- Obama (Winning More Interlude)
- Suffering From Success
- I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie
- You Don't Want These Problems
- Blackball
- No Motive
- I'm Still
- I Wanna Be With You
- No New Friends
- Give It All To Me
- Hell's Kitchen
- Never Surrender
- Murcielago (Doors Go Up)
- Black Ghost
- Take That Off (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- Weed & Hennessy (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- Helen Keller (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- At The Top (It's Just Us) (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Suffering From Success (2013)
Obama (Winning More Interlude) lyrics - DJ Khaled
[presidential music plays for 8 seconds while crowd applauds]
[sample from "All I Do Is Win" by DJ Khaled (Barack Obama)]
"All I do is win, win, win, no matter what
Got money on my mind, I can never get enough
And every time I step up in the building" (thank you!)
"Everybody hands go UP..." (Thank you, everybody!)
"And they stay th-" (How do you like my new entrance music?) [crowd laughing and applauding]
(Rush Limbaugh warned you about this: second term, baby!) [crowd laughs and applauds more]
(We're changing things around here a little bit...) [echoes]
Suffering From Success lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future & Ace Hood)
[Intro: Future & DJ Khaled]
The price of fame, shit real
Fuck fame, (man fuck this shit)
Fuck the game
DJ Khaled
[Hook: Future]
Got too many racks on me, I can't even go to sleep
Just to get them out VIP, I'mma need to see I.D. (I don't trust you)
I'm sufferin'
I'm sufferin' from success
I'm sufferin'
[Verse 1: Ace Hood]
Ace Hood
Fuck this money nigga, fuck this chain
Fuck my watch, you can have that ring
Keep my whips, you can have that fame
So stressed out, I'm going insane
Young nigga can't even sleep at night
All this money I done seen in life
More cash bring more haters
Fuck around and went and bought a chopper twice
Cause I'm paranoid, and I bury boy
If he playin' with mine, then it's oh lord
Please don't make a nigga do that
Please don't make a nigga do that
You don't know what the fuck I been through
Plus my lawyer texting me too, boy my baby momma be trippin'
Talking bout child support, I can't do it
I don't trust nobody but God, all these foreign's parked in my yard
Swear last night I swimmed in that money, then woke up in a million dollar car
Boy I'm too stressed, so blessed
Please somebody pray for me, I'm suffering from success
Lord, have mercy
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Future]
My momma told me when I was a little bity boy, I was blessed
Frustrated
Nigga fuck that car
Fuck these ho's
Fuck these millions
Fuck your feelings
I'm sufferin, I'm sufferin
Fuck this house, fuck this condo
Fuck these models, fuck these bottles
I'm sufferin', I'm sufferin'
[Hook]
I Feel Like Pac / I Feel Like Biggie lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Diddy, Meek Mill, Rick Ross, T.I. & Swizz Beatz)
[Intro: Swizz Beatz]
I've been waiting for a long time (how long)
Real damn long time (how long)
I've been waiting for a long time (how ya feel)
Man..
[Hook: Swizz Beatz]
I feel like Pac, I feel like Biggie
I'm feeling like these hating niggas waiting to get me
I'm losing my sleep, I'm losing my mind
You know I go hard when it comes to mine
I feel like Pac, Biggie, Pac, Biggie
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Sucka walk up on me, talking like he know me
Ain't no co defendant do my dirt all by my lonely
Down south nigga, talking jam pony
Rest in Peace to Uncle Al he showed me my first Rollie
Bitches want to know me, haters want to show me
But I'm so vicious double m worth eighty tickets
Cop just pulled me over, caught up in this thing
Take my case to trial, my juror Paula Deen
I know they hate a nigga but he's such a major nigga
Tell the clip the .40 when C.I.A. with us
305 them killas, Ricky Ross the richest
Bel- Air on my table, I talk it then I live it
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Meek Mill]
All of you starve and I eat fast
Moussain when I creep past
Blacked out I max out with the same same watch on me chain
We killing niggas no repass my momma got like 3 Jags
You talkin' bout how you ball nigga we really gettin' that street cash
Say old money, new work
Smell the caine on my new shirt
My old g said strap up and don't lay your head where you do dirt
And my momma said do school work
I was making that tool work
And niggas wanted me dead with a whole lot on my head
Man they hit Big in the passenger, hit Pac in the passenger
So I'm riding round with this Mac on me
And a bunch of shooters in back of us
Roll up and you a dead man
Head shot when we clapped ya
We sellin niggas to the murk em man, and I ain't talkin' bout Erica
[Hook]
[Verse 3: T.I.]
Feel like it's me against the world
Bury me a g
My middle finger to the world
I'm gon' forever be a g
Pussy nigga want a witness stay armed no Biggie
When we get busy no alarms just semis
We pour out a lil liquor throw it like straight ballers
We cradle to the grave ride when my homie call
Give a damn if you me [?] West P
When somebody gotta die, we gon' march to the steps
They said Brenda had a baby but she left it in the alley
One shot that playa hater now we going back to Cali
Hit the time nigga I got a story to tell
My ambitions as a rider got me ready to die
And when we ride on no more paint we go hard as shit
Why you complaining and you wonder why we call you bitch
It's an every day struggle nigga me and my bitch
It's unbelievable suicide I thought you would get
Said fuck me warning and the gun don't blast
Give me the loot sorry nigga one more chance
You know this shit don't stop
Keep these sucker under pressure
Only god can judge me shawty I ain't mad at ya
[Bridge: T.I.]
Ya nigga can't see me
A paid thug nigga
That's why shawty wanna be me
See a kid around around in your town kick in your door
I feel like Pac and Biggie love the dough, more than you know
[Hook]
[Outro: Diddy]
Ey yo, how you gon' compare yourself to greatness
If you ain't ready to be great, man?
Ain't no more to it
You Don't Want These Problems lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. 2 Chainz, Ace Hood, Meek Mill, French Montana, Rick Ross, Big Sean & Timbaland)
[Pre-Hook: DJ Khaled]
You haters can't stop me, I'm a franchise
You're now rockin' with the best, put your hands high
[Hook: Big Sean]
Do it, do it, I'mma fuckin' do it
These niggas try to hold me back, I swear I've been through it
Middle finger to 'em all, I'mma make 'em pay
PSA for any nigga standin' in the way
You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems
You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems
[Bridge: Big Sean]
Oh God! I tell 'em you don't want these problems
You don't, you don't want these problems, you don't want these problems
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
Out in Vegas like Lamar, third floor Tropicana
Fascinated with the cars, smokin' dope in the Phantom
Teflon's on the rise, I despise propaganda
Camouflage Mac-11, I should set an example
Never baptized, as I walk through the fires
The pain and the flame never match my desires
Crucified cause I'm rich, in the coupe, take a pic
On the phone at the light, Kelly Rowland's a friend
Catfish in the Benz, Manti Teo's a sucker
Plaques on the wall, hustler so I can say "fuck 'em"
Bel Air for the hoes, Ciroc in the pool
My bitch is a stripper, her name is April's A Fool
[Hook: Big Sean (DJ Khaled)]
[Verse 2: French Montana]
I said "haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!" That's what the title say
Cause I'm rich, homie, it's why you feel some kind of way
She threw the pussy and I caught it, presidential by 40
That drop hit from Europe, that coupe got deported
I turn coke boy to that corporate money, big choppa, I'm walkin' funny
Money talk but you ain't talkin' money, you ain't even got no corporate money
Haaaaaaan! Whip game proper, I'mma make it work
Versace, nigga know who did it first
[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
We the best, Khaled tried to told yah
TRUUUU! You just second best, Kelly Rowland (I'm just playin' babe)
Renegade like Em and Jay
VIP section, started out from section 8
Arm and Hammer, I be armed with the hammer
If it was a slumber party, I'd be fresh in pajamas
Silence the shawty, I'm killin' them softly
They slept on me, I stopped sellin' work and started sellin' them coffee, TRUUU!
[Pre-Hook: DJ Khaled]
[Verse 4: Meek Mill]
Jumpin' out that thing ho, I swear that's word to my momma
I took risks with that 'caine, ho and I sold work for my momma
These niggas don't want no drama, these niggas don't want no problems
These niggas don't want no beef, have 'em walkin' out with that choppa
These norm niggas don't play that, they murk somethin', I'll tell you that
200 change for this Mulsanne and the wheel's a fortune, Pat Sajak
We catch cases, don't say jack, don't talk work cause they tape that
Don't sell the work where we lay at, and don't spend the bread you can't make back, no
[Verse 5: Ace Hood]
Rest in peace, [?] murderin', bodyin' beats
Ain't no defeatin' the eye of the beast and I'm laughin' at people who try to compete
Name any rapper that's fuckin' with me, I'm who these niggas pretendin' to be
Claimin' you wantin' these problems, tell momma get flowers and plannin' your funeral speech
My sanctuary's that cemetery, my choppa, named it "Obituary"
Act up, Tyler Perry, boy you sweeter than February
Real nigga, I define that, you don't even need no dictionary
You ain't even 'bout that life, so these shooters with me ain't necessary
[Hook: Big Sean]
[Bridge: Timbaland x4]
You don't want these problems
You don't want these problems
You don't want these problems
You ain't know
[Outro: Big Sean]
You don't want these problems, you don't, you don't want these problems
You don't want these problems, nigga you don't want these problems
Oh God! I tell 'em you don't want these problems
You don't, you don't want these problems, you don't want these problems
Blackball lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future, Ace Hood & Plies)
[Intro: Future]
All these chains that I'm wearing is not ordinary
My watches and my rank is not ordinary
Shawty what's the boooo...
