
Hundred rounds, brrr, spend live by (brr)
Drankin’ purple lean, fuck my sky dive
Ridin’ in them Wraiths like a shotta (skrrt skrrt)
Skipped out of school, whipped a deuce to a four
Chanel on my whore, got the marble on my floor
Ten year deal just to wear Diadora
I secure the bag first round, that’s of course
Cocaina white inside, that’s a Porsche
Came from the gutter, nigga trapping is a sport
Young nigga don’t spray the drum in the court
That’s the Actavis, pop the seal like a cork
They running out of info, making rumours, what’s your source?
Friends turned to foes, niggas leavin’ me no choice
Hoes gettin’ exposed, make a nigga cut them short
Hit a few licks before I made it out of choice

[Chorus: Guordan Banks]
The land they gave us was always ours
Don’t close the door, you owe us more, uhh
I know that it’s hard to face reality, mm
And when they changed, they were all surprised but me
And we buy Wraiths to hide behind these stars, yeah
And we rock all this ice just to hide these scars
If you never seen a dream fade away behind all these bars
And only god can touch your soul behind all these bars, oh

[Intro]
Tant pis si c’est la loose
On va quand même tenter l’coup
Yeah, partir sans vraiment d’flouze
On vous dira si ça vaut l’coût
Yeah, tant pis si c’est la loose
On va quand même tenter l’coup
Yeah, partir sans vraiment d’flouze
On vous dira si ça vaut l’coût

[Refrain 1]
De partir loin d’ici
Elle veut qu’on parte, qu’on se tire loin d’ici
Changer d’air, aller voir du pays, Cuba ou Miami
Mais partir loin d’ici, elle me dit :
"Emmène-moi loin d’ici
Vivons nos rêves, pourquoi être indécis ?
Un peu plus libres, un peu moins asservis
Vivre sans vis-à-vis, tester une autre vie, oh oui"

[Couplet 1]
Elle me dit : "Chéri, t’en as pas marre de c’t’endroit ?
J’sais pas pour toi mais, en tous cas, moi, j’y crois
On peut l’faire, on peut l’vivre et, en plus, on en a l’droit
On va pas attendre de mourir de froid
Et, si on fait un p’tit, si jamais on devenait trois
Ce serait bien qu’il respire, ce serait bien qu’il ait l’choix
Ici, y’a pas d’espace, ici, c’est bien trop étroit
Et, pour s’en sortir, c’est un chemin d’croix

[Refrain 2]
Elle me dit : "Loin d’ici"
Elle veut qu’on parte, qu’on se tire loin d’ici
Changer d’air, aller voir du pays, Cuba ou Miami
Mais partir loin d’ici, elle me dit :
"Emmène-moi loin d’ici
Vivons nos rêves, goûtons à l’interdit
Un peu plus libres, un peu moins asservis
Vivre sans vis-à-vis, tester une autre vie, oh oui"

[Couplet 2]
J’crois qu’elle n’a pas tort
C’est p’t-être le moment de changer d’décor
Combien rêveraient de posséder un passeport ?
De pouvoir voyager sans vraiment plus d’efforts ?
Même si, quitter Paris, j’avoue que ça fait peur
Trembler devant la vie, c’est pas lui faire honneur
Faut avancer, mettre l’essence dans l’moteur
Pourquoi lui refuser si ça peut faire son bonheur ?

[Refrain 3]
Et partir loin d’ici
Elle veut qu’on parte, qu’on se tire loin d’ici
Changer d’air, aller voir du pays, Cuba ou Miami
Mais partir loin d’ici, elle me dit :
"Emmène-moi loin d’ici
Vivons nos rêves, pourquoi être indécis ?
Un peu plus libres, un peu moins asservis
Vivre sans vis-à-vis, tester une autre vie, oh oui"

[Couplet 3]
J’avoue qu’c’est tentant, de s’faire la malle
De tenter l’aventure et de quitter Paname
J’avoue qu’c’est bandant, l’idée d’être à la plage
Loin des buildings et des embouteillages
Si on n’est pas content, y’aura qu’à tourner la page
Et mettre les voiles vers de nouveaux rivages
Quoi d’plus kiffant que d’partir en voyage
D’aller à la rencontre de nouveaux visages ?

[Refrain 4]
Et partir loin d’ici
Elle veut qu’on parte, qu’on se tire loin d’ici
Changer d’air, aller voir du pays, Cuba ou Miami
Mais partir loin d’ici, elle me dit :
"Emmène-moi loin d’ici
Vivons nos rêves, goûtons à l’interdit
Un peu plus libres, un peu moins asservis
Vivre sans vis-à-vis, tester une autre vie, oh oui"

[Outro]
Tant pis si c’est la loose (Tant pis)
On va quand même tenter l’coup (Oh, bonne idée)
Yeah, partir sans vraiment d’flouze (Bonne idée)
On vous dira si ça vaut l’coût (Bonne idée)
Yeah, tant pis si c’est la loose (Bo-bo-bonne idée)
On va quand même tenter l’coup (Bonne idée)
Yeah, partir sans vraiment d’flouze (Ouais, les mecs)
On vous dira si ça vaut l’coût (Bonne idée)

[Intro]
Si t’es pas prête pour un tour
Dis-moi c’que tu fais ici
Baby, soyons clair et faisons court
À moins qu’tu n’en aies pas envie
Chérie, il ne s’agit pas d’amour
Il ne s’agit que d’une nuit
Lady, si t’es pas prête pour un tour
Alors dis-moi c’que tu fais ici

[Refrain]
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
On bavardera plus tard de Miami
Ça fait trois heures qu’il est passé minuit
On n’a plus toute la nuit, rejoins-moi sur le tatami
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
Laissons tomber un peu l’économie
J’veux faire le tour de ton anatomie
On n’a plus toute la nuit, c’est l’heure du tsunami, oh baby

[Couplet 1]
Là, c’est pas comme si on était en boîte
Là, y’a plus qu’oi-m et, là, y’a plus qu’oi-t
On va quand même pas se mettre à jouer aux cartes
Il faut qu’tu m’expliques pourquoi tu t’écartes
C’est pas désagréable de devoir jouer les farouches
Quand tu t’maquilles et qu’tu t’repeins la bouche
Mais, là, il est l’heure de jouer une nouvelle partoche
D’en mettre un peu partout, c’est l’heure de ta cartouche

[Refrain]
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
On bavardera plus tard de Miami
Ça fait trois heures qu’il est passé minuit
On n’a plus toute la nuit, rejoins-moi sur le tatami
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
Laissons tomber un peu l’économie
J’veux faire le tour de ton anatomie
On n’a plus toute la nuit, c’est l’heure du tsunami, oh baby

[Couplet 2]
On n’est plus des enfants, on n’est plus à l’école
J’veux qu’tu me touches, je veux que tu me colles
C’est plus l’moment de s’échanger nos téléphones
Tape plutôt mon code PIN si tu veux que j’décolle
Ah non, fais pas la gueule, je rigole, je déconne
Oh putain, c’est fou, tout, tout, c’que t’es bonne
J’en perds la boule et puis tant pis si t’es conne
Y’a plus qu’ton boule dont j’entends les paroles

[Refrain]
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
On bavardera plus tard de Miami
Ça fait trois heures qu’il est passé minuit
On n’a plus toute la nuit, rejoins-moi sur le tatami
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
Laissons tomber un peu l’économie
J’veux faire le tour de ton anatomie
On n’a plus toute la nuit, c’est l’heure du tsunami, oh baby

