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Roc Marciano – Happy Endings Lyrics


[Intro]
Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby
Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby
Yeah, check it
Check it

[Chorus]
Do-re-me, fa-lo-sa-ti
Follow me, so crazy
Don’t pay freaks, the hoes pay me
So wavy, you know, baby, oh
Oh
Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby
Yeah, oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby
(Marc’)

[Verse 1]
Check it
The love outweigh the hate
Accept the fate
This came with being great
It’s all balance
It’s give and take
I’m in a good space
Rolling with the wood face
Might spray bait
Put up in good faith
I wish you pussies would say my name (Say it)
Get your frame flamed
Shot, thrown out the plane
You die trying to hang on the wing
My lady ring
Was made by Vera Wang
We all make errors
No whore can make me jealous
Bitch my taste is exquisite
If you feel you equipped to bang
Then take the quiz my nigga
I bet you fail it
I bet you get your head split like a melon
Ain’t no tellin
The flow is credit
But the game is sold separate
Made cocaine more famous
Than the flavor known as peppermint
We came up
Life’s like a episode of The Jeffersons
My man brung the Tec
He snuck a weapon in
You tuck your necklace in
I’m just settling in
Yeah, I said we was pimps
Everything that I said I meant
I’m a man, you a bitch
So we can’t settle this like men
Niggas is kids
Niggas still taking pictures of they kicks
I might take your bitch
Just for kicks
The fiends is mad I came late with the fix
I should have won the chip
But it was fixed
The shit went down without a hitch, Slim
Bullets whizzing through the brisk wind
Chipped your wig
Cross my team and
You can’t live to eat a chicken wing

I’m trying to cop
The Beamer Six
Before the spring hit
f*ck what you thinkin
Stinkin bitch
Marc’, nigga
What you thinkin
Stinkin bitch?

[Chorus]
Do-re-me, fa-lo-sa-ti
Follow me, so crazy
Don’t chase hoes, the hoes chase me
So wavy, you know, baby, oh
Yeah
Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby
Yeah, oh, baby, oh, baby, oh

[Verse 2]
Did my dirt in the streets
Gotta learn from mistakes
Stand firm and squirt the .38
Or turn the other cheek
Swerve in the V with
Different color schemes
They seen us coming
I’m becoming a
Young Phil Drummond
You still my son and
Death is in the tongue
Soon I’ll be done beloved
Shit was a dub
These bum niggas a dime a dozen
Rhyme bustas (hot bustas)
Ridin buses
Shots from cocksuckers
I might pop you and
Hop in the Cutlass
I don’t give a squat
If its topless or covered
As long as these young foxes
Rocking pumps
And try to jump in
Copped a truck to make punches in
I hit the block and punched in
My hoe took a couple bumps
Off a hunded slip
Not every nigga with money’s rich
?You lucky prick?
It’s either get bloody or plug me in, ya dig?
No funny biz
I leave pockets with
The Bugs Bunny ears
Your career’s doing the running man
Damn
Used to go hand in hand
Was hungry like a wolf
Duran Duran
I come put one in your deriare
(Yeah, Yeah)
Uh
I come put one in your derrière
(Yeah)

[Chorus]
Do-re-me, fa-lo-sa-ti
Follow me, so crazy
Don’t chase hoes, the hoes chase me
So wavy, you know, baby, oh
Yeah
Oh, baby, oh, baby, oh, baby
Yeah, oh, baby, oh


Rick Ross – She On My Dick (feat. Gucci Mane) (Uncensored)


[Intro: Rick Ross]
Who at the door?
Put the money up
I’ma be done kilt one of these niggas ’round here man
Who dat is?
Uhhhhh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats
Parkin’ bean projects where the killers be
Can’t be talkin’ out loud or niggas gettin’ shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop
Swear to god I’ma die for this wristwatch
Growing up at risco they called us piss poor
Realest nigga in the city, let a bitch know
Red bottoms all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike
Jabar home, going on his fifth Rolls Royce
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys
Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos
Walk up on ’em with the forty and the case closed
Double M the label with the most pesos
I bought a condo and that bitch got eight floors

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick
It make sense, she on my dick
Making moves in the city so she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
I’m making moves, she on my dick

