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Curren$y – Pegasus (Jet Life Remix)




[Hook: Big Krit (2x)]
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

[Verse 1: Young Jeezy]
Hood niggas they die young
Real niggas they die rich
Life’s a slut, dirty ho
Either way I can’t bitch
Kick back with 3 females
Pouring shots in front getting details
Said presidents in that presidential
Big face and that’s detail
Whole thing that’s wholesale
Kush louder than a doorbell
Popped up in your town
With the whole floor of the hotel
Trump Towers I’m sky high
One wish I die high
Gold casket when they carry me
Don’t cry when they bury me
Foreign whips got no tops
Louis loafers got no socks
Can’t sleep without the cameras on
Under both pillows got both Glocks
Condo’s on top floors
Back shots best sex ho
G4’s on runways
Don’t miss this Jet ho

[Hook]
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Top of the morning
I’m on top at the moment
I kick the industry door in
I made a way for my homies
A couple sucker niggas supposedly plotting on me
Not felons, more phonies
Not beef that’s more baloney
No time to spend on it
I’m out chasing this money
No time for them monkeys
More Sosa, less Tony
Your girl want hop on it
Can’t hide I bet she want it
Ferrari 599 bitch want ride my pony?

[Hook]
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Prepare for takeoff
Young Money in the front like the pace car
Young Tunechi I got the blunt I need a copilot
Throwing snitches off the plane they going skydiving
Yeah, I’m at a skateboard session
Bitch I be so high I can meet George Jetson
Hoes in the cockpit, wearing trukfit
Jet life no turbulence

[Hook]
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Don’t miss this jet ho
Talking jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life
Jet life to the next life




Lil Wayne “Dedication 6: Reloaded” Mixtape: Listen




Lil Wayne debuts his new mixtape Dedication 6: Reloaded with 20 more bangers.

Weezy released Dedication 6 in December and a month later he released the part two of the album hosted by DJ Drama making it the latest addition to his Gangsta Grillz mixtape series. Drama and Lil Wayne teamed up in 2005 for the launch of the series and since then we’ve seen six installments and now sign that they will ever end the production. D6: Reloaded is the latest addition to the saga.

D6R comes with 20 songs including a track with Drake “Family Feud,” Rich The Kid is featured on “Don’t Shoot Em” and Juelz Santana came through for “Bloody Mary.” Elsewhere on the project you will also find remixed for $AP Ferg’s “Plain Jane,” Lil Pump’s “Gucci Gang” called “Groupie Gang,” and Kendrick Lamar and Rihanna’s “Loyalty” called “Weezy N Madonna.”

Lil Wayne and DJ Drama brings forward a variety of guest artists for each installment in the Dedication mixtape series. Over the years we’ve seen the likes of The Weeknd, Nicki Minaj, T.I., J. Cole and more jumping on the project. For the first half of D6, Weezy tapped some of his Young Money comrades, Gudda Gudda, Euro, Cory Gunz, and HoodyBaby, for some guest verses.

While he has been dropping mixtapes, we’ve yet to get a full album from Lil Wayne for years after Cash Money shelves his long-awaited Tha Carter V project. Last year he filed legal documents asking a judge to dissolve Young Money or appoint a receiver to oversee the operations but Birdman objected to the move and file a counter as he moves to block Weezy from disbanding the iconic label they founded 15 years ago. Wayne has a pending lawsuit against Birdman and Cash Money for $51 million. That case has been ongoing for the past three years.