[DJ Khaled]
Fuckboys hate to see me winning
Kept shit 100 from the beginning
They wanna see me lose everything I got
Y'all keep hating, I'm right here on time
[Hook: Future]
They tryna blackball me, they say I get too much money
They want my name from me because they know what it do
They say I'm A-Rod
Nigga, cause I got the juice
They tryna blackball me, went and bought a Ghost as a coupe
Soon as I ordered it, they put it right on the boat
These bitches hungry, they tryna take me to court
They tryna blackball me, I said I went to the pros
They tryna blackball me, I keep a gang of them hoes
[Verse 1: Plies]
I'm tryna fuck these fat ass hoes by the end of this month
Ain't drivin my Rolls Royce no mo, I see the fuck nigga once
I heard some niggas downtown tried to jail me up
I heard they tell the feds every day to pick me up
But I'm like damn my nigga
What I did to you?
And I'm like yea my nigga
What you want me to do?
Want me to burn yo pussy ass out and knock you off?
Want me to go on yo baby mama house and kick in her door?
Guess what? Some 36 a nigga, they'll be here tomorrow
Don't know what the fuck they doin
I'm gonna go buy some tomorrow
My homie pulled me to the side and told me tell me the truth
She say she heard em fuckin up sister I say she'll fuck me and you
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Say where you getting money? That shit bring plenty haters
Just cop that Phantom coupe, I list a Grammy later
White crib a couple acres, she fin that Gucci nigga,
They tryin to count me out, but bitch I'm back like Schwarzenegger
They tryina blackball me, don't wanna see me win
And after fuckin hittin it like that he go again
They say I'm underrated, I'm just misunderstood,
They can't compare to me, I wish, I wish you would,
I'm screaming fuck the world and everything in it
My homie beat his case case, cause they can't find a witness,
You wanna test my G, man fuck this industry
I strap shit 4 door your matches, for all those who sleeping on me,
[Hook]
[Bridge: Future]
All these chains that I'm wearing is not ordinary
My watches and my rank is not ordinary
Shawty what's the boooo...
DJ Khaled!
They tryna blackball me
Fuck boys hate to see me winning
They tryna blackball me
Kept shit 100 from the beginning
They tryna blackball me
Wanna see me lose everything I got
They tryna blackball me
Ya'll keep hating, I'm right here on top
[Hook]
No Motive lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne)
[Intro: Lil Wayne]
2,2,3,4,3,2,3,4,4,2,3,4
[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm a lover not a fighter, I can't find my lighter, my house is four stories,
I tell'em I don't write em', and my living room is white, my lies are much whiter,
my darkest secrets are bright I need a sun visor, I say "187", make your bitch run my errands,
I'm at the bar with a Dracula ordering bloody Mary's, I got a house on the prairie, got a corpse in the basement,
I see hell out the window, man this view is amazing and if I go back to jail,
Persian rugs in my cell, got the world in my hands it got all under my nails
In a room full of stairs (stares), give em something to see
I be so fucking faded, Who washed the colors with bleach?
Now they biting my style, hope it get stuck in yo teeth
I been had the green light, so don't jump in the street
The World's under my feet, I'm just kissing the sky
Tune, what is that smell? That's the shit on my mind...eh
[Hook: DJ Khaled & Lil Wayne]
Fuck all you bitches [x4]
Fuck all you hoes [x2]
1 million, 2 millions, 3, 4
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
Breaking up the kush, sticky fingers-onics
I'm throwing up gang signs you can see I'm in my vomit
And I'm cool right na' but please dont change the climate
Cause I'm sleeping with the enemy in bulletproof pajamas
I got issues bigger than you, bitches taller than me
Ratchet and Bougie, I like R'n'B
Unapologetic I'm sorry for not being sorry
You niggas old news prehistoric
I need benadryl for my trigger finga, bad bitches for my home boys
The grass is greener on the other side, I'm focused on my own yard
Ain't got enough, need more dough, we twisting blunts like torsos
I'm rich as fuck but more so, a poor soul
Oh well, If snow fell like hoes fell in love I be a snow man
My bitch a die for me, she a soldier, GI Joe-Ann
— take chances when I know I ain't got no chance, roll em
I left that crab table with a chip on my shoulder
[Hook: DJ Khaled]
[Outro: Lil Wayne]
We ain't got no motive, we just killin' yall for nothing and my bitch got cotton mouth,
you know them snakes cannot be trusted, and I bet y'all niggas don't say shit,
because I'm feeling lucky and I still pray everynight that Aliens abduct me, Tunechi
I'm Still lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Chris Brown, Ace Hood, Wiz Khalifa & Wale)
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Money long, the night is young (another one)
The world is ours - DJ Khaled
[Hook: Chris Brown]
I know a lot of niggas in here prolly hate me right now
But I'll drink to that, I'll drink to that
That ain't gon' change a thing (nooo)
Still gon' do my thing
I'm still yeah yeah
Still gon' go and get mine
Still gon' keep on winnin
Still gon' keep it one hunnid every time
(I'm still) I'm still eating when them niggas throw shots
(I'm still) I'm still still gon' end up on top
I'm still
(Pussy ass niggas stop hating)
[Verse 1: Wale]
Ralph, Uh
Niggas be women like hoes be women
Look at me close, there is no sympathy
Those with envy be throwing subliminal quotes
I'd rather them warring with me
If only I hate them (word), like Tony Montana, except, no Manolo
She love me for another cuelo (word)
These dudes is snakes these women is vultures
Who am I to trust, who gon' ride for me
Who gon' light somebody's body up when I be like "Yup", they squeeze
Comfortably (ohh), and that new custom piece
My Tisci t-shirt a couple of G's
I talked to a bunch of G's just like a frozen tundra speech
And the Lambo feel what a real nigga doin 110 skrr in it, yeah
And the world so ill when the boy get funny over money or a girl on ya, uh
Let it marinate, uh, what, let me correlate, uh, let them niggas hate
But never ever let a women tell a nigga "Wait"' uh, swag
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
Most of these niggas ain't raw most of these ain't poppin' (ain't poppin')
Most of these niggas ain't balling most of these niggas they starving
Talking cars and, what the fuck
They don't even got em
So high don't see no problems
Bitch I'm on them trees like Tarzan
Aw man (aw man), I want all my cheese like Robin
Shrimp or calamari I'm a young nigga with options
Mm, and you close but you ain't close enough
In the VIP call me the poster child from posting up
Top floor suite we going up; D.A.F. I'm dope as fuck
Woo, hundred bottles comin' that mean a hundred bottles gettin' opened up
Rolex face all frozen expect ya'll to hate you ain't supposed to love it
She backing up, like a Tonka truck [echoes]
[Hook]
[Verse 3: DJ Khaled]
Fuck boy, I kept it real, came up
Wake up, feeling blessed, pockets full, no stress
At the shop, we the best
Cutting checks, eating good
Loving life, projects all night
(I'm still) I'm still gon' shine bright in that limelight
[Verse 4: Ace Hood]
Ok now it's no more Mr. nice guy
If you niggas couldn't see me in the day time
Girl you got a better chance getting a day job
Your career wouldn't blow away the napalm (boom)
Silly motherfucka, who knows how to win the game on the buzzer
I'm the type to make a whole lot of money
Buy a whole new crib cus I'm bored as a mother
And it's still fuck hater
Still gon' ball like Kobe from the Lakers
Still we the best, and it's still hood nation
And I'm still gonna smoke even if I'm on papers
[Hook]
I Wanna Be With You lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Future, Rick Ross & Nicki Minaj)
[Future:]
It ain't never me to ball on you
(hustlers)
It ain't never me to spoil you
(another one)
If I adore you
(we the best music)
I'm 'a give you that theory
(DJ Khaled)
I wanna be with you [8x]
[Nicki Minaj:]
I wanna be where the commas will be
But I need a 'hood nigga with the llama degree
Get the limited edition Audemars, it could be
In a pivotal position, gotta pardon the fee
'Cause he bought a couple bags and he sent a couple whips
And he took a couple trips, and there's dinner in the mix
And he's never with no other chick, fronting like he's slick
'Cause it's levels to this shit and she could never be Nick
Niggas be fallin' in love with this pussy
Mean stew chicken and bake him a couple of cookies
Dick-on veteran ain't fucking with rookies
Saw the High School video, now he wanna play hooky
Baddest bitch, I'm the catalyst
Ain't never been done, bitch I added this
Nah I ain't gotta shoot, I got mad assists
'Bout to put a couple pieces on the mannequin
Got a big billboard out in Madison
At the Trump, and you bitches at the Radisson
Got the .22 on me, and it's thin
Shoot movies. Jennifer Aniston
[Nicki Minaj:]
You decide you be mine, you can come inside
You're the type that can make me prioritize
Hittin' my phone. It's alright
Hittin' my phone. It's alright
You reply, what's your sign? You're a Gemini.
