Tag: Amber Rose


DDG & Famous Dex – Lettuce




[Intro: DDG]
Tre on the beat, yuh
I put the racks in the mattress
I put the Rollie in safe
I bought a Beamer to race
I should’ve bought me a Wraith
These niggas be broke, so they hate
Appointment for money, I never late
All night I been thumbin’ through cake
Di-diamonds splash, put my neck in a lake

[Chorus: DDG]
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy

[Verse 1: DDG]
Pockets be lettuce like green
Blue hunnids, stuffed it all in my jeans
Take one like we shootin’ a scene
Rich boy and I’m only a teen
I can never go broke
Cali brother, I can’t fuck with no coat
Call yo bitch, tell her I’m tryna poke
Neck wet and my wrist on soak
I hit with no date
If she make me bored, I’m gone skate
Penthouse and an i8
For the pussy, I won’t wait
I cannot starve
Ten bands for the tab at the bar
Too lit, I can’t hop in the car
Zero speed, dash lookin like [?]
She fell in love with my bank
Green like weed but my money don’t stink
Hybrid whip with no gas in the tank
I’m gettin money, nigga, fuck what you think

[Chorus: DDG]
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy

[Verse 2: Famous Dex]
I put them racks in the mattress, huh
I tell my bitch she can have it, huh
Matter fact she gotta bag it
Countin’ the hunnids and baby, don’t hide it
Huh, ooh, okay, yeah
Flexin, I bought me a Wraith, ooh
Yeah, yeah, a day, ooh
Fuck yo lil bitch everyday, ooh
Wait, bust on her face, ooh
She callin’ me Dex everyday, ooh
Yeah, hangin’ with DDG
The money, I keep it on me
Wait, huh, [?] all in my teeth
Ooh, [?] all in my teeth
Hah, diamonds is all in my teeth
Look at my watch, I got an AP, a what
Yeah, huh, fuck yo lil bitch on the way
Huh, I got my Glock on my waist
Huh, sippin that wop to the face, yeah

[Chorus: DDG]
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy

[Verse 3: DDG]
Chase statement, hunnid bands
Bust Rollie, got my rocks in the sand
Why these hoes keep on actin’, they playin’
Stop boostin’, bitch you know I’m the man
I do not care for these hoes
Bust a nut and it land on her nose
Kick her out, let her put on her clothes
Slut walk, nigga, that’s Amber Rose
I made a hunnid in 30, but I need a hunnid a day
Young nigga steady pavin’ the way
Big money, I’m increasin my pay
This one girl said I’m ugly
I just thought the shit was funny
Break bread then she fucked me
When she see me get money
My life real, no effects
Direct deposit, I can’t fuck with no checks
She not fuckin’ so I boot her in Texas
This Beamer mine, I do not have to flex

[Chorus: DDG]
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce
Pockets be lookin’ like lettuce, ayy

[Outro: DDG & Famous Dex]
Pockets be lookin like lettuce
Pockets be lookin like lettuce
Ayy (Yeah, a what, Dexter)




Bramma & King Vegas – Jazmine Lyrics




(Chorus)
Hello mama, how are you doing?
Hey yow, Jasmine I wanna be your Aladdin
Am the magic carpet, how are you doing?

Hello, Jasmine waan be your Aladdin

(Verse 1)
Bumper big suh
Batty rider
She’s a whiner, clothes a designer
Shape like Amber Rose, Black China
You vagina nuh big like Sabina
Mi seh you like Kardashian out
Wa dem chatting about?

Mrs Hollywood
Life of the rice and the famous
Store mi number, put mi name first

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
?? Straight to the point
Am trying to roll with you
Ain’t talking bout rolling joints
Trying to get you to understand
I wanna be your man
You got me wishing for your body like am rubbing lamps
Hey yow Bramma, I swear she’s the baddest
The way her body moving got me thinking it was magic
Body is able, Amazing, her face is fantastic
As soon as I see her eyes just know I have to have it

(Repeat Chorus 2X)


Ab-Soul – Womanogamy


[Intro]
The goal is not to, uh, make my cup full
That’s the goal, that’s the ultimate goal
One wrong move in this motherfucker
*Spark*

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Look, I got two baby mamas, but I ain’t got no kids
Nah, I’m fuckin’ with you, them my lesbian friends
Real shit, they been together for over a few years
Every time I smell the sage burning man I think of them
Jade wanna be a surrogate and carry my kids
I’d probably give Lonnie cash if she will really let me hit
We think she Nefertiti, and I believe it
Unisex said that she turned gold durin’ her DMT trip