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Lil Wayne – Thought it Was a Drought” Lyrics


(Verse)
Big body on brabas, that’s all I know
Big shotties in the closet, that’s all I wore
Screaming “money over power”
Quote, un-quote
And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (hold up)
I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I’m smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah)
Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count
Get ’em
Skating, made em standing like dating them
Running like Payton, I’m Christian like late and I’m
Putting some straightener in all of these Satans I’m
Wilder than David and Goliath on date with them
Quietly waiting I’m trying to be patient but
They want me to wait for Simon to say it but
I am to pay this up, talk to my agent or
They talk about you to your congregation
Man, no conversation or negotiation
No affiliation by association
I need confirmation for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take drugs in rotation
That AK gon’ sound like a standing ovation
They landing your facial bandana rosacia
I’m all about numbers, comparisons, racials
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me unparralleled
Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a parachute and a “geronimo”
This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck like a snaggle-tooth
I ain’t got time for no rumours when I am not human, all you men I’m booming…
Big body on brabas, that’s all I know
Big shotties in the closet, that’s all I wore
Screaming “money over power”
Quote, un-quote
And if the bread get too low, kidnap John Doe (hold up)
I just fucked your bitch in some Young Money flip flops
I’m smoking on that loud and you can hear a pin drop (hold up)
I just kissed my bitch and I left codeine in her mouth (yeah)
Swimming in my money, I smell chlorine when I count
Get ’em
Skating, made em standing like dating them
Running like Payton, I’m Christian like late and I’m
Putting some straightener in all of these Satans I’m
Wilder than David and Goliath on date with them
Quietly waiting I’m trying to be patient but
They want me to wait for Simon to say it but
I am to pay this up, talk to my agent or
They talk about you to your congregation
Man, no conversation or negotiation
No affiliation by association
I need confirmation for my compensation
Or we make a corpse out of your corporation
I need my donation, take drugs in rotation
That AK gon’ sound like a standing ovation
They landing your facial bandana rosacia
I’m all about numbers, comparisons, racials
Collateral, collateral. Xanax and adderal got me unparralleled
Me and your bitch compatible, go together like a parachute and a “geronimo”
This dick is mechanical, but he get too casual up in the vaginal
I pop a viagra, she hop like a kangaroo, suck like a snaggle-tooth
I ain’t got time for no rumours when I am not human, all you men I’m booming

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Lil Wayne – 5 Star (feat. Nicki Minaj)


[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Tunechi
Barbie
Young Money

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I been smoking gas, killin’ bitches
Man, I feel just like a gang-star
Cover up my face like a ninja
In this Alexander Wang scarf
I’mma drop a bag, they gon’ pull up
And then they gon’ let them things off
I ain’t switchin’ up my hairstyle
But my niggas let it bang off

Percocets and Addies, lookin’ for a fuck I could give
All these hatin’ bitches plottin’ why they can’t let me live
Me and Weezy in Liv
When my album drop these bitches is gon’ cry in the car
All your yes-men out here lyin’, had you dyin’ to spar
You was tryin’ too hard

I’m out here livin’ though, I am out here livin’ though
Me and Tunechi winnin’ though
Slimes out here twinnin’ though
I am on my pivot though
I am just so pivotal
Bands, I go get it though
Weezy on his pedestal

A lot of gang shit, a whole lot of gang shit
All these plaques is piling up, it’s no where to hang shit
These bitches pussy though
Pushed them out my pussy though
Niggas want my cookie though
‘Cause it taste like cookie dough

Smoke, I got a free pack
Flow sick, get a Z-pack
Niggas don’t mean my race when they say she blacked
I am the Queen (Facts)
I’m everything she lacks
Bitch get on your kneecap
I don’t mean C. Kaep
I’ll get you checked, pussy, I’ll get you a free pap
You bitches don’t ball out, you get your QB sacked
I’m OBJ hoes, break records like ankles
I’ve been that bitch since ice cream with the sprinkles
Tell ’em carry on, they gon’ miss me when I’m gone
I’m gone

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got them feelin’ like they five stars
Your hoes throwin’ fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X for my exotic dancer
She start crying and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Honda