You deny that you're shy, maybe we should slide?
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you, baby
[Future:]
Balling on you too easy
Splurging on you too easy
Buying purses too easy
Paying bills too easy
I wanna be with you [8x]
Balling on you too easy
Splurging on you too easy
Buying cars too easy
Popping bottles too easy
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you
Everything you do is brand new
[Rick Ross:]
Make that bad bitch my shorty
Hit the club, throw forty
My hat big like—uh
My chain drip like water
Car paint like tar
I'm 'a sex her harder
Bitch, let go my hand
Gave you the keys as soon as I bought it
Vroom, vroom, ooh, yeah
Big bank, I'm too real
My money right in them boys you with be dead broke, two years
Checked it, look here,
You ain't even know, big deal
On site, act right,
I shop hard, pack light
That whore chick gets you no play,
All I talk is cocaine
White tee and these rope chains,
Blow the roof back – Kurt Cobain
Phantom cost like four dollar,
Floor seats, hoes holler
Underground with this pimp shit
So smoke one for Port Arthur
[Future:]
Ballin' on you too easy,
Splurgin' on you too easy
Buyin' purses too easy,
Payin' bills too easy
I wanna be with you (let's ride),
I wanna be with you (let's ride)
I wanna be with you (let's ride),
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you,
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you,
I wanna be with you
Ballin' on you too easy,
Splurgin' on you too easy
Buyin' cars too easy,
Poppin' bottles too easy
I wanna be with you,
I wanna be with you
Everything you do is brand new
[DJ Khaled:]
"Suffering From Success"
You're witnessing greatness
I'm the best that ever did it
I wanna be with you
I wanna be with you [8x]
No New Friends lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Drake, Rick Ross, Lil Wayne)
...Another one
[Hook: Drake]
Stay down with my day one niggas, and we in the club screaming
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no no new (DJ Khaled)
Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no no new
I still ride with my day one niggas, I don't really need
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no no new
I stay down from day one so I say
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
One more time
Fuck all y'all niggas except my niggas
Fuck all y'all niggas
Stay down from day one,
So I say
(Fuck a fake friends where your real friends at? Started!)
[Verse 1: Drake]
Ah, man this shit so ill that we had to restart it
H-town my second home like I'm James Harden
Money counter go burrr when you selling out the garden
Four car garage, pornstar ménage
Birdman go burrr cause he know this shit retarded
Fuck her on the floor 'fore we make it to the bed
Switch your ass really call started from the bottom, yes lord
OVO sound man I'm proud of my niggas,
Knew we would make it never doubted my niggas
All my bitches love me
If I had a baby mama she would probably be richer than a lot of you niggas
Aye, that's luxury dawg, day one niggas you're stuck with me dawg
Ever since YouTube niggas been calling me the leader of the new school
Fuck with me dawg, yeah
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Your bitch all in my photographs, hoe niggas got hate for me
Big homies all certified, nothing niggas gon' take from me
Follow codes, study game, feed fam nigga fuck fame
All black my whip foreign, these bad hoes keep tiptoeing
Down in turks and caicos, dope boy that's my dress code
All I hug is blood nigga, Khaled that's my flesh though
All I want is love nigga, money bring that stress though
Smoke good I love life, strip club like every night
Every night my same niggas day one straight menace
Rozay!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ah, I'm here with my niggas, I'm too high to be friendly
They throw dirt on my name, well that's why they still dig me
And I'm tired of all this hating, I thank God for my patience
I thank God for my homies I wish we could trade places
Bitch we good fellas, boy all them niggas with you they just
Pole bearers and if we ball catch us
Remember sip slow, live fast Young Money stay young
I been Cash Money since day one
Tunechi
[Hook]
[Outro]
Fuck all ya niggas except my niggas [x3]
Fuck all ya niggas
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down with my niggas [x3]
Fuck them other bitches 'cause I'm down with my niggas
Give It All To Me lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mavado & Nicki Minaj)
[Intro]
I want you give it all to me (Mavado)
I want you give it all to me (Long time me na' see no bad man like you, seen!)
Gal the way you a wind, gal you know say it groovy
(We The Best)
You a tell me you bad, now a time 'fi you prove it
[Verse 1: Mavado]
Party 'til the sun comes up
'Til the sun goes down
Turn up the sound
Bad girls all around
Oh so round like a English pound
Like a dog me a roam
Like a dog to a bone
No long talk like no phone
Like a Benz with chrome me haffi make her my own
[Hook: Mavado]
So girl, I want you give it all to me
Give it all to me
Gyal the way you a whine, gyal you know say it groovy
You groovy
Dem ah pree, dem ah stare, dem ah watch like movie
Movie
You a tell me you bad, now a time 'fi you prove it
So prove it
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Ayo Mavado, tell em lick a shot; hollow. [gun shot]
Tell 'em say we straight; arrow
Tell 'em the flow tight; narrow
Everyting me did a'start, them borrow.
Cruised up, link my dudes up
The coupe black & blue, yup, it's bruised up!
I'm like, "Who's up?" Girls is used up
These bitches is my sons, I tied my tubes up!
Tell 'em again, bad gyal, toast is oozed up
I hit up Instagram, post some nudes up.
Uhn - bon fire, rev it, pop a wheelie!
Caribbean girls run it, ask RiRi!
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mavado]
Badness check, sexiness check
Walk pass man a broke them neck
Style check, intelligence check
Pandemonium when you step
Say just send me a text
Whatsapp message, me na' use BBM
Gal you hotter than them, gal you a problem
[Hook]
[Bridge: Nicki Minaj]
I'll handle you
Let me dance for you
I might be thinking 'bout leaving my mans for you
I'll handle you
Let me dance for you
I might be thinking 'bout leaving my mans for you, (yeah)
[Outro: Mavado & Nicki Minaj]
Like a dog me a roam
Like a dog to a bone
No long talk like no phone
Like a Benz with chrome me haffi make her my own
[Nicki Minaj]
Make me your own baby
Make me your own baby
I'm here. I'm here. I'm here!
So girl, (Pretty Gang in a' the place) a want you give it all to me
Give it all to me
[Mavado]
Gal the way you a wind, gal you know say it groovy
You groovy
Hell's Kitchen lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. J. Cole & Bas)
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
Yeah, back from the dead
Like Michael Jackson in red jackets, with naps in my head
Who's white or black, it's a rare package
Get smacked if you said that I'm neck and neck with these square rappers
My guest room's got plantinum plaques, and an air mattress
No time for furniture shopping, too busy burnin' you
Watching you, learning you
Word to Pac, I'm plottin' to murder you
Should of thought and occured to you
My next album flop, then I'm goin pop, like Nelly
With tops dropped on convertible, Porsches
Born Sinner, not burning no crosses
Might burn a couple bridges, I'm losing by double digits
I gotta do somethin'
Fightin' depression I'm trying my nigga
But everytime I think about it I'm cryin' my nigga
Cried myself to sleep on thousand dollar sheets
I reak of the scent of a vendetta that's deep
I'm playing for keeps, but you ain't think I'd bounce back
They love to hear black nigga count stacks, count stacks
[Hook: J. Cole]
Forty thousand in my pocket you see it
Another twenty on the way you see it
I got a fish for a dollar you see it
Five hundred for the Js you see it
I get money out the ass you see it
I thought I'd never see the day you see it
They put a price on my head you see it
But they don't ever have to pay you see it
I fell down on my knees and yeah I prayed
Cause heaven seems a million miles away
I dreamed of all the things that I would say
On that day
But for now I'm cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
Now get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Tell my story I'm just hopin' they'll listen
Cooking up in hells kitchen, hells kitchen
Nigga fuck you and your fake well wishing
I get out of hells kitchen, hells kitchen, one day
[Verse 2: Bas]
Yeah
Omission's usually, an admission to guilt
Hari Kari yourself, all the way to the hilt
You get nothin', no love
Zip, zero, zilch
We don't mention you lames, man I be pleadin' the fifth
There's a Judas in every crew, concealed in a kiss
Kiss of death, let's put the rest all to tedious bits
Fucks sake you niggas emanate a feminines traits
Bitch nigga when could never relate
Nah, cause man you niggas is birds
You learn that at bird school, or somethin'
You eaten that bird food, or somethin'
You sick with that bird flu, or somethin'
That's my word, cause every where I turn
When folks I known for years, that couldn't pronounce my name
And asking me for pics, there's something bout this game
It's somethin' for the bitches, it's somethin' for the bitches
[Hook]
Never Surrender lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Akon, Anthony Hamilton, Jadakiss, John Legend, Meek Mill & Scarface)
[Intro - DJ Khaled:]
Keep your circle tight
Trust no one, nobody
[Verse 1 - Scarface:]
Gotta be careful who you trusting
Beware of your surroundings when you hustling
Them niggas smiling at you ain't your friends, dawg
All the real ones are dead or in the pen y'all
You fuck with dude, he your day one
Almost had it all then the day comes
When they walking through your house with the strap out
Pointing at your head, got the bread then you blacked out
Bright lights down the hallways
Left his best friend for dead for the small wage
They say that every doors got a day coming
It's like he seen a ghost but he ain't sayin' nothing
Eyes wide shut like he looking at me
Window pains to the soul say that nigga's happy
But the pictures ain't say them words and we dry stomach
The homie didn't keep it one hundred
The cops doing roundups, say they got a suspect
Finally got a name now, I'm still thinkin fuck that
For money, niggas murder what they close to
Entire families is these motherfuckas ghost you
Smoke you, was it worth what the life was?