[Hook: Ab-Soul and ScHoolboy Q]
‘Cause I like girls that like girls that’s in love with me
Just promise me you’ll remain anonymous
She said am I faithful, I said I’m womanogamous
Womanogamous, womanogamous
She asked am I faithful
Womanogamous, womanogamous
‘Cause I like girls that like (I like girls that like)
From the womb to the tomb, nigga
Put that womb in the tomb, nigga (Womanogamous)
I said from the womb to the tomb, nigga
Keep that womb in the tomb, nigga (Womanogamous)
From the womb to the tomb, nigga
Leave that womb in the tomb, nigga
Amber Rose taught you how to be a bad bitch
This should be your favorite track, bitch! (Turn me up, fool!)

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
I’m a Pisces, I got Aphrodite in my back
Pocket on the ring of my keys
Hope her and her son Eros get where they supposed to go
They playin’ tug of war with me, and I can’t bend no more
I’m too emotional for that, but I don’t show it
If I’m two fishes tied by the tail, then where I’m goin’?
Hold that thought, next scene, shit, it would be the moaning
I give her morning wood, then roll my wood up in the morning
Finesse this flow from Lucki Eck$
I’m finger-fuckin’ Mother Earth
Put my thumb up in her butt, then roll like a was bowlin’
Gettin’ comatose and high, they on my pole ‘cause I told ’em
I guess if you was Nuit you would know it
And Christ died at 33, and she at 33
And she was born on two eleven; that’s a robbery
Damn, she done stole my heart from me

[Hook: Ab-Soul and ScHoolboy Q]
‘Cause I like girls that like girls that’s in love with me
Just promise me you’ll remain anonymous
She said am I faithful, I said I’m womanogamous
Womanogamous, womanogamous
She asked am I faithful
Womanogamous, womanogamous
‘Cause I like girls that like (I like girls that like)
From the womb to the tomb, nigga
Put that womb in the tomb, nigga (Womanogamous)
I said from the womb to the tomb, nigga
Keep that womb in the tomb, nigga (Womanogamous)
From the womb to the tomb, nigga
Leave that womb in the tomb, nigga
Amber Rose taught you how to be a bad bitch
This should be your favorite track, bitch!

[Outro]
Womanogamous
Didn’t drop the cup, fool!
(YMF, nigga!)


Ab-Soul – Womanogamy Lyrics


The goal is not to..uh..make my cup full
“What’s the goal? What’s the ultimate goal..? One wrong move in this muthafucka
*Spark*

[Verse 1: Ab-Soul]
Look, I got two baby mommas
But I ain’t got no kids. Nah, I’m fucking with you
They my lesbian friends
Real shit, they been together for over a few years
Every time I smell the sage burning man I think of them
Jade wanna be a surrogate and carry my kids
I’d probably give Lonnie cash if she will really lemme hit
We think she Nefertiti and I believe it
? said she turned gold in her DMT trip

[Hook: Ab-Soul and ScHoolboy Q]
Cause I like girls that like girls thats in love with me
Just promise me you’ll remain anonymous
She said am I faithful
I said I’m womanogamist
Womanogamist womanogamist
She asked am I faithful
Womanogamist womanogomist
Cause I like girl that like (I like girls that like)
From the whom to the tomb nigga
Put that womb in the tomb nigga (womanogomist)
I said from the womb to the tomb nigga
Keep that womb in the tomb nigga (womanogomist)
From the womb to the tomb nigga
? that womb in the tomb nigga

[Bridge]
Amber Rose taught you how to be a bad bitch
This should be your favorite track, bitch (turn it up fool)

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
I’m a pisces
I got Aphrodite in my back pocket
On the ring of my keys
Hope her and her son Eros
Get where they supposed to go
They playing tug of war with me
And I can’t bend no more
I’m too emotional for that
But I don’t show it
If I’m two fishes tied by the tail
Then where am I goin
Hold that thought, next scene
Shit, it would be the morning
I give her morning wood then roll my wood up in the morning
Finesse this flow from Lucki Eck$
I’m finger fucking mother earth
Put my thumb up in her butt
Then roll like a was bowling
Getting comatose and high
They on my pole ‘cause I told them
I guess if you was Huey you would know it
Christ died at 33 and she at 33
And she was born on two eleven, that’s a robbery
She done stole my heart from me