[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Cocaine on her navel, lick it so my tongue can go HAM
Put my face up in her pussy and my thumb in her ass
Make her do the jumpman, ayy
I put her face down in the pillow, ’bout to smother her ass
A fly yellow bone to me, I told her to come get a tan
Now she butter pecan
Oh, I got a Draco in the sofa
An Eggo in the toaster
A cradle in the chocha
The yayo doin’ yoga
And I wake up, smell the Folgers
I don’t know how I woke up
‘Cause I was in a coma
But now I’m in the moment
Wearing high socks on the front porch
Two cups with the mud flowin’
The plug ain’t charge me nothin’ for it
I cried tears of fuckin’ joy
"LV"s on my luggage, boy
Don’t ask me where I’m fuckin’ goin’
I pull up with my skaters
Make them beat you with their fuckin’ boards
Sharp shooters like pool sharks
Shoot you down in the Walmart
Shoot you down in the parking lot
Shoot you down in the food court
Hit your crib in the steamboat
And dissapear on the speedboat
Act a jackass like Steve-o
Then disappear like Ne-Yo
Leave a red flag on your screen door
Leave a red flag around your queen’s throat
Leave a blood stain on your mink floor
Like a red stain on clean snow
That money gang, Five-hundred gang
On that money train, and we walking ’round with bloody fangs
Playin’ hunger games; mmm-yummy, man
And we storm the block like the thunder came
When my youngest came, that’s your mother’s name
Hit the address, knockin’ down picture frames and other things
Throwing up peace signs like stomach pains
Sugar cane get took to Spain
A kilo fell and it shook the plane
A nigga screamed, the hoes wouldn’t complain
I brought the AK with the knife, so the butcher came
And the Nina came, and her sister came
And what’s her name
He’ll book a bang
You don’t even know where to put the blame, that’s cold

[Chorus: Lil Wayne]
I just fucked like five hoes in my mansion
Got them feelin’ like they five stars
Your hoes throwin’ fits, my bitches patient
Man, I feel just like a doctor
Pop some X for my exotic dancer
She start crying and said her job hard
Switch her whip out, put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Honda

[Outro]
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Mazda
Put her ass up in a dumb Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Smart Car
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Kia
Switch her whip out put her in a Mercedes
Now she screamin’ rest in peace to Uber
That’s some sick shit


Drake – Club Paradise


[Verse 1:]
They say that all of yo old girls got somebody new
I say, "damn really? even Rosemary? even Leanne Seely? "
They said, "fuckin right, they were the 1st to go
It’s nothing personal
It’s just that all of them women you slept on were working though,
They was saving up
New niggas came around, they’ve been waking up with,
I swear, you don’t know this city anymore
They might’ve loved you before
But you’re out here doing your thing
They don’t know you… "
Sure they do they’re just not as sincere
It’s crazy all the emotions forgot in a year
She like, "why you even give a fuck you not even here"
Well out there there ain’t nothing for me, and I think I need to come home,

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Verse 2:]
I be with my nigga chubbs
He in love with street shit
No wonder why I feel awkward at this fashion week shit
No wonder why I keep fucking up the double cheek kiss
Along for that ignorant Young Money, Miami beach shit
A couple of artists got words for me, that’s never fun
They say it’s on when they see me, that day don’t ever come
I’m never scared, they never real, I never run
When all is said and done, more is always said than done
And I was told once, things will change,
By a nigga named tip when my deal came
Told me it’s all good, even when it feels strange
Now I’m the guy that know strippers by they real names
Rochelle, Jordanne, thick bitches, they just talked me out of 4 grand
How did a pile of kush become the mountain of truth
How did a bottle of wine become the fountain of youth
Damn, my biggest fear is losing it all
Remember how I used to feel at the start of it?
And now I’m living a muthafuckin fairy tale
And still trying to keep you feeling a part of it
Yea, just lie to my ears,
Tell me it feel the same, it’s all I’ve been dying to hear
Lights get low, and that’s when I have my brightest ideas
And I heard my city feel better than ever,
That’s why I gotta come home,