Just prepared for the payback because it strikes, cause
Was it worth what that life was?
Prepare for the payback when it strikes, cause
[Bridge - John Legend:]
When you need it the most ain't no one ever around
Cold world, cold world
[Verse 2 - Jadakiss:]
The pain's unbearable, remains unwearable
He fuck around jump of a building if you dare him to
The greats they done already killed him, who you compare him to
You really figure out what he said will take a year or two
Family over everything, skills over politics
He don't need the accolades as long as you acknowledge it
Just playing the hand you was dealt, no aces
Betrayal was worse than death in most cases
The world is filled with hypocrites, this so racist
Multiple shots to the face, No chasers
Mad cause you blew up quick and you excited
Your man that you grew up with get you indicted
This was your nigga, yo
For him you let the trigger go
Found out at the trial they got audio and video
Shit don't always happen how you plan it
Get jammed up and really find out who your fam is
You could feel the picture, you don't need to see the canvas
That nigga Jay'll a Hawk you, he don't even play for Kansas
You know when it's someone you love the hurt's pure
When you front, tryna hold it in, it hurts more
He was right there back-to-back with me, my first war
Even had a crack spot together, the first floor
Used to buzz him in, then meet him right by the first door
That was 'prolly a year before I went on my first tour
Friendship was worth more than a couple of ounces
He was 'sposed to be with me, arguing with the bouncers
Instead you ended up somewhere far in the mountains
Talking 'about what we was doing, what we was counting
None but, old pictures of old sixes
Old BM's with the kids, old snitches
Two sides, both wishes
Karma is the sister of life, they both bitches
[Bridge - Anthony Hamilton:]
See there's a story in my life
There's a story in my pain
There's a story in my tears (Oh, oh)
There's a story in me
[Verse 3 - Meek Mill:]
Yeah, for life
Lord forgive me for my sins, I was chasin' ends
And I'm into makin' money, I ain't in to making friends
Cause these niggas rattin', I ain't finna take a chance
Homie said he 'bout that action they grabbin' me take the stand, damn
Say loyalty make a man, got a homie and he told
I don't even shake his hand, I don't even crack a smile
Knew him since a child, man this game so foul
But niggas made vows to a code I never break
Ridin' in the heavy weight
Thirty-six O's in the bird, call it feather weight
Never on time, when I show up I be ready late
Niggas got fat while we starved they already ate
And I'm trying to get full, masks on clips full
If he got the money we attack him like a pitbull
We sellin' soft, we sellin' hard like it's a brick store
On my dick, nigga, thought that's what your bitch for
[Bridge - Akon:]
My pain ain't never been told
All the success that I'm suffering from
Came from this knowledge I sold
My family fucks with me
And fought the enemy that stood in my way
That's why I don't trust nobody
And I doubt you'll ever see that day
'Fore I surrender to you, surrender to you
Surrender to you, surrender to you
Which I will never do
[Bridge - John Legend & Anthony Hamilton:]
Cause when you need it the most ain't no one ever around (nobody's around)
Cold world, cold world (yes it is)
And the ones that you keep close are the ones that'll take you down (only take you down)
Cold world, a cold cold world
[Hook - Akon x2:]
'Fore I surrender to you, surrender to you
Surrender to you, surrender to you
Which I will never do
[Bridge - Anthony Hamilton & John Legend:]
See there's a story in my life (Surrender)
There's a story in my pain (Surrender)
There's a story in my tears (Surrender)
There's a story in me (I won't surrender, I won't Surrender, no, no no)
Murcielago (Doors Go Up) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Birdman & Meek Mill)
Birdman, what up?
Last time I seen bird, He Said Young Nigga Get This Money
Fuck these niggas
And you know what I said
I said, fuck ‘em!
DJ Khaled
Uh, murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fall You Know the hoes turn up
But, When the Money Gone You Know All The Hoes Turn Down
And I pray to God He Don't Let my soul burn up!
Porsche and a nigga, I was Born With It
Heart Cold, but my soul warm in it
Glock 48, I go to war with it
Steady, ain’t Judah, with a foreign, with a switch
And I go to tour with it
If I see It, Then You Know I'm Gon Get It
Yeah nigga, for the love of that paper
I got hoes sipping, nigga, six in the morning with it
I’d die for this Cream, die for my dreams
As I stay and I fight on the side of the ring
With my back to the road
Hear The Crowd as they scream
But I come out on top like Mohamed Ali, uh!
These hoes fuck so good
Now lil nigga get money now!
Same bitches laughing at me I was dead broke
Can’t hear… I’m funny now!
Brand new Rolls Royce in the summer now
Big boy need coach when they come around
And they wanna put it all on my soul
Head Shot for a hater now simmer down
Uh, murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fall You Know the hoes turn up
But, When the Money Gone You Know All The Hoes Turn Down
And I pray to God He Don't Let my soul burn up!
Uh, murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fall You Know the hoes turn up
But, When the Money Gone You Know All The Hoes Turn Down
And I pray to God He Don't Let my soul burn up!
Eight million dollars on a brand new land
Suicide like they always don’t jam
Mount on top, nigga, high as the fame
Filthy rich, nigg, doing my thing!
Pop off, we had to pop that spot
Jewels flying, nigga, we’re so hot
Yachts, condos, living their life
I’ll do it again and I’ll pay that twice!
Murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up
Bo, when the money guiding all the hoes turn out
And I pray God, he won’t let my soul burn up!
Murcielago when the doors go up
And when the money fire and all the hoes turn up
And when the money guiding all the hoes turn out
And I pray God, he won’t let my soul burn up!
Black Ghost lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Vado)
We da, we da
Da best
Sping of ours
[Verse 1:]
Yo! Most hated, incorporated with wealth
Underrated, I felt had to operate it with help
Separated myself in these decorated to bail
Got educated and dealt with places safe than the melt
God gift as a kid, blockin up all previous
Like who's not scared of chain too on that park bench
Watch keep shit and shapon sick
You stick to conscience, hit the corner, take over walkmens
Like G money and that Wrangler
Showin this new drug that I had, niggas it's danger
Spittin Basquiat, I'm a painter
Every hard verse, great off work, you can hang up
No need to read the book when the author's here
Everywhere I look feds parkin here
Empty out the clip in yo partner's beard
Why'd he get a shave? Anesthesia and the partners chill
[Hook: x2]
Yo I be creepin slow in the black ghost (all day)
See me slickin those off the black ghost (wussup)
I be fuckin hoes in the black ghost (hah!)
Getting high, UFO in the black ghost
[Verse 2:]
All my niggas can wait 'cus soon all my niggas be straight
And all my niggas will wait then what? All my niggas is safe
Banana clips with the K so that all my niggas be safe
The quick to pitch every day, you don't know my niggas be late
Wait, Frank Noola when I'm last tappin er
Dom's all up in his face like the smack ballad
Was in the lake but move water like the back paddle
They try to name the place so all deserve to mack at you
B4 the C4
Was drug trafficking, travelling, make em detour
Payin preachers, coliseum, listen we need more
Grantin wishes, drippin 6's, preachers off D4
We da best, I don't see the rest
And I'm a be the best so I don't need the rest
Need a short stopper, not without a G to catch
My niggas drove high faster than a G a pack
[Hook: x2]
Yo I be creepin slow in the black ghost (all day)
See me slickin those off the black ghost (wussup)
I be fuckin hoes in the black ghost (hah!)