[Couplet 3]
J’arrive pas bien à comprendre
C’que tu fous là, c’que tu fous dans ma chambre
Si c’est pas pour qu’on kiffe, si c’est pas pour qu’on bande
J’suis pas avec ma clique, j’te parle pas de gang-bang
C’est juste toi et moi, il n’y a rien d’étrange
Tu envoies, je renvoie, un peu comme un boomerang
Pourquoi tout ce vacarme ? Mais goûte le silence
J’aime bien quand tu m’parles, mais je préfère ta langue

[Refrain]
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
On bavardera plus tard de Miami
Ça fait trois heures qu’il est passé minuit
On n’a plus toute la nuit, rejoins-moi sur le tatami
Il est plus l’heure de faire ami-amie
Laissons tomber un peu l’économie
J’veux faire le tour de ton anatomie
On n’a plus toute la nuit, c’est l’heure du tsunami, oh baby

[Outro]
Si t’es pas prête pour un tour
Dis-moi c’que tu fais ici
Baby, soyons clair et faisons court
À moins qu’tu n’en aies pas envie
Chérie, il ne s’agit pas d’amour
Il ne s’agit que d’une nuit
Lady, si t’es pas prête pour un tour
Alors dis-moi c’que tu fais ici

[Verse 1]
Hey, hey, hey
I got a condo in Manhattan,
Baby girl, what’s hatnin’?
You and your ass invited,
So gon’ and get to clappin’.
Go pop it for a player,
Pop, pop it for me.
Turn around and drop it for a player,
Drop, drop it for me.
I’ll rent a beach house in Miami,
Wake up with no jammies (Nope).
Lobster tail for dinner,
Julio serve that scampi (Julio!)
You got it if you want it,
Got, got it if you want it.
Said you got it if you want it,
Take my wallet if you want it now.

[Pre-Chorus]
Jump in the Cadillac,
Girl, let’s put some miles on it.
Anything you want,
Just to put a smile on it.
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all,
And I’m gonna give it to you!

[Chorus]
Gold jewelry shining so bright,
Strawberry champagne on ice.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Sex by the fire at night,
Silk sheets and diamonds all white.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.

[Verse 2]
I’m talkin’ trips to Puerto Rico,
Say the word and we go.
You can be my freaka,
Girl, I’ll be a fleeko, mamacita.
I will never make a promise that I can’t keep,
I promise that your smile ain’t gon’ never leave.
Shopping sprees in Paris,
Everything 24 karats.
Take a look in that mirror,
Now tell me who’s the fairest.
Is it you? (is it you?) Is it me? (is it me?)
Say it’s us (say it’s us) and I’ll agree, baby.

[Pre-Chorus]
Jump in the Cadillac,
Girl, let’s put some miles on it.
Anything you want,
Just to put a smile on it.
You deserve it baby, you deserve it all,
And I’m gonna give it to you!

[Chorus]
Gold jewelry shining so bright,
Strawberry champagne on ice.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Sex by the fire at night,
Silk sheets and diamonds all white.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.

[Bridge]
If you say you want a good time,
Well here I am baby, here I am baby.
Talk to me, talk to me, talk to me,
Tell me what’s on your mind (what’s on your mind).
If you want it, girl come and get it,
All this is here for you!
Tell me, baby, tell me, tell me, baby,
What you tryna do.

[Outro]
Gold jewelry shining so bright
Gold jewelry shining so bright,
Strawberry champagne on ice.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Sex by the fire at night (sex by the fire at night)
Silk sheets and diamonds all white
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.
Lucky for you, that’s what I like,
That’s what I like.

[Intro]
I’ve been in the stu late, workin’, no residuals
If we never speak again, I’m just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain’t playin’ count em’
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Haha

[Verse 1]
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I’m tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine habits ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
No this codeine ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
I used to sell dope at my grandma’s house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin’ with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin’ back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn’t promised
I know damn well this must be karma
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can’t be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I’m paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to ‘splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

[Verse 2]
Standin’ on Black Sox, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin’ out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it’s the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don’t know how you would feel about if I ain’t have millions, yeah
I’m conversin’ with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain’t about no braggin’ rights
But even if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I’ma keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this jawn, she know what to do with me
And right now I don’t know what to do with you
I don’t wanna sound like I’m bein’ rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin’ L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her ’bout Miami
After she came with no panty

[Chorus]
Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami livin’ La Vida Loca, ayy
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know, ay
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know, ay
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 1: Trina]
Yes! I am the queen
Feed me diamonds
I don’t need a king
A couple mill, work the bling
Plus my back shot mean
And I’m fresh out the coupe
I’m bout to kill the scene!
Blah! Chicks get back! The Baddest Chick back!
And I’mma make it real hard for ya’ll to come back!
I’m flyer than the sky!
New coupe with the top back!
Damn! I’mma bad chick
But ya’ll already know that!
And I’m undefeated
Blowin’ kisses at you haters cause I’m Miami heated!
Tired of playin’ with you lames
I’m shutting down the game
Hope you had a lot of fun
With your little bit of bank
Beat the drum, blow the horn
For the queen of the south
Heres a new Louis bag for you to shut your mouth!
Roll out the red carpet!
Bring the trumpets out!
Cause the word on the street says I own the south!

[Hook: Lil Mo]
If you really want it, baby we got it
We got the fire, you’ve been waiting for
Homies done did it, but watch how we get it!
You can’t keep a strong woman down for long
Cause we taking over
All of my ladies
Cause we taking over
It’ll be crazy
We takin over
Don’t even try to hate
Wish a nigga would!
I’m still hood
Damn right!
(Think I ain’t taking over)

[Verse 2: Jackie-O]
Jackie-O, Jack, Jack the ripper
Big spender, showing love to the strippers
Time for a zippa, sang the song
Can’t be a queen if you ain’t gotta throne
I hear you knocking but nobodies home
You peaking through my window
Sitting in your windows, I’m gone
I’m in the fast lane, on any corner
And I’m breaking the crack game
You know we keep it real B!
Hoods feel me! One false move
Take you out your misery!
I give ‘em more bounce to the ounce!
I’ma show ‘em things they can’t even pronounce
I talk greasy, I know what the hands do
H2 and I’m blowing trees like yancy
Detroit brick sanders, queen of rap!
Say my name, I’ll blow you off the map!

[Bridge: Lil Mo]
Cause we taking over
All of my ladies
Cause we taking over
It’ll be crazy
We taking over
So don’t even try to hate
Wish a nigga would!
I’m still hood
Damn right!
Cause we taking over

[Verse 3: Remy Ma]
I am that bitch!
Stunt on niggas! Stunt on chicks!
I like to smoke
I need some crip
I got hoes
I need a strip
I got coke
I need a flip
Why sell O’s when I got bricks?
I just get the dough, dont even touch the shit!
And if I blaze, always the purple pip
See the girl how I sets it on fire
I write more than your ghost writer
Ma you’re not hard, your vagina
Your a bone thug, you’re not a fighter
Mic check, my check, your provider
You memorize well
You’re a good reciter
See, the clock ticks and now its my time-a
I’m the best female rhymer!
Ya dig?

[Hook: Lil Mo]
If you really want it, baby we got it
We got the fire, you’ve been waiting for
Homies done did it, but watch how we get it!
You can’t keep a strong woman down for long
Cause we taking over
All of my ladiez
Cause we taking over
It’ll be crazy
We takin over
Don’t even try to hate
Wish a nigga would!
I’m still hood
Damn right!