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Verse 3:]
My mother is back to who she was years ago
It’s like a new page me and her are beginning on
I wish she stopped checking up on women I can’t stand
‘Cause I got new girls I could use her opinion on
She thinks I’ve become a slave to the wealth
But I’ll never break the promises I made to myself
And I would never make up names for myself
Then change the names, that I just gave to myself
Certain rappers would call me to say, "wat up doe"
I used to brag about it to my friends, and now I’m feeling like all of these niggas cutthroat
And maybe that’s all they do, is just pretend, damn
But I bought it though, I believed it
Yea, I thought it, and I achieved it
Yea, so show me love, show me fucking love!
‘Cause I thought it was all I needed
Yea, Clearly I was wrong about it all along
And this will be the year that I won’t even feel shit
They trip about the amount of people I brought along
But I’m just trying to be surrounded by some real shit
Need credentials for everyone of these Toronto kids
I promise they see it with me, we just tryna live
I told ’em we bout to get it, and we finally did
Listen closely to my shit I swear it sounded like home

[Chorus:]
Tell me, who did I leave behind?
You think you got to me
I can just read your mind
You think I’m so caught up in where,
I am right now
But believe I remember it all

[Outro: Bob Marley]


Safaree Is Concerned About Nicki Minaj New Bad Habits



Safaree Samuels has a message for his ex-girlfriend Nicki Minaj.

Last weekend, Nicki posted a video of herself and her girls hanging out drinking some wine and smoking blunts. According to Safaree, Nicki is now in her mid 30s and that’s when she decided to take up smoking. The Love and Hip Hop star says his ex need help and he hopes that she gets it. Some of Nicki Minaj’s fans, aka Barbz. have started attacking Safaree accusing him of stalking Minaj on social media.

If you wait to your mid 30’s to pick up a habit and show it off like it’s cool, you need help. I feel sorry for you. Stop,” Safaree said. He didn’t name anyone when making his statement but everyone already point fingers towards the Young Money rapper. Nicki doesn’t seems like the hardcore smoking type so perhaps she was just hanging with friends and just taking a hit off something. Safaree even said it that Nicki wasn’t a smoker when they were together. Perhaps he is just concerned about her well being.

Watch the video below.

#PressPlay Wonder who #Safaree is talking about? ?

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#NickiMinaj ????

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Nicki Minaj Responds To Critics Of Her Cardi B & Migos Collaboration



Nicki Minaj has stepped forward to address critics of her collaboration with Cardi B and Migos.

Since her shot to the mainstream this summer, Cardi B has been rumored to be having beef with Nicki Minaj and now that they will be featured on the same tack together for the first time, here comes the conspiracy theorists. Some folks on Twitter are alleging that Nicki didn’t know about the collaboration because she believed that it was just another song with Migos, but the Young Money rapper is calling the claims bogus.

“I was on the song w/Quavo. No one else was on it. He called & asked if I think we should put Bardi on it, I said “ok let’s do it”. The end,” she wrote on Twitter before adding, “Migos weren’t even on it yet. Just Quavo. The conspiracy theories r just so tired. Relax. Breathe. Imagine me not knowing who on a song w/me.”

“Anything w/my name on it gets approved by me. It can’t even go on a streaming service w/o me hearing it & giving written approval,” she added. “These are men in our culture who simply refuse to let it go. They don’t do this to male M.C.’s. But yo #Motorsport #1 added on urban radio.”

I was on the song w/Quavo. No one else was on it. He called & asked if I think we should put Bardi on it, I said “ok let’s do it”. The end.

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) October 31, 2017

Migos weren’t even on it yet. Just Quavo. The conspiracy theories r just so tired. Relax. Breathe. Imagine me not knowing who on a song w/me

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) October 31, 2017

Anything w/my name on it gets approved by me. It can’t even go on a streaming service w/o me hearing it & giving written approval.

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) October 31, 2017

These are men in our culture who simply refuse to let it go. They don’t do this to male M.C.’s. But yo #Motorsport #1 added on urban radio??