Getting high, UFO in the black ghost
I'm gone
Take That Off lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Vado & Jeremih)
[Hook:]
Miami cruising, bad kind
Collins drivin all hoes around
I just spot hittin
I throw it up
Actually... booty good as fuck
Take that off, take that off
Stayin on top of me, this my part
Down down, put it down, let it elevate
Round after round, Shawty going heavyweight
[Verse 1:]
Duffle bags unzipping, paper tags was driven
Play the stage, club livin
With a bucket full of women
Couple bands, low denims
If that's yo man go with him
I need a boy to go get em
Every car's ours, we don't rent em
And my hap back be a snap back
Black T with them black shap
That's me if my ass stack
Her hair long, her swag crack
QV and some strapped flex
Hove on it, her bag max
Since 21 I've been the black Jack
Cary on, no nutsack
[Pre-Hook:]
That's crazy, that's crazy
I saw him when he pull up in that Mercedes
Why ask when I don't want what you like?
Been countin since all the money on the dash
Man, that's crazy
[Hook:]
Miami cruising, bad kind
Collins drivin all hoes around
I just spot hittin
I throw it up
Actually... booty good as fuck
Take that off, take that off
Stayin on top of me, this my part
Down down, put it down, let it elevate
Round after round, Shawty going heavyweight
[Verse 2:]
Aks Jeremih, still be frontin, I'm very fly
Hop out of them white ends
With the blue check like I'm verified
Play the block like I don't care, I put it on you, Tom Teryiok
Word to Jane, I'm merry hah
Fuck the truth on that heavy lot
Take that off, take that off
My niggas quick to let that off
Caps in the air like I head up
I'm trapped off, too many bad chicks to back off
Da Vinci kicks with the strap off
This nigga sick like the bad cough
[Pre-Hook:]
That's crazy, that's crazy
I saw him when he pull up in that Mercedes
Why ask when I don't want what you like?
Been countin since all the money on the dash
Man, that's crazy
[Hook:]
Miami cruising, bad kind
Collins drivin all hoes around
I just spot hittin
I throw it up
Actually... booty good as fuck
Take that off, take that off
Stayin on top of me, this my part
Down down, put it down, let it elevate
Round after round, Shawty going heavyweight
[Verse 3:]
Fuck up Mitch, you be limpin
The green house, the whole team on
On any couches we standing
We tryna live what ya'll dream bout
King of diamonds we wearing
Bring the iron, we airing
This thing devours, ain't sharing
All these bitches round me, they starin
And she hoped in and got crazy
I'm swerving lanes, I'm going 80
I'm zig zaggin that M6, automatic and stick shift
She more than happy, want a quick fix
I told her grab it, get a quick lick
And I pulled up like my dick in
It got one eye like Slick Rick
[Pre-Hook:]
That's crazy, that's crazy
I saw him when he pull up in that Mercedes
Why ask when I don't want what you like?
Been countin since all the money on the dash
Man, that's crazy
[Hook:]
Miami cruising, bad kind
Collins drivin all hoes around
I just spot hittin
I throw it up
Actually... booty good as fuck
Take that off, take that off
Stayin on top of me, this my part
Down down, put it down, let it elevate
Round after round, Shawty going heavyweight
Weed & Hennessy lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mavado)
[Hook:]
A wah wi waan
Weed and Hennessy
And a little bit a grabba leaf
Full suit a Louie V
Bare gyal inna the vehic's
That mi waan fi di Sumaiya
Weed and Hennessy
And a little bit a grabba leaf
Full suit a Louie V
Bare gyal inna the vehic's
That mi waan fi di Sumaiya
[Verse 1:]
Drive out the truck
Drive out the car
Ride out the bike
Gyal cock up pon the back a wah mi like
Load up mi cup
Gimmi a spliff
Gimmi a light
Champagne pop, fly like a kite
Mi just get a new gyal
And seh call up you crew gyal
Mi and mi dawgs
Dem a gyallis usual
How wi do gyal deal with it crucial
Real boss, have papers fi burn
Holiday weekend, tables a turn
Most of your money straight like perm
Hotel presidential suite confirm
[Hook:]
A wah wi waan
Weed and Hennessy
And a little bit a grabba leaf
Full suit a Louie V
Bare gyal inna the vehic's
That mi waan fi di Sumaiya
Weed and Hennessy
And a little bit a grabba leaf
Full suit a Louie V
Bare gyal inna the vehic's
That mi waan fi di Sumaiya
[Verse 2:]
Then you no si the whole place tun up
Then you no si how dem yah gyal yah stand up
Batty cock out and dem a push up stomach
And the whole place tun up when the big Benz come up
College gyal she dem love mi swag
Scream off stage when mi throw mi rag
Mi no haffi brag
But mi know mi bad
Trap lord fi the gully God
Trap lord, trap lord
Wi ever fresh wi no stale a road
Trap lord, trap lord
Every ship and every plane a load
[Hook:]
Weed and Hennessy
And a little bit a grabba leaf
Full suit a Louie V
Bare gyal inna the vehic's
That mi waan fi di Sumaiya
Weed and Hennessy
And a little bit a grabba leaf
Full suit a Louie V
Bare gyal inna the vehic's
That mi waan fi di Sumaiya
Helen Keller lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Kat Dahlia)
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
Miami!
Dade County!
Lets ride!
[Verse 1: Kat Dahlia]
I’m from Miami, bitch
Yeah, that’s Miami streets
And all the haters want to push us, try to give us heat
Baby, we live in heat, so drop that shit and drop the beat
Lets party in my streets and leave the hotel room with dirty sheets
I’m no holds barred, baby, I’m gung ho
They sayin’, “Girl, you ain’t Jamaican, accents got to go”
And I say, “Hell no, hell no”
I got Jamaica in my lungs, it’s that good hydro
I got that Barbee flow, I’m feelin’ irie
Party, work and chill on the beach all day
Got Corona in my hands, got that iron in my blood
Got my toes in the sand
And my God is the Sun
[Hook:]
I’m shakin’ up the game, trying to test my luck
Living life everyday, by what comes up
Yeah, I’m working on some things
Getting my weight up
I’m Helen Keller to the hate
I’m sayin’, “What?, what?, what?”
I’m shakin’ up the game, trying to test my luck
Living life everyday, by what comes up
Yeah, I’m working on some things
Getting my weight up
I’m Helen Keller to the hate
I’m sayin’, “What?, what?, what?”
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2:]
We in that heat wave, where people ain’t phased
Workin’ to get paid
This town, they don’t play
The girlies like, “Yay”
They like the heart race
“White girl” on a white girl’s face
And I’m [?]
We do it for the trills, trills, trills
We got enough bills, bills, bills
So keep poppin’ them pills, pills, pills
I’m chillin’ in my [?]