[Intro]
Ooh, hey
Ooh, yeah
Hey

[Verse]
Me, yeah, [?]
Hey, oh, no it ain’t Will
Mm, give me some head and some food
I’m just tryna change your mood
Ooh, yeah, check out my moves
Ooh, yeah, check out my moves
I’m making bookoo[?]
I’m making bookoo[?]
Sing it like Luther baby
Sing it like Luther baby
Fuck her, that shawty go brazy
Remember them niggas that played me
You knew them niggas fugazy
I want my bitch getting gravy
Shawty get me right, I’m faded
Shawty get me right, I’m faded
Ooh, let me get out the way
These niggas feel some way
How many racks you make?
I hear my song every day
You know that I’m getting paid
Flex on these niggas fo’ sho
Flex on these niggas fo’ sho
Shawty told me I’m the GOAT
You want it long in your throat
You the type to drop the soap
I wanna cop a boat
Miami for a show
I need a Grammy, I know
I need a Grammy, I know

[Outro]
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Get out my way, get out my way
Yeah, yeah
Get out my way, get out my way
Ooh, why you in my way?
Why you in my way?
Ooh, get out my way, get out my way, get out my way
Ooh, you on the wave, you on the wave, you on the wave
Ooh, you on the wave, you on the wave
Fu-fu-fuck it
Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Get out my way, get out my way
Yeah, yeah
Get out my way, get out my way

[Intro: Sample]
The time has come where we must learn
The time has come where we must learn

[Hook: Fler]
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing

[Part 1: Fler]
Heute flieg’ ich im Privatjet DJ P-JAY
Meine Bitches – dicke Ärsche, cheat day, cheat day
Rapper gehen Pleite, wollen sich an mir hochzieh’n
Rufen bei mir in Miami an und zahl’n das Roaming
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Auf den Scheinen steht: Franklin, Benja-Benjamin Franklin
Ich bin auf der Stage, du bist der Headliner beim Camping
Heute auf den Festivals, der-der-der Champion
Jeden Tag ein Interview, das Gegenteil von Kurdo
Schieße auch im Dönerladen sowie Shomo
Jede Nacht ‘ne neue Groupie-Hoe, ich bin beschäftigt
Frag’ beim Frühstück wie sie heißt, ich bin vergesslich
Vor Miami Yacine in Miamis Gassen
Hit des Jahres, das muss man Miami lassen
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Doch jeden Beef den Flizzy hatte, ohne Happy Ending

[Hook: Fler]
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing

[Part 2: Jalil]
Ah, Jumpman an der Verse, Jumpman bis ich sterbe
Gehe nur in Retrokicks von dieser Erde
Unverschämter Neger lebt wie ein Verschwender
Wisch’ mit Hunis Regentropfen von dem Benzer
Reisetaschen – Louis V, das ist mein Branding
Wenn es Beef gibt, hat die Glock bei Schüssen bestes Handling
Rapper rufen an und woll’n die Friedenspfeife rauchen
Kann euch gerne Kippen mit paar Lila Scheinen kaufen
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Checke heut’ mit meiner App den Wagenstatus
Motor und Design sind Bar bezahlt bei Brabus
Das ist kein Fotoshoot, bin jeden Tag so stylisch
Jalil – ein Segen für die Straßen, ich bin heilig
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Bin als Champ’ im Ruhestand wie Peyton Manning

[Hook: Jalil]
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing

[Intro:]
Ay, mil, crank up da dunk!

[Hook: Money Mark]
Nigga crank up da dank
Turn up the funk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Pull out the chomp
Nigga roll up the funk
Nigga blow out this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Nigga turn up the funk
Nigga pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar

[Verse 1:]
Deep in seven duce-dos dogs
Going to the club, coolin’ with the thugs
We gon rock, get high, hope to fly
When we in the 305, we get live (Nigga What!)
I’m looking for some ho to fuck
I’m with my dawgs
And we looking for some hole to fuck
That’s right, gon cop something
We hit the studio with y’all something
Them niggas can hate
Before we clip the Glocks on em
So stop fronting, you know what we all about
We from the same, so you know what we all about
It’s like who the hell
Get your money, get your hoes
We gon put it down for our city
You know how it is
Nigga we loose and we all about I’s
Deep in the club, nigga all of us stars
Get your beef, get your coke, get trees
Get your tokens, get your keys

[Hook]
Nigga crank up da dank
Turn up the funk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Pull out the chomp
Nigga roll up the funk
Nigga blow out this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Nigga turn up the funk
Nigga pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar

[Verse 2: Kase One]
My attitude must be the justice
Fuck you nigga, I’m quick to clown
And we coming back from the {?} and shit
Hoe nigga, Imma get you now
When I come through, we in a circle
I mean, whoever who in ya circle
Money I do wanna dirty slime
And these many times I got to alert
All your homeboys about to bezerk
And you’re the reason nigga shout Miami
Tours is taking a route for Miami
We keep the hoe niggas out of Miami
So bitches ’bout Miami

[Bridge: Money Mark]
Nigga crank up da dunk

[Verse 3: Pitbull]
I say kindness is for weakness
These palm trees and blue skies
Is to keep you outta town, nigga speechless
Cause the last thing we need is leeches
You leech ass niggas better stick to those beaches
I’m from the city where the sun’s hot
Fuck sunblock, when them guns cock
Fingers inch, trigger click, guns pop
Oh and problem when them guns blaze
They’ll burn your ass a little more than sideways

[Hook: Money Mark]
Nigga crank up da dank
Turn up the funk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Pull out the chomp
Nigga roll up the funk
Nigga blow out this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Nigga turn up the funk
Nigga pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar

[Verse 4: Money Mark]
Let’s take it to the streets, where young niggas like me
Come through 7-3 lord draw in the breeze
With a pocket full of cheese, trying get me a beat
Pull up to the club on duces
Only way you get in the front bitch, you best be elusive
No more truce, and all those hoes
Tryna get a nigga dough with some rabbit ass hands
Do me favor, climb in the back of da dunk
Let me pump up da funk, and hit your chin with my jaw
Keep a tech in the trunk
Lay back bitch, but the beat keep me crunk
Come to your spot, two Glocks in the pump
Nigga fuck what you need
Imma give you what you want, how it gotta be
Me in the dub late night by the robbery (by the robbery)

[Hook: Money Mark]
Nigga crank up da dank
Turn up the funk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Pull out the chomp
Nigga roll up the funk
Nigga blow out this skunk
When you pull out da dunk
Nigga lift up the trunk
Nigga turn up the funk
Nigga pull up the blunt
Nigga blow out the skunk
Then back to the bar

[Intro: Sample]
The time has come where we must learn
The time has come where we must learn

[Hook: Fler]
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing

[Part 1: Fler]
Heute flieg’ ich im Privatjet DJ P-JAY
Meine Bitches – dicke Ärsche, cheat day, cheat day
Rapper gehen Pleite, wollen sich an mir hochzieh’n
Rufen bei mir in Miami an und zahl’n das Roaming
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Auf den Scheinen steht: Franklin, Benja-Benjamin Franklin
Ich bin auf der Stage, du bist der Headliner beim Camping
Heute auf den Festivals, der-der-der Champion
Jeden Tag ein Interview, das Gegenteil von Kurdo
Schieße auch im Dönerladen sowie Shomo
Jede Nacht ‘ne neue Groupie-Hoe, ich bin beschäftigt
Frag’ beim Frühstück wie sie heißt, ich bin vergesslich
Vor Miami Yacine in Miamis Gassen
Hit des Jahres, das muss man Miami lassen
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Doch jeden Beef den Flizzy hatte, ohne Happy Ending