— NICKI MINAJ (@NICKIMINAJ) October 31, 2017


Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (Diplo & Party Favor Remix) Lyrics


[Intro: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
I made love to a stripper (stripper) first I had to tip her
Fuck it up

[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up
You a bitch
Don’t need make up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad Trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down (down), pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it (splits)
I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey (no) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Re-rep Queens like Supreme, ask Webb and Nitti
A-ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga, run me my dough
Wr-wrist game is freezin’ like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole (grrr)

[Chorus: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes, “Rake it up
Break it down, bag it up”
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Back it up, back it up (back it up, back it up)
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talkin’ about
Fuck it up

[Drop: Yo Gotti]
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up
You a little bitty, bitty bitch, yah
Don’t need make-up
I tell all my hoes, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up (fuck it up, fuck it up)
Rake it up, rake it up (rake it up, rake it up)
Fuck it up, fuck it up, yah
You a little bitty, bitty bitch


Gucci Mane Exposed Nicki Minaj Feud With Lil Kim In His New Book


The new book “The Autobiography of Gucci Mane” is now out and the Atlanta rapper has an excerpt in there that touched on Nicki Minaj feud with Lil Kim.

Gucci Mane is winning right now and this year is perhaps one of the best years of his career. He was released from prison last year May and was fortunate enough to get off probation last month. Gucci has never been in better shape physically and mentally for the past year and he is spilling it all in his new book.

One of the biggest takeaways from his biography was when he spoke about the first time that he met Nicki Minaj. “I hopped out of the van and was making my way toward the venue when I saw this pretty girl get off Wayne’s bus and start running toward us,” the book reads. “She was small, no taller than five-two, but right away I saw a big personality. ‘Gucci! I always wanted to meet you,’ she said. ‘I’m Nicki, I’m here with Young Money.’”

Gucci then revealed how Nicki Minaj ran up to him and started talking about being a big fan of his. She even spoke about the remix to his single “Freaky Gurl” and asked him why would he put Lil’ Kim on there. “She told me she was a fan and had even put out her own remix to ‘Freaky Gurl,’” Gucci added. ‘Why would you put a b*tch from Brooklyn on there, though?’ she asked, referring to Lil Kim. ‘I know you got people in Queens. You supposed to have a b*tch from Queens on there.’ For her to know my connections to Queens, she really must be a fan, I thought. The girl was cool. We exchanged numbers and I went inside to perform.”

Seems that incident is from about 2009 when Nicki Minaj just signed with Young Money and was on the come up.


Yo Gotti – Rake It Up (feat. Nicki Minaj) (On The Tonight Show) (Live)


Aw, this strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
(Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga)

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my charm, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m at Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check hoe (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Yo, yo
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’mma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’mma throw fits on it (fits)
I’mma bust it open, I’mma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need a Bonnie, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes, rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up


Katy Perry – Swish Swish (Witness Target Exclusive Album)


They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the fuck?

A tiger
Don’t lose no sleep
Don’t need opinions
From a shellfish or a sheep
Don’t you come for me
No, not today
You’re calculated
I got your number
‘Cause you’re a joker
And I’m a courtside killer queen
And you will kiss the ring
You best believe

So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

Your game is tired
You should retire
You’re ’bout as cute as
An old coupon expired
And karma’s not a liar
She keeps receipts

So keep calm, honey, I’ma stick around
For more than a minute, get used to it
Funny my name keeps comin’ outcho mouth
‘Cause I stay winning
Lay ’em up like

Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket
Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

They know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
Katy Perry
They just know what is what
Young Money
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
Hahaha, yo
What the fuck?