Bring my girls to the damn party
Bro, don’t touch me, I got my own money
If you want a drink for free
Show my girls your body
[Hook]
[Verse 3:]
My town likes to party all of the time, all of the time
Take me down to prime
Give me a steak, if it’s bloody that’s fine
Got a roach in my pocket, took Mary J to dine
Let me clear my throat
(Yeah, yeah)
Have mercy babe, I hope you don’t mind, mind
I’m on a fucking boat
(Yeah, yeah)
And I’m thirsty babe, pass me the champagne, pagne
[Hook]
At The Top (It's Just Us) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Mavado)
ArmzHouse Records
Dem no waan, you reach nowhere
But a money over enemy
A that the youth dem a seh
But right now at the top it's just us
Or the topic just us
You can't stop it just just
Or if you can't stop it just hush
At the top, it's just us
Or the topic just us
You can't stop it just curse
Or if you can't stop it just hush
Sit back an mi a watch time pass off
Wa that a the big Benz blast off
Tell wolf in sheep fi go take dem mask off
Mi no Kevin Heart but mi have the last laugh
Now yo si mi house big with the grass off
Straight K pop the champagne cork off
As mi wake go through mi gate
Mi spend a hundred G's fast fast
Mi can't bother wid the small talk
At the top it's just us
Or the topic just us
You can't stop it just curse
Or if you can't stop it just hush
At the top it's just us
Or the topic just us
You can't stop it just curse
Or if you can't stop it just hush
Call mi, call mi, the million dollar man
Yuh si mi look to the left yuh si a million dollar hand
Always have a million inna mi plan
Bullet proof glass when mi role out the van
Enemies a team up, enemies a plan
Where are they now, mi can't understand
Me God choose wid the golden shoes
Always a win when mi try hard for lose
At the top it's just us
Or the topic just us
You can't stop it just curse
Or if you can't stop it just hush
At the top it's just us
Or the topic just us
You can't stop it just curse
Or if you can't stop it just hush
Dem no wan, you reach nowhere
But a money over enemy
A that the youth dem a seh
Dem no wan, you reach nowhere
But a money over enemy
A that the youth dem a seh
At the top it's just us
Or the topic just us
You can't stop it just curse
Or if you can't stop it just hush
At the top it's just us
Or the topic just us
You can't stop it just curse
Or if you can't stop it just hush
At the top it's just us
Kiss The Ring (2012)
- Shout Out To The Real
- Bitches & Bottles (Let's Get It Started)
- I Wish You Would
- Take It To The Head
- They Ready
- I'm So Blessed
- Hip Hop
- I Did It For My Dawgz
- I Don't See 'Em
- Don't Pay 4 It
- Suicidal Thoughts
- Outro (They Don't Want War)
- Don't Get Me Started (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- Aktion Pak (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
- B-Boyz (Deluxe Edition Bonus Track)
Shout Out To The Real lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Meek Mill, Ace Hood and Plies)
[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Free Boosie, real nigga
In the jail standing tall like Shaquille nigga
I used to say, "I know how you feel, nigga"
It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas
Had my hood hating now they came up
I don’t know if it’s the money or the fake stuff
Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked
Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up
Friends turn to foes when you're in a row
Model bitches turn to hoes cause a nigga froze
Got them people taking pictures, let a nigga pose
Cause I get paper reading scripts, you ain't getting shows
Poppin' bottles it sound like a mac-10
Better be soaked in it when I’m back in
I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston
And I ain’t got an album, man, I got these niggas falling off
I’m gone
[Hook x2: Meek Mill]
Shout out to the real niggas (Salam)
And shout out to the real bitches (Say what)
I’m popping bottles with my real niggas
It’s like a full time job not to kill niggas
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems, that banana type
Seen a millie, now it’s hard for me to sleep at night
I’m the type to flood the rollie like it's New Orleans
Bet that all my niggas ball like I’m Mr. Clean
From the bottom to the top, I made it out the gutter
I’m 17 on every scene I need my bread and butter
Used to run the streets, but now I’m running every summer
Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover
Feel like I'm jumping up out that phantom on my cocky ass
Know they hating, I just tell 'em kiss the paper tags
Still be with them pretty bitches, save for Stacy Dash
Plus my rollie cost me 80, that's gon' make 'em mad
Free my niggas locked, free my nigga caged
Fuck the system yeah you know we on the same page
Niggas love it when you're drowning in that water, dawg
Hate to see a nigga shining like some marmaro
Loyalty over royalty that’s my common law
We The Best: the logo, and I'm with my fucking boss
He just tell me murder niggas would think of Holocaust
Kill the hottest young'n in and what you niggas thought
[Hook x2]
[Verse 3: Plies]
They took a half of M nigga out the bank nigga
If you want to whip 'em pussy nigga, blank nigga
And I put that red dot right where you think nigga
Hood nigga still wearing cuban linx nigga
I’m on the ave. nigga riding in a cutlass
You that talking nigga, you know you a pussy
A real nigga, real life, no rap shit
And I can promise you this ain’t what you want, bitch
Dialed me and still ain’t a real nigga
‘Cause I was to busy to gutter with the real niggas
When you see me in the field tell me how you feel nigga
And we some kids to tell you that we the real nigga
And they ain’t telling none of my young nigga to chill, nigga
We all shooters, nigga, and all us on the pills nigga
Ain’t got a yacht, but nigga the size of Shaquille, nigga
And before you try anything you better write your will, nigga
[Hook x2]
Bitches & Bottles (Let's Get It Started) lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Lil Wayne, T.I. & Future)
[Hook: Future]
Let's get it started, let's go dumb and retarded
Let's get high as we wanna, let's go and burn up a forest
Better load up the cartridge, get the car it's inside it
Let's put some ice on your watches and designer on your body
Let's order bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let's order bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, bitches and bottles
Bitches and bottles, let's get it started
[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm turned up till my knob broke say turn down I say nah ho
My neck rocky like Balboa, my watch official, it's uncalled for
In the same regions on all floors, I got six sluts on all fours
They french kiss and say bonjour I got my own shine but I want yours
I'm stupid rich got stupid bitches, who stupid thick in Louboutin
Don't like me, fuck you again, wanna fight me well come do it then
Right hand to God on everything I see the hearts of men and they bear lame
I won't entertain no punk shit, they talk shit and I run shit
Boy you tryin' to get what I been here, headed down for like 10 years
I'm gettin' it in til it's unreal, let's say one album, like ten mill
Plus my swag is stupid low IQ (gone) hurt nigga feelin', I don't try to
But when you ballin' like I do, you know something nigga, don't like you
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Lil Wayne]
It's Tunechi, you bitch you, I like sticky weed and sticky pussy
Sittin' on like a hundred mil, I treat that shit like whoopie cushion
Ballin' on them fuck niggas, they on the bench I bench press em'
They hating, from the sidelines, they pissed off, piss test em'
Man I'm on that lean, liquor for the bitches
Whom fuckin' with me? all I hear is crickets
I got stank up in my swisher, my bitch pussy smell like roses
She on that Molly, I'm on that Mary, I'm on that Mary like Joseph
Man I'm married to this shit, you can call it Shit Carter
Dick stay up like it got insomnia
All them niggas hatin, fuck ya in ya pussy
The best things in life are free, free my nigga Boosie, gone
[Hook x2]
I Wish You Would lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Kanye West & Rick Ross)
[DJ Khaled]
I’m so serious!
[Kanye West]
One, two them boys coming for you
Three, four, better lock your door
Five, six, hide your bitch
(Ayo Yeezy, pop your shit)
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
They said, thou shall not be ill
Thou shall not feel
Thou should not be trill, not be drill, not be real
Niggas selling packs, niggas flipping pills
They got heroin and cracks, man these niggas high for real
Every year gon be our year
Every year gon be my year
These niggas really is out here
These niggas really is out here
The block is at war
Post traumatic stress
Ran up outta pills
Rob that CVS
Niggas getting bust over In God’s We Trust
We believe in God but do God believe in us
If we believe enough, will we ever get to know ‘im
That lean got us dozing, we forget that we the chosen
I’ve been poppin shit for too long
But still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us
[Hook - Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I wish you would nigga
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us
[Rick Ross]
My money on a another level
In the streets I hear ‘em hotter than the fucking devil
I wonder how I got a hundred in my fucking bezel
G5, make it rain, I can change the weather
We fly, them niggas lame, where your fucking cheddar?
Aim at your brain, AK be the fucking letters
Fuck niggas fall in alphabetical order
Frank Lucas fur, the cap run more than the quarter
I’m at the fight, ringside, right next to promoters
All my niggas still hustle consider ‘em roguish
I remember catching buses just bought me a Lotus
All your codes get decoded, know the niggas you quoting
Hunh, my corner will scorch ya
Somehow my flow is the coldest
Money, power, respect, the only thing’s truly important
Family first, Khaled we gotta stay focused
God Forgives and I don’t
Pussy niggas unnoticed
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Kanye West]
I wish you would nigga, I wish you would nigga
You see you got a couple cases, still look good nigga
You see these niggas’ll try to play ya
Know how ya feel nigga
Eh yup, that’d be the day you wanna kill a nigga
But you gon chill nigga
Just for your kids nigga
Cause now there’s kids doing grown man biz nigga
You just got home nigga
You tryna live nigga
Me I don’t wanna do another 5 years nigga
The boss is testing yo ass
The feds’ll question yo ass
They be drug testin’ yo ass
And then they pray you don’t pass
And then you look in the sky
You got some questions to ask
With no response make you wanna grab the tech and the mac
Cause they’ve been poppin’ shit for too long
Still reppin’ where I came from
I guess it’s how I came up
I wish you would try to play us
[Hook]
(ROZAY!)
Take It To The Head lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Chris Brown, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Lil Wayne)
Another one
DJ Khaled
Working all winter
Shining all summer
I ain't no beginner
You scared to
Take it to the head
Don't think about it (be about it)
Don't be scared to take it to the head
Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots,
I'm gone
Take it to the head
I'm in my zone
Damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots
I'm gone
Now we gon' get fucked up
No excuses no apologies
[Rick Ross:]
Reputation for g's, that's the role of a boss
So amazing to see, black baguettes in my watch
She say love is for free, just expensive to shop
But it's nothing to me, that extends from my block
I got a lot of figures, I'm a father figure
She know a lot of niggas, don't know a hotter nigga
Come to the winners circle, a lot of men will hurt you
But I'm here to nurture, I wanna take you further
She got all them purses, I say in my verses
YSL and Hermes and barely scratch the surface
She know on purpose, as I peel the curtains
I always make her nervous, this record's perfect
Take it to the head
Don't think about it, be about it
Don't be scared to take it to the head
Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I'm gone
Take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I'm gone
Now we gon' get fucked up, no excuses no apologies
[Nicki Minaj:]
Yo, reputation for bussin'
Pussy open, it's nothin'
Big fat nigga, all that huffin' and puffin'
Take me shopping in France
And he pay in advance
He got big balls, ran a play in his pants
Ran away with his money just to chill on the Island
All my bitches is stylin'
Beaches and eating Italian
This is real shit, real shit
On the real, nigga fuckin' wit a real bitch
I ride for him, DMV
Stamina, GNC
3 letters CMB
Competition, I don't see any
Take it to the head
Don't think about it, be about it
Don't be scared to take it to the head
Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I'm gone
Take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I'm gone
Now we gon' get fucked up, no excuses no apologies
[Lil Wayne:]
Reputation for tasting
I'm killin' 'em hoes like Jason
Got that pussy like medication to patients
Got my eyes closed, like Asian persuasion
Fuck with me baby, it's Tunechi baby
Buss a nut, smoke a blunt, now I'm rejuvenated
With all that pink on, bitch I'm King Kong
I eat her ice cream, she eat my ice cream cone
Pop a pill and pop that pussy
I bet you Tunechi make her throw away that silver bullet
And she kiss me on my neck and she kiss me on my chest
And then she…
Take it to the head, (yeah yeah)
Don't think about it, be about it
Don't be scared to take it to the head (yeah yeah)
Girl, you fly but if I tell you then you might take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I'm gone
Take it to the head
I'm in my zone, damn near got my eyes closed
One shot, two shots, I'm gone
Now we gon' get fucked up, no excuses no apologies
[Lil Wayne:]
Young mula baby!