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I get a rush when I see these bitches watching me
It’s like a high when I see these bitches jocking me
She on my dick like she heard what I’m ordering
Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these
She on my dick like she seen some’ she shouldn’t’ve seen
Two hundred thou’, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She see my moves, she on my dick
The richest nigga, yeah she on my dick

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Baby girl do your thing in your Vera Wang
Ever dealt with a nigga still dealing cocaine
Never made it to the game before it’s halftime
Ten stacks for the seats or you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline
Lot of bitches but I focus on my fab five
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride
Bitch ass nappy girl, you need that rich shit
It take real heart to wanna be a rich bitch
She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich bitch
Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis
She was posting pictures of the gifts that he would gift her
But the pussy goes to the richest nigga
And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She see my moves, she on my dick
The richest nigga, yeah she on my dick


Westside Gunn – Eric B (Hitler On Steroids Album)


[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]
Yo, turned Judas for the Yeezy 2’s
Balmain biker suit with no bike
The Royce got no roof
Feel like I’ve been sellin’ dope my whole life
Celine on my team, A.P.C Kanye saggin’ in my dreams
Ran trains on Vera Wang, pray for Paris then you pray for me
Madonnas on the mock necks
Wave the MACs out the drop pair
Sportin’ DM in the BMs
Even the blind man he tryin’ to see the Feds
So now these all have zip
Sharks on the Givenchys, who wanna swim?
Gargle with Belaire, beware
Style so dope, Versace brains on the stairs
Elegance, Pyrex for measurements
Iceberg history, your misery, your missin’ the concepts
Android homie, your home, where the work?
Just [?], Dobermans on the shirt
Before I starve, hit [?] with a mop
Breakin’ bricks at Joyrich, we rich
Shootouts at Bally’s, left his brains on the suede joints
Yo Lord, I think I’m motherfuckin’ hit
Throwin’ testers out the window
Fiends scramblin’, I’m just dancin’ in my Kenzo
Pump the Enzo, wack crack spot mascots
For more [?] drug dealer dreams came true
Don’t get your moms burried, stylin’
Margiela Gats and the most sane
Pissin’ D’Ussé for a week straight
Saint Laurent over the Glock, kick in your door
All you seen was red bottom on the moccasins

[Hook]
Thank God he gave us drug dealin’
Thank God he gave us drug dealin’
Thank God he gave us drug dealin’

[Verse 2: Westside Gunn]
Yo, got the [?] joint watermelon
You saw the real in my eyes to where your powder swimmin’
Will fly fry God blessin’ America
Pardon my back, Pyrex, two-three cover the MAC
Immaculate with a half a brick
Bag the fish, then I scramble like [?]
Niggas know my repertoire, I dropped real tears when kid shot Escobar
Best of all time when it come down to this fly shit
All star, my rhyme, crime, drive-bys, line for line sick
Sportin’ [?] in Doomsday, compare me to [?], room spray
Got the beam on the Glock tip
Popped up in the drop six and shot flips
Caused the riot up at [?]
Gas stoves, use the hammer or the fork

[Hook]
Thank God he gave us drug dealin’
Thank God he gave us drug dealin’
Thank God he gave us drug dealin’
Thank God he gave us drug dealin’


Rick Ross – She On My Dick (feat. Gucci Mane)


[Intro: Rick Ross]
Who at the door?
Put the money up
I’ma be done kilt one of these niggas ’round here man
Who dat is?
Uhhhhh

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I had to wet the donkey, get some pillow seats
Parkin’ bean projects where the killers be
Can’t be talkin’ out loud or niggas gettin’ shot
Homicide, died in the line of hip hop
All my niggas out the scott snagged the quick slop
Swear to god I’ma die for this wristwatch
Growing up at risco they called us piss poor
Realest nigga in the city, let a bitch know
Red bottoms all white just to shoot dice
Rick Brown leave ya, do it like I’m Big Mike
Jabar home, going on his fifth Rolls Royce
I drop the top and let him wave at the dope boys
Fake golds, niggas front with these dracos
Walk up on ’em with the forty and the case closed
Double M the label with the most pesos
I bought a condo and that bitch got eight floors