Pink Ferragamo sliders on deck
Silly rap beefs just get me more checks
My life is a movie, I’m never off set
Me and my amigos (no, not Offset)
Swish swish, aww I got them upset
But my shooters’ll make ’em dance like dubstep
Swish, swish, aww, my haters is obsessed
‘Cause I make M’s, they get much less
Don’t be tryna double back
I already despise you
All that fake love you showin’
Couldn’t even disguise you
Ran? When? Nicki gettin’ tan
Mirror mirror who’s the fairest bitch in all the land?
Damn, man, this bitch is a Stan
Muah, muah, the generous queen will kiss a fan
Ass goodbye, I’ma be riding by
I’ma tell my (inaudible) Biggz, yeah that’s tha guy
A star’s a star, da ha da ha
They never thought the swish god would take it this far
Get my pimp cup, this is pimp shit, baby
I only rock with Queens, so I’m makin’ hits with Katy

Swish, swish, bish
Another one in the basket
Can’t touch this
Another one in the casket

They know what is what
Do they know?
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just know what is what
But they don’t know what is what
They just strut
What the


Yo Gotti – Rake It Up lyrics


Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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[Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up


Nicki Minaj – Rake It Up lyrics


Aw, this the strip club anthem, nigga, what’s up?
Young Money
Yeah, me and Mike WiLL pull up to AOD back to back
Them AMG 63’s
Mike WiLL Made-It, nigga

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 1: Yo Gotti]
I made love to a stripper (stripper), first I had to tip her (phrrr)
20 thousand ones, (woo) she said I’m that nigga (I am)
I said I’m that nigga, bitch, I already know it (I know it)
I come with bad weather, (ksh) they say I’m a storm (aye)
VVS in my chum, that’s a Roc-A-Fella chain
I was sending bricks to Harlem back when Jay was still with Dame
I’m a Phillipe Chow, (what) I got a Patek on (okay)
Got a stripper with me she pick up the check, home (phrrr)
She gon’ fuck it up, fuck it up, she don’t need makeup (makeup)
She gon’ rake it up, rake it up until a nigga pay up (pay up)
She said pay for the pussy, pay for the pussy (pay), wait for the pussy, wait for the pussy (wait)
Ask God to forgive me (why) ’cause I pray for the pussy, pray for the pussy

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[Hook: Yo Gotti & Nicki Minaj]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up
Yo, yo

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Brought out the pink Lamborghini just to race with Chyna
Brought the Wraith to China just to race in China
Lil’ bad trini bitch but she mixed with China
Real thick vagina, smuggle bricks to China (woo)
I tell all my niggas, (yo) cut the check (cut the check)
Buss it down, turn your goofy down, (down) pound
I’ma do splits on it, yes, splits on it, (splits) I’m a bad bitch, I’ma throw fits on it (fits)
I’ma bust it open, I’ma go stupid and be a ditz on it (ditz)
I don’t date honey, (no?) cookie on tsunami (oh)
All my niggas wife me once they get that good punani (oh)
I think he need the panty, I might just let him find me
Never trust a big butt and a smile, word to Ronnie
Rep Queens like Supreme, ask Web and Nitty
Ask Bimmy and Joe, nigga run me my dough
Wrist game is freezing like it wait in the cold
Nickname is Nicki but my name ain’t Nicole

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up

[Verse 3: Yo Gotti & Too Short]
Well, I’m the dough boy, the one they talking about
All these gossiping ass niggas got my name in they mouth
I know the bad bitches but know niggas who bitches too
They should bleed once a month ’cause that’s what these bitches do
You a bitch and ya bitch should expose you
All that pillow talking nigga that’s what the hoes do
You a bitch, word to my nigga, Short
We won’t never write no statement, we ain’t showing up in court
We don’t do no gossiping, we don’t do no arguing
We don’t beef on social sites, we just hit our target
We don’t do no rumors, we don’t don’t pay no shooters (brrr)
You a little bitty bitch, you should work at Hooters (yo)
You a old hater, you a fucking cougar
You a bitch and he a bitch and y’all like twin sisters
Respect ya hustle, get ya money, baby, win with us
Ya boyfriend acting like a bitch then why you still with him?