They Ready lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. J. Cole, Big K.R.I.T. & Kendrick Lamar)
[Verse 1: J. Cole]
And you know it don’t stop
Grindin round that clock
Masterminding my second album
My first album just dropped
Scored a touchdown on my first down
Niggas thought I was gon’ flop
See I hustle like my momma but I look just like my pops
And we still duckin cops
Ride around and take shots
Hennessy for my enemies
Niggas know I’m takin they spot
Cause that score up on the play clock
Show just how I came from way back
Just like T-I-P told you ASAP but you niggas rappin like Aesop
Get a grip
Oh that’s your dream car? Nigga that’s my old whip
Oh that’s your dream girl? Nigga that’s my old bitch
Oh that’s your new flow? Nigga that’s my old shit!
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas
[Hook: Cole]
One for the money, two for the show
Three for them hoes saying anything goes
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever
I been around the world, twice to be exact
Six bad bitches and they lapped up in the back
They say they ready for whatever!
They say they ready for whatever!
[Verse 2: Big K.R.I.T.]
Shawty look what we got
My bass beat and it knock
Got the old school in my old school
Bout to post up on yo block
Yo broad chose like she was supposed to and you up in arms cause she bopped
I hate to say it but I got to say that I wish that they would just stop
So fuck these haters, fuck these hoes that ain’t slammin doors on they drop
Y’all niggas too young to remember how to the south used to be but I’m not
So when it come to snappin’, Cadillacs, SpottieOttieDopaliscious, y’all pop
You thought Krit Wuz Here and R4 were the shit, bitch wait til my album drop
Say that’s yo new car? Nigga that’s my old slab
Say that’s yo new bitch? Nigga that’s my old stab
Oh that’s yo new flow? That shit sound so trash
This that new KRIT shit, that Cole shit, them country niggas
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Hol’ up, but don’t forget about Compton nigga
One for the money, two for the show
Three for No Limit and the rest for Death Row
That means I been bout it bout it and this is the realist shit I ever wrote
And if anyone ever doubt it then they are the loudest of liars I know
I only desire to blow, she only desire to blow
And I hope that my dick is a whistlely flute, and that’s not the instrumental
Now pick up my coat
You let that motherfucker drag like RuPaul, I’ll drag your ass to the floor
Bitch, I can admit, I’m a recovered addict, paraphernalia that is
Telling the doctor I’m sick, head doctor I’m needing your lips, yea
Proper analogy for it, if I can afford it then I won’t ignore it,
Cop me a palace and Porsche and right when I floor it that’s when I switch gears
Living my life on Uranus, uh, keeping one foot in your anus, uh
The other foot all on your neck, repeatedly stomp ’til I break it, uh
Bitch I’m demanding respect, these bitches is telling me take it
DJ Khaled, even if I had callus, holding the torch ain’t no challenge
Ain’t it
[Hook]
I'm So Blessed lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Big Sean, Wiz Khalifa, Ace Hood and T-Pain)
[Intro:]
Can nothing stop me now
Yeah
Dj Khaled
Yeah
Ohohoooo, no
[Hook:]
Man I'm so blessed (I'm so blessed)
I got the Lord on my shoulders
I'm alright (I'm alright)
I'm alright (I'm alright)
Ain't got no stress (Ain't got no stress)
My people with me they celebratin' the life
We livin' life (We livin' life)
Now sing it with me
If you've been working hard
If you believe in God
Sing it with me
Can nothing stop me now
[Verse 1: Big Sean]
Yea, yellin' fuck a 9 to 5 boi
Even if I gotta work from 9 to 9 boi
I'm self made, self paid and I got my city watching
They threw me in the game
I threw up numbers like an auction
'Cause I do it, do it, do it
Like it's no other option
Fat asses, big bottles
When I'm around they both get poppin'
I talk about girls and money
Too much I admit, way too much girls
Too much money, those 2 things that don't exist
And I think It's so impressive I'm riding in the back
Young and black 'cause I'm chauffeured and not 'cause I'm arrested
Getting richer every year, you can grasp up my progression
Got the finest with her shirt off and skirt off
Showing her blessings
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Wiz Khalifa]
I wonder what the haters got to say now
They mad I'm on top of my game and they down
I'm always repping for my gang I stay down
Ain't gotta go back to my hood 'cause they 'round
And the niggas that's next to me it's all the niggas that stress with me
I done made it from the bottom and they say I did it on my own
So to me that's destiny
If anybody got a problem I just tell 'em to get on their grind
Try to to see as much checks as me
And my wife is a goddess my tree is the finest
A click full of real niggas that's just the one thing about us
They showin' us love, but I remember back then the niggas would doubt us
We used to go out but now when we go out all the people surround us
They screaming my name, I'm repping my city it's me who they proud of
So fuck what the lames about wouldn't me no game without us no game without us
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Ace Hood]
Been hated on, I been doubted
Been talked about and mistreated
Still put in the work that I needed
Now I'm living the things that I'm dreaming
Got my mama straight and my daughter good
And my team right 'cause we eating
Been broke before and now it's open doors
I got the dopest flow and they seen it
God keep away all them demons
Been patient dog I've been lenient
Been holding out I've been fiending
Long as God with me don't need 'em
When you winning everybody want a dap up
Gettin' money now your friends wanna act up
I don't really give a fuck I'm a go hard
No stress, couple cars in the front yard
We the best be the logo, getting money with a mogul
Upgrade from the 2 to the 4 door
Top down so blast it, it's yolo
One time form the XO
Ace Hood got these rap niggas petro
Fied No lie nigga day know
From the bottom to the top only Lord knows
[Hook]
Hip Hop lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Scarface, Nas & DJ Premier)
[Intro: DJ Khaled]
This shit’s special
This shit’s special
DJ Khaled!
[Verse 1: Scarface]
And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her
She left me stranded in my nightmares
Taking pictures of my memories she right there
Twisting on the blade in my heart, deep
Always on my mind so I can’t sleep
She used to tell me she was all mine
Now the only way I see the broad is online
I’m doing drugs trying to feel you
I’m killing me trying to kill you
I built my whole life around you
I thought I found it all when I found her
Shopping sprees on whatever coast
How’d you really feel, I may never know
And as I ride through these streets
With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the sweets, I..
Realise, some things never change
Once in love and it’s gone you don’t look at it the same man
Fuck love, cause she don’t live here
I’m soaked in blood but I’m still here
Hip Hop heartbreaks, straight-laced, deep bass, 808s plus the mixtapes
Got a nigga feeling like I up and left ya
Get away now you all in the lectures
Being studied by the college’s professors
Now I regret the day I met ya
I’ll be the first one to say it
She ain’t the one you want to play with
I fucked Hip Hop
[Verse 2: Nas]
And if I cry two tears for her
That would be the most that I can give to her
I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr Dre, O’Shea
And a host of those who passed away
Today I’m Drake, I’m Wayne, 2 Chainz
You say you wanna rap, to this bitch you must commit
Then you’re a slave to your grave, you won’t get out, you cannot quit
She menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warm
But the Source to her heart is love, word up, right on
You know how girls are, she love when you licking on her World Star
Kissing on her belly, trick on her and onyx
Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic
But she’s the object of my affections, God’s essence, God bless her
She bought me Bentleys, Breitlings, made some friends resent me
For writing about my life, they thought I should have stayed quiet
She took me to places I would have never saw without her
And she took me from my girl powder
I doubt I’ll ever be the same, hallowed be thy name
Give me strength so I don’t do this dame like Orenthal James
Brad warned me while driving this auburn Ferrari
Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I’ll be sorry
But I tried her, used to ride her, for dollars not the fame
She slowed me down and had me guzzling on cups of lean
She’s a middle-aged cougar, showing young’uns the dream
Notice she wasn’t breathing for a second then I screamed
“She’s dead!”, and everybody took it out on Nasty
I was just looking out for my music family
Wasn’t trying to claim her to myself, she’s yours
You can have her she’s a muthafucking whore
I fuck Hip Hop
And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her
I Did It For My Dawgz lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Rick Ross, Meek Mill, French Montana and Jadakiss)
[Hook]
I did it for my dawgs (I did it for my dawgs) [x8]
Oh Lord!