[Hook: Fler]
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing

[Part 2: Jalil]
Ah, Jumpman an der Verse, Jumpman bis ich sterbe
Gehe nur in Retrokicks von dieser Erde
Unverschämter Neger lebt wie ein Verschwender
Wisch’ mit Hunis Regentropfen von dem Benzer
Reisetaschen – Louis V, das ist mein Branding
Wenn es Beef gibt, hat die Glock bei Schüssen bestes Handling
Rapper rufen an und woll’n die Friedenspfeife rauchen
Kann euch gerne Kippen mit paar Lila Scheinen kaufen
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Checke heut’ mit meiner App den Wagenstatus
Motor und Design sind Bar bezahlt bei Brabus
Das ist kein Fotoshoot, bin jeden Tag so stylisch
Jalil – ein Segen für die Straßen, ich bin heilig
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Bin als Champ’ im Ruhestand wie Peyton Manning

[Hook: Jalil]
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing
Kann euch nicht mehr dissen wegen mei’m Standing

[Intro: Drake & Wizkid]
Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami livin’ La Vida Loca, ayy

[Bridge: Wizkid]
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, high note, ay
Girl, you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, high note
You make me sing, high note, ay

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 3: Drake]
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Hook: Prospectt]
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
Do he love you love you?
Like I love you love you
Do he fuck you fuck you?
Like I fuck you fuck you
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose

[Verse 1: Prospectt]
I make music for these baddies and the paper trappers
All my niggas eating good you should see the platters
Got a chick out in Atlanta who goin’ ham with hammers
We in defeated in the club that shit hang on banner
Woah they get a video in Haiti then flew in to Punta Cana
I’m gettin’ a status man why I expected the propaganda
You karaoke niggas don’t impress me no
Word in Miami don’t test me though
Lil Haiti uptown what I’m claim on
Cause I’m really Haitian with them Haitians
There you go

[Hook: Prospectt]
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
Do he love you love you?
Like I love you love you
Do he fuck you fuck you?
Like I fuck you fuck you
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose

[Verse 2: Tory Lanez]
I, just heard the news
Self made nigga I ain’t paying back the dues
I, leave witchu and we can’t call a truce
I came with some dimes you came with some mulah fuck are yous?
I, got two bad bitches
I, bumped the bed spring up to mattresses
I, got lil mama acting like a savage
She thought she’d never fuck with me I’m way above the averages
I Know
I, pull up in the Rolls
Duckin TMZ I’m tryin’ not to get exposed
Shuffling my hoes in irreversible doors
I been killin’ with these verses think I’m rehearsin’ the flows
This just me and lil [?] she been reworking the stove
It’s just me and lil bro that’s me working at more shit
Pop a perc and pop that pussy for me in the Rolls
She know how I roll she gon do it for me in the Rove
Hardly ever sold but she said she want some closure
I gave her no disclosure but fucked her on the sofa

[Hook: Prospectt]
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose
Do he love you love you?
Like I love you love you
Do he fuck you fuck you?
Like I fuck you fuck you
I, y’alls heard the news
You got a hard time tryna choose

[Intro]
Ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, ultimate, yeah

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Welcome to the cellar, propelled into a realm
So then you meet me at the elm
Like Del so you could know that I’m funky as ever
Like zero, the pain is down to hill, my brain is made of steel
I crash into your soldiers like bricks thrown by Shaquille O’Neal
The coldest flow in a snow globe, my nigga I’m lost in frost
I never went to college, don’t even listen to Asher Roth
Sometimes I’m a butterfly, most times I feel like a moth
Kill my insecurities because they tried to make me soft
Kill off, you and your posse, if you cross me
Have you so shook you wouldn’t even want to cross streets
Pardon me, niggas be, Madison Square guardin’ me
You could be a statue and you still won’t be as hard as me
Fuck the industry, I only worry about my artistry
Hard to see, RIP my older brother Lotto Tree
Dawg, I’m murdering everything inside my allegory
Come back from the dead I’ll smack you to purgatory

[Chorus]
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!

[Verse 2: Lil Ugly Mane]
Who else but Ugly Mane and Zel
Could rock it so funky as hell
We got it locked like a prison
Got ’em twistin’ on them D’s watching
Speaking facts like 360 degrees drop it
Wisdom, you think you mobbin’ but you isn’t
Miami back to Richmond back to Cali
They gon’ find your body in the alley
Ugly still the ugliest, Ugly still destructive
I’ma lay you down underneath the ground if you fuck with this
Head up in the clouds when the dutch is lit
Puffin’ it, I be acting foul for the fuck of it
Lately its a lot of days I feel hopeless (fuck it)
Its a lot of days I’m feeling like I’m drowning in the ocean
Put your hands on me and your hands gettin’ broken
When I hit the scene it’s like a goddamn explosion
Find me out surrounded by some shooters
They be young and old
Piffing looking crispy I got origami money folds
Ugly Mane, bars played
That blood in my veins be running cold
Running the game I be unapposed
Short fuse, don’t cut it close
Ugly Mane, bars played
That shit I spit be so morose
You better watch your mouth playa
I hit you with that lethal dose

[Chorus]
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!
Because you cannot fuck with Zeltron 6 Bill-ion!
You lookin’ at my zoom, my shit is Sicil-ian!
Y’all lookin’ at my bitch, my bitch is Brazil-ian!
I’m finna run through to the city and kill shit!

Lyrics Lil Wayne – YFS

Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless
About to body slam the beat, Love Wrestlemania
Love miscellaneous, f*ck instantaneous
I’m busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia
Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so f*ckin’ ancient
Buy wine, drink it, by God, amen
Can’t forget to thank him, YFS.

Back to it, waste no time
Black Uzi, Draco, 9
Back smokin’ bomb.
..
Black Mamba, coke lines
Snake eyes open wide
Rap poison, you know why
Hair trigger, no salon
Can’t lose, in overtime, hit Miami for LeBron
Swam through whole Ocean Drive
Smoke a stick, porcupine
All these b*tches want be mine
Yeah she lit I blow her mind
Look at how I make all these looking a*s niggas roll they eyes
Go retarded on them, Tunechi
Openhearted on them, Tunechi
I’m the father, I wear the pants, I’m talking Corduroy or blue jeans
Smoking harder on a doobie, holy water running through me
Polariods they tryna shoot me.
..

Young niggas famous, my young niggas go in
My OGs are no different, identical twins
1-7 amen, that’s my set, amen
Can’t forget to thank him
f*ck these h**s, I blame them
Young, fresh and shameless, YFS
Bout to body slam your b*tch
Lord, Wrestlemania
Young, rich and famous, young, rich and famous
If you hating on me you can tongue kiss the anus
Bigger picture painting, fine art framing
Don’t forget to hang it, fine wine drank it
Turn a trap house to the wine house, Amy
My God, amen versuri-lyrics.info
Don’t forget to thank him
Don’t try to play him, your whole squad be dead man
We pull up in the AM, toast, waffles, bacon
More fiyah blazin’, the chopper sound Jamaican
I stay armed like a cowboy
Troy Aikman ..

That’s a Polo blanket, she under it naked
I’m under influences, got me overthinking
Got me syrup drinkin’, popping Percs to painers
Niggas talking about they gods, they just Kirk Franklins
And my dreams are so big, feel like the Earth’s shrinking
I wake up and chase my dreams, catch ’em and contain ’em
Still the best rapper alive, still the steel is stainless
I feel like the Yankees, but my hittas ..

Young, fresh and shameless, young, fresh and shameless
About to body slam your b*tch
Love Wrestlemania
Love miscellaneous, we f*ck instantaneous
I’m busting nuts in her mouth, young macadamia
Young, rich and famous, young rich and famous
Young Money but the money so f*ckin’ ancient
Buy wine, drink it, by God, amen
Can’t forget to thank him, young, fresh and shameless.