[Hook: Yo Gotti]
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, back it up, back it up
Rake it up, rake it up, back it up, back it up
I tell all my hoes: Rake it up
Break it down, back it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up, fuck it up
Fuck it up, fuck it up, rake it up, rake it up


Jason Derulo & Ty Dolla $ign – Swalla (On Fallon Tonight) (Live)


[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo


Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign)


[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo


Jason DeRulo – Swalla (feat. Nicki Minaj & Ty Dolla $ign) (Lyric Video)


[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Drank
Young Money

[Verse 1: Jason Derulo]
Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 2: Ty Dolla $ign]
Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this bitch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills
All she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh

[Hook: Jason Derulo]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me "no"
I’m that bitch, and he know, he know
How y’all wifing these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these bitches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did LeBron’s nuts

[Pre-Chorus: Jason Derulo]
All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’

[Hook: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj, Both]
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swalla-la-la (drank)
Swalla-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la

[Outro: Jason Derulo & Nicki Minaj]
Young Money
Swalla-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swalla-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulo


Swalla – Jason Derulo feat. Nicki Minaj lyrics


Lyrics Jason Derulo – Swalla

Love in a thousand different flavors
I wish that I could taste them all tonight
No, I ain’t got no dinner plans
So you should bring all your friends
I swear that to a-all y’all my type.(swalla)

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, oohhh.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal.

Shimmy shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yah
Bad girls gon’ swalla-la-la
Bust down on my wrist in this b*tch
My pinky-ring bigger than his
Met her out in Beverly Hills, ay
Dolla got too many girls, ay
Met her out in Beverly Hills, all she wear is red bottom heels
When she back it up, put it on the Snap
When she droppin’ low, put it on the Gram
DJ poppin’, she gon’ swallow that
Champagne poppin’, she gon’ swallow that.

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’, ooh.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
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Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la
Freaky, freaky gyal
My freaky, freaky gyal.

Bad gyal no swalla nuttin, word to the Dalai Lama
He know I’m a fashion killa, word to John Galliano
He copping that Valentino, ain’t no telling me “no”
I’m that b*tch, and he know, he know
How y’all wife’in these thots? You don’t get wins for that
I’m having another good year, we don’t get blimps for that
Pussy game still cold, we don’t get minks for that
When I’m poppin’ them bananas, we don’t link chimps for that
I gave these b*tches two years, now your time’s up
Bless her heart, she throwing shots but every line sucks
I’m in that cherry red foreign with the brown guts
My shit slappin’ like dude did Lebron’s nuts.

All you girls in here, if you’re feeling thirsty
Come on take a sip ’cause you know what I’m servin’.

Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (my love) (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (my love) (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swalla-la-la)
Swalla-la-la
Shimmy shimmy yay, shimmy yay, shimmy ya (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (drank)
Swallaaa-la-la (swallaaa-la-la)
Swallaaa-la-la.

Young Money
Swallaaa-la-la
J.D
Freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Swallaaa-la-la
My freaky, freaky gyal
Derulooo.
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Kevin Gates – Wish I Had It


[Intro]
Anything lost, can be found again, except for time wasted
A vision without action is merely a dream
Action is the grind, it’s the hustle, it’s the persistence

[Verse 1]
In the car while roaming around
All my thoughts been roaming around
Where I come from like a hole in the ground
Silly me still holdin’ it down
Every car pass by with the music on loud while bumpin’ Roaming Around
Tellin’ me to make a hit but I really don’t get why they walked on Roaming Around

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)

[Verse 2]
Light skin and I fight good just like Muhammad Ali
Jab nasty, hook good, just like Muhammad Ali
(Rollin’ bands, in my pants, talkin’ cash, I’mma smash) Hol’ up
Out the streets, stay in the streets all I can do is be me
With Flo Rida, nothing in Common, I’m not a B.o.B
Hustle hard and I’m hands on
I’m a good guy that could transform
Did time I ain’t ask for
Still sendin’ mail through the hatch form
Different city within the city
More over product than a ant farm
L-l-l-look, don’t try this at home

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)

[Verse 3]
I be loaded, thinkin’ of condos (Gizzle, what)
Product of a broken home
Pray but I just hope that I don’t choke what I’m smokin’ on
Potent, ocean-grown, no cologne I just roll
Two-time convicted felon, dumb shit, get at me
Yeah it’s Luca Brasi right here talkin’ bitch you know I got them racks
I’mma shooter, with a shooter, I ain’t never pay for that
Young Money wanna sign me, my rap jacket too violent
Bread Winner, 100it Gang, that’s Dreco and Mazi