[Rick Ross]
Hundred in the mula got more diamonds than a jeewler
Top down on the car, might be riding with a shooter
Nigga down to do ya, I aint fucking with a curl bar
Nickle plated ruger have you in a box on Worldstar
Duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga, duck nigga
Where I’m from you call the fuck nigga
Pistol in the freezer, spend a kilo on the visa
Courtside sportscenter, I can make you a believer
Everybody going broke, keep it real, you gotta fight it
Hundred kilo’s in the beemer, boy don’t make me get excited
Couple milli on the neck like I’m tryna get indicted
Got a mansion, got a yacht, bad bitch and a tiger
Real niggas, taking over televisions
Dope boys riding in a new set of benzes
Hot boy, Young boy, still on fire
What’s a death sentence cause we all gotta die
[Hook]
[Meek Mill]
Sittin’ on them M’s, mad shit is gettin realer
Got my hood looking like [?]
Buying all these foreigns I be in and out the dealer
Just to let my niggas hold on when they rollin, it could kill ‘em
And these suckas, I don’t feel ‘em
I don’t even see ‘em
I’mma die fly, Rest in Peace Aaliyah
Half my dawgs dead, the rest of them is here
If all your jewels fake, how the fuck we gon believe ya
Said I did it for my dawgs, did it for my dawgs
Everybody ridin’ till you sit ‘em in the morgue
Started with a [?] now I’m sittin’ in a Porsche
With the shooters right behind me
Shit, you looking at a boss
Rose gold rolie on my wrist, flawless
Hundred bottles send ‘em to the vip, ballin’
Basketball leather in the Benz, Spalding
Ya’ll niggas talking, fuck is yall retarded?
[Hook]
[French Montana]
I did it for my dawgs
Did it for them niggas with a vision like a boss
Did it for them niggas in the kitchen with the salt
Now I’m in that white thing, 500 horses for my niggas in the [?]
But got bikes in my hand and a drop head Rolly
Staring at the ceiling when I wake up in the morning
My dawg doing life, try to see him ‘fore he hit the coffin’
Play with my paper, run up in your offices
It’s the ’012 Ice Cube nigga with the Raider hat
A maniac nigga, where the paper at
Highway to life, need a hundred mill exit
50 on the wrist, hundred on the necklace
[Hook]
[Jadakiss - Verse 4]
Yo, watch who you drinking with
Watch who you smoking with
1.7 in my safe when I open it (cash)
If I put 7 in ya face, will I open it
And I know tomorrow aint promised but I hope it is
Love to get acquanted with you
Stay and tear the jail up
Did it for my dawgs so I had to put the bails up
Get them thangs off so I haven’t put the scales up
Treat you like a pit, get ya ears and ya tail cut
Choppas still hot, you can hold it for yourself
Versace, same buckle on the loafers and the belt
Yeh the pills is flying but the smokers is something else
If the spot catch fire, the coke will just really melt
The dough got ‘em bringing in the broads
Obvious the flow got ‘em screaming for the lord
If there’s money on ya head what you think is the reward?
I aint do it for myself, you know who I did it for?
[Hook]
I Don't See 'Em lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Birdman, Ace Hood and 2 Chainz)
[Hook: 2Chainz]
If I stand next to ice, then I'm camouflaged
If I stand next to lights, then I'm camouflaged
My future's so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads
I don't see you broads, I don't see you broads
I don't see you broads, I don't see you broads
My future's so bright, that all I see is stars
My shades on in the club, I don't see you broads
[Verse 1: 2Chainz]
I'm criminal minded, winter coat climate
Cold. Fucking up your sinus, bitches might
Choke, I'm giving them the heimlich, I'm a
Pimp in my own fucking rhyming, you my side bitch
UGH... Two chainz, two pinky rings
I like to play with Lucille's: B.B. King
You don't fuck with us, we don't really fuck with y'all
Stunna bought some Yatchs, We in the ocean playing bumper cars
Pocket full of money, bitch, and my crew eating
Got a nigga shining like a brand new nickel
Plated pistol, this's my last shot
Just left the dealership and the cashed out
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Ace Hood]
Black shades, gold chain, and a Versace scarf
Swear you haters couldn't see me if I glowed in the dark
What it be like nigga? What it look like ho?
Still shining a nigga, two chains looking like it's lightning doe
No love for you bustas, keep on steady stuntin'
Mo' bottles of Rosé, yeah you know who run it
Thousand dollar shades on, all gold frames
Mister Fuck-your-bitch-and-leave-her, that's my code name
I'm blowing money in this bitch, I think I'm Birdman
Trapping ain't dead, getting money like the bird man
Bad bitches, whole lotta ass
Make you famous in this bitch soon as the camera flash
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Birdman]
In the kitchen and we cooking up that raw hog
Dry when shining, I'm a movie star
Open up the bank bitch, bring em large
Flip em and we bust em, then we ship em off
Perpetrating'll get your head bust
A hundred million, 'll get you dope flush
A new Bentley, you get a ho rush
Big money shit, we popping cause we came up
Hella choppers, on them new thangs
Big yachts, brand new wings
Them hoes yapping, cause they know the frame
Cardinal, Ten Carats on my pinky ring
[Hook]
Don't Pay 4 It lyrics - DJ Khaled (feat. Wale, Tyga, Mack Maine and Kirko Bangz)
[Hook: Kirko Bangz]
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
Man I'm too playa for that
Too many bitches in the world right now
That'll fuck around and pray for that
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
I don't pay for no pussy
I won't pay for no pussy
And I ain't buyin' no Gucci
Say I ain't trying to pay for it
I'm a motherfucking G
And I should make these bitches pay me
Say I ain't trying to pay, for it
Hell naw man I'm too throwed
Niggas stay getting shows
Make a lot of money, never trick to these hoes
[Verse 1: Wale]
Pay for that, not me, no hell
Y'all the one that bring the c-notes out
This is K.O.D., now they wait on me
Cause if I do not arrive, there wouldn't be no show
Wale, Wale
Hear you talking, but I cannot stay
Chicks evolve but I cannot stay
I spit the raw, I leave a gay bitch, late
Turn your date to a lake, turn your 8 to a great
Turn a nine to a damn! without paying for the date
Throw the bait, ain't no John
You done broke the safe just to get those broads
You been playing the Uno but you getting no drawers
And I poke her face and let her hold no cards
I ain't even tripping, or paying these women
Got plenty fish in that ocean and my rod game is so vicious
And my sharp show is at 4: 15, can I use the rip in 5: 15
Now I 62 cause I get the loot, and she's gon' kiss the ring but no wedding
[Hook]
[Verse 2: Tyga]
Clap that ass, bitch, turn up
Nigga kill the pussy, call it murder
Swerve in the Murcielago
Me without a foreign car, man that's unheard of
In the Maybach, king with my feet up
Curtains drawn, bitch scream when you see us
High give me lead up, work toward nigga
2500 for the sneakers, dope ass nigga, no beeper
I was 16 with a Beamer
Glock with the watch on Aquafina
Niggas going, hyena
Getting pussy posted up at the deener
Now we pull up, post in Medinas
With light-skinned bitch like Gina
Aston, Martin
Man I'm motherfucking cold like Kesha
Stop signs, Simon says
We don't give a fuck, we run them
Like Tommy Young, been barely men
Man broke niggas, we don't live with them
I don't fuck around, I just fuck her friends
Got eagle doors on that brand new Benz
And a threesome with two twenty twins
I'm rich, bitch
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Mack Maine]
(Bitch I'm Mack Ma-I-I-I-ine)
Trick what? Lace who?
Baby girl, that ain't what Maine do
Before I chase you, I replace you
Before I break you off, I'm a break you
Matter of fact, fuck you
Got a hundred chicks on my tour bus
Asian chicks, they adore us
I'm feeling like the nigga on the chorus
(Got this drank in my cup
And I'm 'bout to roll up)
Man this bitch talking too much, dawg
(I done came down, hold up)
Heard a nigga say pimping was dead
I showed them my watch and corrected them quick like, "Nah, niggas you're scared"
Now go get you some bread
See it's...
(Money over bitches, and bread over bed
Tell a bitch that I know Khaled, and she take it to the head)
Shit
Shit, one go to store for me
Got another one that's trying to ho for me
Hopefully, she bring more hoes to me
And reverse the game and make em bring dough to me
[Hook]
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