[Hook: Ab-Soul]
Cause I like girls that like girls thats in love with me
Just promise me you’ll remain anonymous
She said am I faithful
I said I’m womanogamist
Womanogamist womanogamist
She asked am I faithful
Womanogamist womanogomist
Cause I like girl that like (I like girls that like)
From the whom to the tomb nigga
Put that womb in the tomb nigga (womanogomist)
I said from the womb to the tomb nigga
Keep that womb in the tomb nigga (womanogomist)
From the womb to the tomb nigga
Keep that womb in the tomb nigga

[Outro]
If Amber Rose taught you how to be a bad bitch
This should be your favorite track, bitch
Didn’t drop the cup full (YMF nigga)


Frank Ocean – Nikes (Blonde Album)


[Intro]

[Hook: Frank Ocean]
These bitches want Nikes
They looking for a check
Tell em it ain’t likely
Said she need a ring like Carmelo
Must be on that white like Othello
All you want is Nikes
But the real ones just like you
Just like me
[Verse 1: Frank Ocean]
I don’t play, I don’t make time
But if you need dick I got you and I yam from the line
Pour up for A$AP
RIP Pimp C
RIP Trayvon, that nigga look just like me
Woo, fuckin’ buzzin’, woo!
That my little cousin, he got a little trade
His girl keep the scales, a little mermaid
We out by the pool, some little mermaids
Me and them gel
Like twigs with them bangs
Now that’s a real mermaid
You been holding your breath
Weighted down
Punk madre, punk papa
He don’t care for me
But he cares for me
And that’s good enough
We don’t talk much or nothin’
But when we talkin’ about something
We have good discussion
I met his friends last week, feels like they’re up to something
That’s good for us

[Verse 2: Frank Ocean]
We’ll let you guys prophesy
We’ll let you guys prophesy
We gon’ see the future first
We’ll let you guys prophesy
We gon’ see the future first
Living so the last night feels like a past life
Speaking of the, don’t know what got into people
Devil be possessin homies
Demons try to body jump
Why you think I’m in this bitch wearing a fucking Yarmulke
Acid on me like the rain
Weed crumbles into glitter
Rain, glitter
We laid out on this wet floor
Away turf, no Astro
Mesmerized how the strobes glow
Look at all the people feet dance
I know that your nigga came with you
But he ain’t with you
We only human and it’s humid in these Balmains
I mean my balls sticking in my jeans
We breathin pheremones, Amber Rose
Sippin’ pink-gold lemonades
Feelin’

[Bridge: Frank Ocean]
I may be younger but I’ll look after you
We’re not in love, but I’ll make love to you
When you’re not here I’ll save some for you
I’m not him but I’ll mean something to you
I’ll mean something to you
I’ll mean something to you
You got a roommate he’ll hear what we do
It’s only awkward if you’re fucking him too

[Verse 3: KOHH]
一人の男
たくさんかわいい女の子
誰かのことを 誰も縛れはしない
他人の心
まあ、飲みたいならお酒でも飲もう(ふぉ)
彼女がいたり、彼氏がいたり
気の合っちゃう人間2人
しょうがない
男たちと 女たち
去るもの追わず
来るもの選ぶ
それだけの話
今しかない時間
大事にしな
何億万人も
いい人ならいるよ
あの子がまたモデルの子に嫉妬
でも好きなら好き
無理なら無理だし
次から次に (次に)
類が友を呼んでくれるいつも (類が友を呼ぶ)
たまには離れてみるのも必要 (必要…必要…)
自由にする まるでパリスヒルトン (パリスヒルトン)


Joe Budden – Time For Work lyrics

October 29, 2016

Lyrics

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[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Yeah, up top, what’s popping with it?
Whatever we doing we doing it with a lot of bitches
Nigga, I mean a whole lot of bitches
Outside of my normal, some even hotter bitches
Yeah, shorty say all that’s her own body
Chances are she already in the phone probably
Ass fat enough to buy that bitch her own property
That’s my definition of a home body
Got a Rollie in her wrist and her tone cocky
Nonetheless I only check her ’cause her dome sloppy
Gave her all that she could handle though
She put her mouth around the wiz, something Amber Rose
Get her naked and she look like Amber Rose
I was taping the whole thing then the camera froze
To this day her and I remain amicable
She even let me bust first, she so mannerable
[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go