[Hook]
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Out my window
I see everything I dream about and wish I had it (Retawdid, I’m retawdid)
Hustle, Hustle, Hustle
Ain’t’ no time to kick it
Nothing comes from sleeping, but I’m dreaming on my true religion
Hustle, hustle, hustle
Gotta get it
On my true religion
Nothing come from sleepin’, but I’m dreamin’
(I’m 100it with it)


Nicki Minaj – Feeling Myself (feat. Beyonce)


[Intro: Nicki Minaj]
Yo B, they ready
Let’s go

[Hook: Beyoncé]
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
I’m with some hood girls lookin’ back at it
And a good girl in my tax bracket
Got a black card that’ll let Saks have it
These Chanel bag’s a bad habit
I-I do balls, Dal Mavericks, my Maybach, black matted
Bitch, never left but I’m back at it,and I’m feelin’ myself, jack rabbit
Feelin’ myself, back off, cause I’m feelin’ myself, jack off
He be thinking about me when he whacks off, wax on? Wax off
National anthem, hats off, then I curve that nigga, like a bad toss
Lemme get a number two, with some Mac sauce
On The Run Tour, with my mask off

[Hook: Beyoncé]
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my

[Post-Hook: Beyoncé]
Changed the game with that digital drop
Know where you was when that digital popped
I stopped the world
Male or female, it make no difference
I stop the world, world stop…
Carry on

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Kitty on fleek, pretty on fleek
Pretty gang, always keep them niggas on geek
Ridin’ through Texas, feed him for his breakfast
Everytime I whip it, I be talkin’ so reckless
He said "Damn Nicki it’s tight," I say "Yeah nigga you right"
He said "Damn, bae, you so little, but you be really takin’ that pipe"
I said "Yes daddy I do, gimme brain like NYU"
I said "Teach me, nigga, teach me. All this learnin’ here is by you"

[Pre-Hook: Beyoncé]
(Moans) Uhn! I’m whippin’ that work, he diggin’ that work
I got it, 36 of that real
Panky full of that bounce baby
Come get you some of that bounce baby

[Hook: Beyoncé]
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my, feelin’ myself
I’m feelin’ myself, I’m feelin’ my

[Bridge: Nicki & Beyoncé]
Cookin’ up that base, lookin’ like a kilo
He just wanna taste, biggin’ up my ego
(Ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego, ego)
Ridin’ through Texas, ridin’ through Texas
Smoke it all off, talkin’ bout that high-grade
Baby hold up, I can kill your migraine
(Migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine, migraine)
Ridin’ through Texas, ridin’ through Texas

[Verse 3: Nicki Minaj]
Bitches ain’t got punchlines or flow
I have both and an empire also
Keep gettin’ gifts from Santa Claus at the North Pole
Today I’m icy, but I’m prayin’ for some more snow
Let that ho ho, let that ho know — he in love with that coco
Why these bitches don’t never be learnin’?
You bitches will never get what I be earnin’
I’m still gettin’ plaques, from my records that’s urban
Ain’t gotta rely on top 40,I am a Rap legend
Just go ask the Kings of Rap, who is the Queen and things of that
Nature!Look at my finger, that is a glacier, hits like a laser
Drippin’ on that work, trippin’ off that perc
Flippin’ up my skirt and I be whippin’ all that work
Takin’ trips with all them ki’s, car keys got B’s
Stingin’ with the Queen Bey and we be whippin’ all that D
Cause we dope girls we flawless,we the poster girls for all this
We run around with them ballers, only real niggas in my call list
I’m the big kahuna, go let them whores know
Just on this song alone, bitch is on her fourth flow

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
Rrrrrrrrrr!
You like it don’t you? Snitches!
Young Money