Young, fresh and shameless
(Hold up)
Got me syrup drinkin’, popping Percs to painers
Niggas talking about they gods, they just Kirk Franklins
Ohhh.
Lil Wayne lyrics
Video Lil Wayne

[Intro: 2 Chainz]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
M-M-M-Murda
Yeah, yeah
Damn right, bro

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
4 AM, I’m just gettin’ started
For my birthday I threw me a surprise party
Reminiscin’ ’bout the trap, playin’ the first Carter
My life changed when I had my first daughter
Got my first quarter flippin’ fifty-dollar slabs
Your nigga’s lookin’ at the bills, askin’ you for half
Cut from a different cloth, take pride in results
Anytime she wanna dip I’m providin’ the sauce
You on side of the boss, so you kind of the boss
You keep playin’ with me, I end up signing your boss
Drop an EP on a nigga for the free-free on a nigga
Yeah you ZZ on a nigga, king like BB on you niggas
Rock with Champagne P
If it wasn’t for the struggle then I wouldn’t be me
Call me Deuce or Dos, anything but broke
Got my aim from the scope, got the game by the throat, damn!

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
I dropped ColleGrove out the sky, ooh
In a group with the best rapper that’s alive, ooh
Never turn my back on my slime, ooh
I ain’t wanna fuck the bitch but she was fine, ooh
Hold up baby, let me take my time, ooh
Hard to get some head and try to drive, ooh
Jumpin’ out the cake and that’s surprisin’, ooh
Pickin’ up the duffel bag like exercisin’, ooh
Bought mama new house ’cause she deserve it, ooh
Practice makes perfect but nobody’s perfect, ooh
Escobar is not open for service, ooh
Send you to Dr. Miami for your surgery, ooh

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send a location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bulet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz & Travis Scott]
Ooh, Riccardo Tisci on the crewneck
Ooh, On a killin’ rapper spree and nigga, you next
Ooh, they talkin’, chillin’, watchin’ Netflix (straight up)
Ooh, I used to trap and watch bootlegs
Ooh, I’m on my wave like a durag
Ooh, I see your boo, now where your crew at?
Ooh, talkin’ tequila for the pipe-up
Ooh, I hope you got a clean vagina, yeah
Drench god, drench god, really
Representin’, we the squad, really (oh, yeah)
Tec got the Rollie, now I get it
I used to sell drugs for a living
Got me a job sellin’ records
Had to use my jeweler for a reference
Might buy a charm with the extras
Might use her legs for a necklace

[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Okay, you popped up on me by surprise (yeah, yeah)
You see I never took you for the poppin’ type (straight up)
Damn, it’s 4 AM so please believe the hype (it’s lit)
Hit the lights (yeah), I’m way over top
Pop it, flick it
Drop a pin, send location (skrrt, skrrt)
I’ma pull up in that bullet-coupe spaceship (skrrt, skrrt)
Drop off a bag of some dangerous (yeah)
I’ma hit you, 4 AM, see if you make it (yeah)

[Outro]
Don’t stop trappin’, boy
Got ’bout twelve racks this mornin’
Got ’bout twelve racks
Started last night, still goin’
Twelve racks strong
Got the pitbull in the corner, she pregnant
Got the crackhead in the corner, she pregnant
Everybody in here pregnant, ‘cept my partner and them
But we gettin’ this money though, I’m tellin’ you that

[Intro]
This is revenge
Like when them Russians caught Alonzo at the red light
No bullets, just pens
No machine guns, just machine lipped rims
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high
Cause I am really on my..grind, fool

[Verse 1]
And as the game rotate, and my name grows bigger
How many bitches want, not many bitches won’t
I know you think your bitches don’t but I know
What she did last summer, scream for me when I touched her
Chevy man, though lately had my eyes on the Cutlass
Fitna say fuck it, call Mousa, tell him cop it, give it to my brother
Sticky trees I sit under, tryna stay cool
Big city lights hotter than a mothafucka
Tuesday I’m SoCal, Wednesday it’s Calcutta
Socks up, stock rising, Kief Catcher Spitta grinding
Higher than my fitted riding
And if I showed you where I live, you would think that I was hiding
Can’t call it a neighborhood, I ain’t living by nobody
Applying for statehood, make my footprint in geography
Spreading my monopoly, and plus nobody I know got killed
In New Orleans today, I got cash put away and some more on the way, yeah

[Hook]
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
This the life we want nigga you only live it once
Uh, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my..grind
Yeah, I let my fitted sit high cause I am really on my..grind

[Verse 2: Dom Kennedy]
Uh, player shit, you niggas still cuffin
If I wanted her back, nigga I’d be still fuckin
Yeah, and I see niggas tryna rap like us
Watch the video, then try to act like us
I know we make this shit look easy
Do a show out in Brooklyn, when I just left the Easy
With my nigga Spit-Spitta, girls tryna get us
Tell her I be comin back, you best be doin all them sit ups
Don’t take me to the airport cryin girl, get up
She don’t want me to leave when I’m wit her
I tell her I’m the nigga that she need, not a needy ass nigga
The game don’t get any realer
I just want the red outside, black stripes like Thriller
I’m in Miami bumpin Trilla
I got dope on the low, but im not a dope dealer
The feds blockin like the Steelers
I let my fitted sit high, cause I am really on my grind
Katt Williams flow, bitch this pimpin all the time
You singin ass rap niggas simpin all the time
Fuckin up the game, niggas fuckin up my name
You don’t want no money, just fame
They ask me how I’m doin, shit I really can’t complain
Sippin champagne, and tryin to get everything I want
Yellin oceans in the back, Porsches in the front

[Hook: Dom Kennedy]
Uh, uh, I’m yellin
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Yeah, Yeah
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the front
Oceans in the back, Porsches in the… uh

[Verse]
The trap, I can go back any minute
Any privilege got me lookin’ at these bitches really different
Shot a video in the 30’s, guess he really trippin’
Never penny pitchin’, the Henny gone then we Remy sippin’
Hard to kill, sober brought painkillers on any mission
Paranoia ready, Miami just to let Diddy listen
Back and forth about who the hottest, got the whole city riffin’
I ain’t never leased phone ‘posits I wore my penny’s different
Gave my couso life so fuck it, I take a million visits
Diamond district, I left with water now I got women kissin’
Follow niggas right where they livin’, nothing about me timid
Foreign drop, dash 2 20 moving a mile a minute
Mama disappointed with my mugshot I was smilin’ in it
We blessed on the Benz plates, King Khaled it
Dirty project kids and A-List parties, we be wildin’ in it
Steak medium well, mashed potatoes and salmon with it
True father won’t even cop it unless his child can get it
Talking my shit, walking up Lennox just cause Malcolm did it
Snoop said no pussy good enough to get burnt while I’m in it
These niggas loud and they losin’ and I’m in silence winnin’
Percocet, I’m still poppin’ percocet
If I punch ’em they gon’ sue me they ain’t even worth the threat
Ambidextrous drive with my right, I can work the left
I ain’t learned shit in college in the streets I learned finesse
Earn respect, learned that way before I ever earned a check
Feel like Nino, big cuban right over the turtleneck
Not concerned with what you roll with, my backwoods burn the best
Stuntin’ on your chest, speak on it only bitches got breast my nigga
She make the dick disappear, I call that magic
Louis Vutton all of my fabric, catch me in traffic
Where I’m from dead by 21 that was the average
I’m 28 coolin’ try not to repeat the madness
Stashed the work in my jacket
Feet was hurtin’ from calice, every day eatin’ at palace
Got some freaks at the Radison, fall asleep if they chattin’
Potential that the streets can’t imagine, I came from baggin’
Got a thing for them trucks, got the Rover I want the Wagen
And I ain’t steppin’ in that club until I get the backend
She tried to parallel park the Ferrari, hard to back in
Westside connection, ice cubes plus a Mac-10
Call me anything what you want, but broke or a bad friend
I’m a fucking cash cow, I bring a lotta cash in
I really made my dad smile, reason that nigga braggin’
I ain’t have to ask him, me broke that’s past tense
Shot out to my landlord, know I was late with mad rent
You blew settlement money, now you wonderin’ where the cash went
30 plus ain’t nothing in your pockets but mad lint
Never made nothing out yourself, I know your dad’s sick
Mask off, mask on I hope this mask fit
Way too many miles on that pussy, mami got bad grip
Harlem taught me to cop a new car after you crashed whips
Look at Trump if you wonder the power that the cash get’s