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick
Richest nigga in the city so she on my dick
It make sense, she on my dick
Making moves in the city so she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
I’m making moves, she on my dick

[Verse 2: Gucci Mane]
I get a rush when I see these bitches watching me
It’s like a high when I see these bitches jocking me
She on my dick like she heard what I’m ordering
Drop top Mulsanne, it’s just one of these
She on my dick like she seen some’ she shouldn’t’ve seen
Two hundred thou’, one hundred’s crammed in my Givenchy jeans
And she just wanna make a scene, tryna join the team
And I just wanna paint her face like it’s Maybelline
Bill Belichick, I just got another ring
Bust another check and I just bought a new machine
And like the Chargers I’m about to move the team
You bought a Charger, well Gucci bought a Lamborghin’

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She see my moves, she on my dick
The richest nigga, yeah she on my dick

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
Baby girl do your thing in your Vera Wang
Ever dealt with a nigga still dealing cocaine
Never made it to the game before it’s halftime
Ten stacks for the seats or you can have mine
Never seated by a snitch, they give me bad vibes
Pop a bottle every time you niggas flatline
Lot of bitches but I focus on my fab five
Made her count a half a ticket on the cab ride
Bitch ass nappy girl, you need that rich shit
It take real heart to wanna be a rich bitch
She was the youngest and her mama had six kids
Called her a dummy but she turned into a rich bitch
Run with a nigga with some money out in Memphis
She was posting pictures of the gifts that he would gift her
But the pussy goes to the richest nigga
And guess what? Rozay is that nigga!

[Hook: Rick Ross]
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
Richest nigga in the city, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She on my dick, she on my dick
She see my moves, she on my dick
The richest nigga, yeah she on my dick


Meek Mill – Fa Sho (feat. T Dot) (Priorities 5 Album) letras

October 20, 2016

Lyrics

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[Hook: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
I’ve been getting money on the low
Type of nigga buy a Birken for your hoe
Hundred thousand on me everywhere I go
Bought a Range just to drive it in the snow
Fuck you niggas talking shit is lit
Riding dirty got the chopper in the Bent
Got your baby momma trying to get a flick
Now nigga tell your baby momma fuck up off my dick
I’m just cooling with my young niggas
She in the VIP with all these drug dealers
Acting like she never fucked with you
And she told me that you a fuck nigga
When you popping like we popping my nigga ain’t no laying low
Mixing that Givenchy with Valentino camo
Fuck on the air mattress all in the bando
Dabbing like I’m Cam tho
Touchdown, yeah hoe

[Hook: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
And the streets know my name that’s fa sho, sho

[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
Yea, mobbing at the clear port
Richard Milli all plain like the air port
Therefore I am flyer than an air force
Looking devilish I pull up in that red Porsch
Now we got your bitch up on the money train
I heard she fucking what’s his name and what’s his name
We only know your wifey by her Twitter name
I only pop the perc so I don’t feel the pain
Feel the pain, feel the pain, make them feel the flame
All these corny niggas winning I don’t know who to blame
But maybe its the internet, I’ve been busy counting money you should do the same
Every nigga round me got a body
Shorty with me trying to kick it like karate
In my DM acting thirsty word to Gotti
And it be going down when I pull up to the party

[Hook: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m still balling, money still calling
I’m on my eigth Rollie, niggas still talking
Flood the whole band, it look like real water
Ticket after ticket I feel like I’m will calling
Niggas hating on me I don’t feel for ’em
Cause my South Philly niggas kill at will for ’em
And my North Philly niggas do the drill for ’em
The lawyers paid nigga made me spend a mil on ’em, pussy!
Blow the motherfucking money on these niggas

[Hook: Tdot Illdude]
I be getting money fucking hoes
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of things on me everywhere I go
If you on the other side then you got to go
Bruce Lee Roy I got the glow
Diamonds dancing in my chain it come from Joe
Hundred bands on me everywhere I go
Lot of niggas hating but they keep it on the low
I keep my bitch in Celine that’s fa sho
I keep my bitch in Vera Wang that’s fa sho
I keep my hittas on the plane that’s fa sho
And the streets know my names that’s fa sho, sho