[Interlude: Joe Budden]
WJBOC 101.9, and I’m your host DJ Verified rocking out with you. Doing it for the grown and sexy out there. 35 and up, 35 and up only. Call us up, we’re doing a live remote from Club Deco. Call us up, 1-800-We Too Old For The Fuck Shit. We wanna talk to you, come on

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Been thinking about you for quite some time
And you ain’t seen crazy quite like mine
Nah, I’ve been occupied, sike, I’m lying
You know how the saying go, out of sight, out of mind
Just kidding, could tell I like you
She just moved to Queens [?]
Hella prideful, everything I buy two
Everything his/hers, Jemele and Michael
Should’ve been left, but I’m still in here
Last place she’d expect to see a millionaire go
On and on and on and
Please, baby, no Tweets, put away your phone and
Ride and moaning to five in the morning
Had to Uber on the way right at you yawning
[?] joke alone, Joe Malone
Of the green bottle same color of provologne
If it’s on Don Corleone go with the throne
Still I’m the best kept secret though I’m [?]
In the focus homes
And that much real estate like the focus homes
When the clothes is gone
I be going going Baghdad, all the approach is wrong
And she ain’t the type of lady to sit in coach for long
With me as high king she take her liking
To trim and piping when the kitchen [?]
Quite surprising the post of my dreams
If father stretch appears like ultralight beams
Surmised by the size of her thighs, it might seem
Dreamy eyes get wide with the life of my stream, hey
Getting all up in her guts with it
Gotta bust multiple nuts with it
That’s how it sound when we together
She my queen with the crown and she down for whatever

[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go


Joe Budden – Time For Work (Rage & The Machine Album) letras

October 26, 2016

Lyrics

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[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 1: Joe Budden]
Yeah, up top, what’s popping with it?
Whatever we doing we doing it with a lot of bitches
Nigga, I mean a whole lot of bitches
Outside of my normal, some even hotter bitches
Yeah, shorty say all that’s her own body
Chances are she already in the phone probably
Ass fat enough to buy that bitch her own property
That’s my definition of a home body
Got a Rollie in her wrist and her tone cocky
Nonetheless I only check her ’cause her dome sloppy
Gave her all that she could handle though
She put her mouth around the wiz, something Amber Rose
Get her naked and she look like Amber Rose
I was taping the whole thing then the camera froze
To this day her and I remain amicable
She even let me bust first, she so mannerable

[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go

[Interlude: Joe Budden]
WJBOC 101.9, and I’m your host DJ Verified rocking out with you. Doing it for the grown and sexy out there. 35 and up, 35 and up only. Call us up, we’re doing a live remote from Club Deco. Call us up, 1-800-We Too Old For The Fuck Shit. We wanna talk to you, come on

[Bridge: Joe Budden]
What’s going on in this motherfucker?
See a lot of funny looks, made me think that something’s wrong in this motherfucker
If I let the milli rock it’ll be a different song in this motherfucker
Two bitches in the club, can’t we all get along in this motherfucker?
Rodney King and I’m gone in this motherfucker
Grown than a motherfucker

[Verse 2: Joe Budden]
Been thinking about you for quite some time
And you ain’t seen crazy quite like mine
Nah, I’ve been occupied, sike, I’m lying
You know how the saying go, out of sight, out of mind
Just kidding, could tell I like you
She just moved to Queens [?]
Hella prideful, everything I buy two
Everything his/hers, Jemele and Michael
Should’ve been left, but I’m still in here
Last place she’d expect to see a millionaire go
On and on and on and
Please, baby, no Tweets, put away your phone and
Ride and moaning to five in the morning
Had to Uber on the way right at you yawning
[?] joke alone, Joe Malone
Of the green bottle same color of provologne
If it’s on Don Corleone go with the throne
Still I’m the best kept secret though I’m [?]
In the focus homes
And that much real estate like the focus homes
When the clothes is gone
I be going going Baghdad, all the approach is wrong
And she ain’t the type of lady to sit in coach for long
With me as high king she take her liking
To trim and piping when the kitchen [?]
Quite surprising the post of my dreams
If father stretch appears like ultralight beams
Surmised by the size of her thighs, it might seem
Dreamy eyes get wide with the life of my stream, hey
Getting all up in her guts with it
Gotta bust multiple nuts with it
That’s how it sound when we together
She my queen with the crown and she down for whatever

[Hook: Emanny]
If you really dig me how about you leave here with me?
Come on, shorty, let me know
Come on, shorty, let me know
We can do whatever, promise, ain’t no pressure
Hurry, girl, I got to go
Hurry, girl, I got to go


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