[Intro: Rick Ross]
Rather You Than Me
If you’ve been fucking with me from Port of Miami
It’s been hell of a fucking journey
(M-M-Maybach Music) Ain’t nun’ changed, nigga
Lil’ stronger, lil’ wiser
Maybe a lil’ more violent
Blame it on America, fuck it
(Beat Billionaire)

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m pullin’ off the lot, I bought it cash (woah)
Her future bright, don’t give a fuck about her past (woah)
Her ass be lookin’ good inside the leggings (woah)
But I notice that she missin’ all her edges (woah)
I run the game just by runnin’ with the felons (woah)
Poor attitude, and got rich nigga calisthenics (woah)
Walkin’ in the courtroom, sippin’ on a beverage (woo)
I know the judge, so I got a lot of leverage (woo)
Pissin’ on these bitches is a fetish (R. Kelly)
Fully loaded .60s smokin’ on a seven (all ready)
Your dawg get a dime, you never wrote a letter (woah)
Still in a box, got him rappin’ acapella (woah)
Can’t trust no people fuckin’ with the reverend (woah)
I got a chopper, boy, don’t make me be the devil (woah)
He knockin’ on the door and know the password (woo)
Gave me his blessings, boy, I’m hotter than the last verse (woo)

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

[Verse 2: Future]
I got thirty white bitches like Tommy Lee
I make drug money, nigga, I make blood money
On my third passport, and I’m geechie as fuck
I got wet stripper pussy at the airport
I got Bowlingreen dollars on my chopper
Bussin’ down a hundred bales in the bathtub
Fuck this Philippine pussy in some house shoes
I got dope money, nigga, I got war wounds
Get to the clutchin’ on the hammer, ain’t no dance moves
I was posted on the, stoop, hangin’ with my Haitians
The murder’s on the, news, all front pages
Young niggas catchin’ bodies, ain’t no relations
I was stackin’ Ben Franks and bought some Fiji
They rob you two times in a row, that’s a repeat
And I’m fuckin’ niggas hoes ’cause they easy
I’m in here fuckin’ niggas wives, balls breezy
She gotta fuck me like she love me, like she need me
I got my Maybach flooded out with extra TVs
I make a movie every single fuckin’ day
I John Travolta when I flaunt that Patek face

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

[Verse 3: Jeezy]
Let’s go!
Hands on these niggas, got the yellow bracelet
Check off in my pocket like the yellow pages
Fuck you niggas was when I was ashy, nigga?
Loafers in the chop, I keep it classy, nigga
Build a empire, yeah, that’s what my state of mind
Motherfuck ’em all, yeah, that’s what my state of mind
Keep the blocks over there, we call it Legoland
Meanwhile, the kids smokin’ like it’s Amsterdam
Dope boy prez, you know who got the troops
Sixteen when I bought my first Rollie
Legend in my hood just like I’m Escobar
Never ride dirties in the extra car

[Hook: Jeezy & Yo Gotti]
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Let’s go to war, yeah, all my lil’ niggas militant
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent
Dead presidents, dead, d-dead presidents
Dead presidents, dead them dead presidents
Fed sentences, fed, f-fed sentences
Let’s go to trial, we guilty ’til proven innocent

"Reminiscing on that, uh
I remember they used to give us that free cheese
Give you the big block of that shit
Yeah, man I’m glad y’all ain’t gotta get that cheese
Man, I thank God my kids ain’t gotta see that cheese
Yo (Maybach Music)
You know what I’m saying?
You gotta feed it to them raw. Feel me?"
Renovating the ghettoes, moving me elsewhere
Daddy didn’t see pension they took his healthcare
Affordable housing and they fed us welfare
Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn’t care less
A young prince in Miami, son of a Pharaoh
This is deeper than raps, I can’t run from the echoes
And I still hear the screams
Under my mattress box springs, I still see the C.R.E.A.M
Mac 11 next to Grammy invitations
I’m never quiet, tell my niggas all my aspirations
No more beefing with rappers
It’s just murder or nothing
New positions to master, I perfected the others
Niggas shoot for the Magic, never heard of Matumbo
These are lucrative assets, golden words are mumbled
This the biggest
Corner store was the stage, I needed management
In a mansion that I could squeeze another Phantom in
Negative people just seem to fail first
I said I’m a genius, put in the legwork
You step to my niggas, suggest you stay alert
No, I’ve never been lenient, nor a man of mercy
I stick my dick in her tell her my net worth
Then we stare at each other and see who catch first
A pretty chick, she resembles Stacy Dash
If it was her, she had to kiss my feet and lick my ass
Pussy nigga want war, til’ it’s "bonjour"
Those hitters sitting a bomb outside your mom door
Got your people alarmed cause we the armed force
Easy as leaking a song before I go on tour
Uh
Gang violence ongoing, let’s fight our own wars
Chicago been out of hand, the city lost its soul
Funeral every weekend or either you cremated
Homie’s son, he been murdered, he didn’t seem faded
Holding guns on the gram, out of my league baby
Real killers and hitters would rather live nameless
I got a homie I know with a twenty body count
Maybe only once or twice a month he leave the house
Older brother, type to get a curly perm
Pappy Mason type respect for holding thirty birds
Never was a gangster, I just wanted in
No longer could I deny that I wanted a Benz
Booby gave me blessings and a root for me to win
I showed him my ambition in two different fields
Also, said I was a rapper, Booby here it is
Real talk my nigga, here it is

Lyrics WIzkid – Come closer

Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker.(come closer)

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer..

Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami livin’ La Vida Loca, ayy.

Girl you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know, ay
Girl you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know, ayyy.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer.

Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life versuri-lyrics.info
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closerrr.
Wizkid lyrics
Video Closer

[Intro: Drake & Wizkid]
Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami living La Vida Loca, ayy

[Hook: Wizkid]
Girl you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know oh
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know oh

[Hook]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 3: Drake]
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Intro: Drake & Wizkid]
Go outside, big time forward, heh
Starboy dey here suh

[Verse 1: Wizkid]
Came into the game, no one replace me
Me love my Hennessy straight with no chaser
All of my guys know me all about me paper
Me got me girls all around me, me no chaser, yah
Starboy, call me number one
When me tune drop, the girls, they bounce along
Me no let nothing come between me and me paper
So when me come inna di place, me undertaker

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 2: Wizkid]
Me, me number one inna me city
Me steady repping, representing for me city, yo
African-born, me rep my ting, yo
Me come clean like me come inna me video
Me, me come through like a soldier
She give me tease and she pleasing my roja
She got the keys to my Porsche and my Rover
We in Miami living La Vida Loca, ayy
Girl you got that ting, I know
You got the body, I know oh
You make me sing, I know
You make me sing, I know oh

[Chorus: Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

[Verse 3: Drake]
Too mix up in drama to go outside
Too mix up in drama to free my mind
Jealous people around me, I need to change my life
I just turn colder every time I try
What would I do without you, my chargie?
I don’t feel that way with anybody
Tell me your secrets, I’m not messy
Steady it for me, girl, hold steady
I wanna put you in my life
Your hair smell like the tropics, your body look nice
One fuck cyaan hold me, we gotta go twice
I’m here for you, just tell me what you like
I wanna put you in my life

[Chorus Wizkid]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Baby, come closer

Walk a mile in these Louboutins
But they don’t wear these shits where I’m from
I’m not hating, I’m just telling you
I’m tryna let you know what the fuck that I’ve been through
Two feet in the red dirt, school skirt
Sugar cane, back lanes
Three jobs, took years to save
But I got a ticket on that plane
People got a lot to say
But don’t know shit about where I was made
Or how many floors that I had to scrub
Just to make it past where I am from
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
I’ve been up all night, tryna get that rich
I’ve been work work work work working on my shit
Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live
I’ve been work work work work working on my shit
Now get this work, now get this work
Now get this work, now get this work
Working on my shit
You can hate it or love it
Hustle and the struggle is the only thing I’m trusting
Thorough bread in a mud brick before the budget
White chick on that Pac shit
My passion was ironic
And my dreams were uncommon
Guess I gone crazy, first deal changed me
Robbed blind, basically raped me
Ran through the bullshit like a Matador
Just made me madder and adamant to go at em
And even the score
So, I went harder
Studied the Carters till a deal was offered
Slept cold on the floor recording
At 4 in the morning
And now I’m passin’ the bar like a lawyer
Immigrant, art ignorant
Ya ill intent was insurance for my benefit
Hate to be inconsiderate
But the Industry took my innocence
Too late, now I’m in this bitch!
You don’t know the half
This shit get real
Valley girls giving blowjobs for Louboutins
What you call that?
Head over heels
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
No money, no family
Sixteen in the middle of Miami
I’ve been up all night, tryna get that rich
I’ve been work work work work working on my shit
Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live
I’ve been work work work work working on my shit
Now get this work, now get this work
Now get this work, now get this work
Working on my shit
Pledge allegiance to the struggle
Ain’t been easy
But cheers to Peezy for the weeks we lived out of duffel
Bags is all we had
Do anything for my Mama, I love you
One day I’ll pay you back for the sacrifice
That ya managed to muscle
Sixteen, you sent me through customs so
All aboard my spaceship to Mercury
Turn First at the light that’s in front me
Cause every night I’mma do it like it’s my last
This dream is all that I need
Cause its all that I ever had
Now get this work, now get this work
Now get this work, now get this work
Working on my shit
Now get this work, now get this work
Now get this work, now get this work
Working on my shit

Yo, VIP, let’s kick it!

Ice ice baby
Ice ice baby
All right stop
Collaborate and listen
Ice is back with my brand new invention
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Then I flow that a harpoon daily and nightly
Will it ever stop?
Yo, I don’t know
Turn off the lights and I’ll glow
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle

Dance
Bum rush the speaker that booms
I’m killin’ your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Deadly, when I play a dope melody
Anything less that the best is a felony
Love it or leave it
You better gain way
You better hit bull’s eye
The kid don’t play
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in, the Vegas are pumpin’
Quick to the point, to the point no faking
I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon
Burning them if they’re not quick and nimble
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
And a hi hat with a souped up tempo
I’m on a roll and it’s time to go solo
Rollin in my 5.0
With my ragtop down so my hair can blow
The girlies on standby
Waving just to say hi
Did you stop?
No, I just drove by
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I’m heading to the next block
That block was dead

Yo so I continued to a1a Beachfront Ave
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
Rock man lovers driving Lamborghini
Jealous ’cause I’m out getting mine
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Ready for the chumps on the wall
The chumps are acting ill because they’re so full of eight balls
Gunshots ranged out like a bell
I grabbed my nine
All I heard were shells
Fallin’ on the concrete real fast
Jumped in my car, slammed on the gas
Bumper to bumper the avenue’s packed
I’m tryin’ to get away before the jackers jack
Police on the scene
You know what I mean
They passed me up, confronted all the dope fiends
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Take heed, ’cause I’m a lyrical poet
Miami’s on the scene just in case you didn’t know it
My town, that created all the bass sound
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Conducted and formed
This is a hell of a concept
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Shay plays on the fade, slice it like a ninja
Cut like a razor blade so fast
Other DJ’s say, "damn"
If my rhyme was a drug
I’d sell it by the gram
Keep my composure when it’s time to get loose
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
If there was a problem
Yo, I’ll solve it!
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it

Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla
Ice ice baby Vanilla

Yo man, let’s get out of here
Word to your mother

Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold
Ice ice baby
Too cold too cold

[Intro]
(Go Grizz)

[Hook: OT Genasis]
Ay, thick, thick, thick, thick
I can’t even pass on her
She walk around with all of that ass on her
Thick, thick, thick, thick
I can’t even pass on her
She walk around with all of that ass on her

[Verse 1: OT Genasis]
Shawty bad as hell and she all about the lettuce
Waist line small, I’m like what you ate for breakfast?
Said she from Miami but she moving back to Texas
Know she want a nigga cause she staring at my necklace
Wanna hit the club cause she wanna show her clothes
Bought some new heels cause she wanna show her toes
Dress fit right and it’s better when she pose
Custom everything, you can’t find it in the store
Beep-beep-beep, that’s a bad bitch balling
Only fucking with you if you know what’s falling
Ain’t a gold digger cause she got her own shit
Ain’t a gold digger cause she got her own shit, yeah
Money in the bank, need no cheese
She’s on beat, hair on fleek
I ain’t talking no spending, hell nah that’s weak
Want a hood nigga that can give her that meat

[Hook: OT Genasis]
Ay, thick, thick, thick, thick
I can’t even pass on her
She walk around with all of that ass on her
Thick, thick, thick, thick
I can’t even pass on her
She walk around with all of that ass on her

[Verse 2: 2 Chainz]
She’s thick, lick
She thick, you switch
Good girl with a bad attitude
Take you everywhere, longitude, latitude
Gratitude, she from the peach state
I’m from pete sake’s
Pound on that ass, couple rounds make me sleep late
Bitch wait
Take her back like a rebate
She entre
My appetizer straight from cheese cake
He fake
He fake balling
Look at them
Tall guns to your walled in
Then she called up
That’s that take me to the mall strat
Fuck the mall up
Then I beat it till she ball up
All she want is a baller
She know I’m (?) ballers
Tonight she gon’ have to swallow
In the morning she gon’ have to swallow
Yeah, I can’t even lie to you
She told me, "Tity ain’t this pussy fire to you?" yeah

[Hook: OT Genasis]
Ay, thick, thick, thick, thick
I can’t even pass on her
She walk around with all of that ass on her
Thick, thick, thick, thick
I can’t even pass on her
She walk around with all of that ass on her

[Outro]
Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick
Thick, thick, thick, thick, thick
She thick, she thick, she thick
She thick, she thick, she thick
She thick, she thick, she thick

I’ve been in the stu late, workin’, no residuals
If we never speak again, I’m just glad I got to tell you truth
Ain’t playin’ count em’
You wanna come to paradise?
Matter of fact, you wanna come to Pluto?
Haha

She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
She got a few athletes on speed dial
I’m tryna get the case dismissed before I see trial
And these codeine handles ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
No this codeine ain’t got nothin’ to do with my lil’ child
I used to sell dope at my grandma’s house, as a rude child
All these cameras on, fuckin’ with my mood, wild
And these chains clinkin’ back and forth, they too loud
They know damn well this wasn’t promised
I know damn well this must be promised
Left every pair of Margielas at the condo
Technically I never packed up and leave
Left 80 racks in the dresser, you can keep
And I got this bad ting at disposal
I cooked it up and then I went global
My baby mama push a Range Rover
Had to make sure I got it fully loaded
Can’t be the one and then you get exposed
If you the one, then God will let me know
But at the same time, I like to vibe with one
I’m paranoid, I gotta ride with one
And I had to ‘splain to her last night
Had to send this one freak on the last flight
Had to send this one freak on the last flight

Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

Standin’ on black socks, meet me at the yacht dock
Icin’ out the clock, watch, bitches on my cock
Yeah, maybe it’s the drop, yeah
We get in our feelings, yeah
I don’t know how you would feel about if I ain’t have millions, yeah
I’m conversin’ with you, I hope you hear me, yeah
Keep my promise, take my love with you everywhere
And hell no it ain’t about no braggin’ rights
But even if it was, shit I got it
Pinstripes on a hardtop Bugatti
She told me she was an angel
She fucked two rappers and three singers
I’m a keep it genuine and tell the truth to you
I got this joint, she know what to do with me
And right now I don’t know what to do with you
I don’t wanna sound like I’m bein’ rude with you
She caught a red eye, leavin’ L.A
I shoulda gave her to the valet
And I had to tell her ’bout Miami
After she came with no panty

Won’t get a response from me, ain’t no confessions
Before I tell a lie, won’t tell you nothin’
Any time I got you, girl you my possession
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection
Even if I hit you once, you part of my collection

Lyrics Pitbull – We are strong

Mr. Worldwide, I just want to welcome everybody to my life
It’s heaven on earth, but it’s one hell of a ride
Let’s show everybody why love is a battlefield
Tell them how you feel.(we are strong)

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demand
Both of us knowing, love is a battlefield.

Closed the Grammys and got all the credits, literally
But I’m a hustler boy, you can’t rid of me
I’m not religious but my passport looks like a bible
Presidential debates unreliable versuri-lyrics.info
Politicians want to politick and politrick
That’s why I call this shit politricks
I’m a young man, old soul
I can’t listen to this new school shit
To me it’s just so-so
I did my own thing, created my own lane
I may not like the players, but I love the game
I love the hustle and that’s real
And that’s why love is a battlefield.

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demand
Love is a battlefield
We are strong
No one can tell us we’re wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing, love is a battlefield.

Born in Miami, Cuban boy in the ’80s
Took over the game and they thought we were crazy
You name it we did, we bought it, we sipped it, we run it
Let all these public traded companies know that we’re coming
David vs. Goliath, live in the flesh, Armando Perez, boy am I blessed
I learned from the worst, but listened to the best
Figure out that riddle and figure out success
I did my own thing, created my own lane
I may not like the players, but I love the game
I love the hustle and that’s real
And that’s why love is a battlefield.

We are young, heartache to heartache we stand
No promises, no demand
Love is a battlefield
We are strong, no one can tell us we’re wrong
Searching our hearts for so long
Both of us knowing, love is a battlefielddd.
Pitbull lyrics
Video strong

“Reminiscing on that, uh…
I remember they used to give us that free cheese…
A big block of that shit
Yeah, man I’m glad y’all ain’t gotta get that cheese
Man, I thank God my kids ain’t gotta see that cheese
Yo, you know what I’m saying?
You gotta feed it to them raw. Feel me?”

Renovating the ghettoes, moving me elsewhere
Daddy didn’t see pension they took his healthcare
Affordable housing and they fed us welfare
Showed us Tony Montana, teachers couldn’t care less
A young prince in Miami, son of a pharaoh
This is deeper than raps, I can’t run from the echoes
And I hear the screams
Under my mattress box springs, I still see the C.R.E.A.M
Mac 11 next to Grammy invitations
I’m never quiet, tell my niggas all my aspirations
No more beefing with rappers
It’s just murder or nothing
New positions to master, I perfected the others
Niggas shoot for the Magic, never heard of Matumbo
These are lucrative assets, golden words that will mumble you

This the biggest…
Corner store was the stage, I needed management
In a mansion that I could squeeze another phantom in
Negative people just seem to fail first
I said I’m a genius, put in the legwork
You step to my niggas, suggest you stay alert
No, I’ve never been lenient, nor a man of mercy
I stick my dick in her tell her my net worth
Then we stare at each other and see who catch first
A pretty chick, she resembles Stacy Dash
If it was her, she had to kiss my feet and lick my ass
Pussy nigga want war, til’ it’s “bonjour”
Those hitters sitting a bomb outside your mom door
Got your people alarmed cause we the armed force
Easy as leaking a song before I go on tour

Uh
Gang violence ongoing, let’s fight our own wars
Chicago been out of hand, the city lost its soul
Funeral every weekend or either you cremated
Homie’s son, he been murdered, he didn’t seem faded
Holding guns on the gram, out of my league baby
Real killers and hitters would rather live nameless
I got a homie I know with a twenty body count
Maybe once or twice a month he leave the house
Older brother, type to get a curly perm
Pappy Mason type respect for holding thirty birds
Never was a gangster, I just wanted in
No longer could I deny that I wanted a Benz
Booby gave me blessings and a root for me to win
I showed him my ambition in two different fields
Also, said I was a rapper, Booby here it is
Real talk my nigga, here it is

Tous les jours je taffe dur, tous les jours je galère
Tous les jours tu demandes combien y a d’zéros sur mon salaire
Tous les jours je taffe dur tous les jours je galère
Tous les jours tu demandes combien y a d’zéros sur mon salaire
Avant d’rentrer dans l’rap j’avais déjà plein d’ennemis
Tous ces pédés m’ont regardé à la Star Académy
J’suis hemi j’effleure le ciel, tu touches le RMI
J’fuck la vie, je vis la nuit, j’fais plus de bruit qu’un deux et demi
Tu m’a vu à la télé mais je n’suis pas ton ami
Tu ferais mieux de reculer si tu veux mon avis
À l’heure où je te parle j’suis peut-être à Miami
Accompagné d’un 90 D à bord d’ma Ferrari
J’peut finir au tarmi comme le célèbre chef Mamie
Sans dinde ni salami la la la chatte à ta mamie
Je viens de là où tu ne peux pas aller
Sur moi tu n’as aucun dossier tu n’peux pas parler
Je viens de Paris 92 capitale
Des dealeurs de came Hauts-de-Seine j’habite àl
Rafale de bastos dans les amidales
J’suis là pour la gagne ceci n’est pas un match amical
C’est un pour la monnaie, deux pour la monnaie,
Trois pour la monnaie, quatre pour la monnaie
Le rap est dead, MC tu fume trop d’herbe
T’as pas d’crédit sauf à la banque t’es qu’une grosse merde
Le son est lourd qui sont les loups
C’est nous 92i crew prédéstinés à rien du tout
L’illicite c’est mon dada comme pour les mecs à Guadada
972 HLM3 les mecs au heps à Guadada
J’te souhaite la mort sans aucun souci
Joue pas les gros bras j’suis Garcimore avec un uzi, abracadabra
Un faut mouv’ le mouv te croque Mazalaza pour s’amuser
Le boulbi vient de Tsunami s’y ressentent une onde de choc
Le son vient de la benz, le tien vient de la benne
Couleur ébéne plus le combat est dur plus la victoire est belle
Ne joue pas avec la rue tu risques d’en payer le prix
Combien sont mort ou handicapés, s’en sont jamais remis