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DRaKe FT LiL WaYNe - RaNSoMe [ WiTH LyRiCz ]
[Drake talking]
yea
its drizzy baby
you already know what it is
its the first time Im high
its the first time I smoked in like 3 months
Im sorry mom I had to do it to em
forty I see you
Oh I see you homie
I stay late tonight right
you know what happen when I stay late, heh
yea
boy wonder
I swear its like this every single time
Toronto I got you
I got us
yea
[Drake]
Im a hard gotta get along wit
get on a song wit
where shit be going right
well I just flip it to the wrong shit
the team that I belong to
tha artists I put on wit
dont ever ask for nothin cause them niggaz got they own shit
feel Weezy like a mouthful of hot peppers
black Ferrari with the red seats
I call it playin checkers
Im never doing verses
Im forever giving lectures
if youre tryna meet with money
Id be happy to connect ya
life is, better than its ever been
scheduling million dollar meetings with the president
someone cut the lights, oh
where is Thomas Edison
got a new condo watch me as I settle in
I deserve a MTV show for me and my people
and if you tryna zone I got a whole swisher sweet full
rappers are liars and they girls are deceitful
adding till they subtract me I never be a equal
last place Drizzy is the nigga in the lead now
Weezy told me just write every single thing you need down
then he got it for me and Im happy as can be now
bout to start ballin like Im coming off a rebound
yea
and I shall have the most bragging rights
because a nigga spit crack, bag it tight
hate when rappers say they tryna get they swagger right
cause I done came Im mo fire than a dragon fight
fuck you pussy ass hater you should do you
you aint heard of me then you should go and get a Blues Clue
oops I mean a red clue
Waynes here, su WOO
bet he felt that like the end of a pool cue
but I aint banging I aint waving no flag
Im ATF but they aint seein no badge
its heartbreak Drake I hate to see em so sad
I could son you, see a little me in yo dad
Im the same little boy that used to play up on Degrassi
he can pocket twenty thousand to be anywhere they ask, me
Cash like Johnny, Banks like Ashley
burning like a Camel Light
stupid hoe ash me
but dont ask me shit about me
and no the game really aint shit without me
she might have to pay me but I dick her down free
wanna know if its the truth then pull the zipper down and see
no homo though
[Lil Wayne]
yea
uhh
Im goin
Drizzy I got us
This is my promise
Ima bring that barrel to them bitches
Eye liners and what I make up will fuck up your skin
I pick the buck up and buck buck and buck buck again
I will butt fuck your friend then suck up her twin
I put the buck up to him then buck buck and buck buck and buck buck again
suck nut you duck fuck your unlovin kin
now dont rub it in
like Lubriderm on a new tattoo I had to
kick my princess up out my castle dad who
never had that dude
always had a black tool
even when I was at school cuz bullies arent bulletproof
red scarf hoodie too
probably aint as hood as you
stupid motherfucker the only thing in the hood is you
I do everything good as you know I do everything better
I get paid for every letter ABC etcetera
fetch a bone, like a dog motherfucker
I am goin for you neck in a sec in a sep
bring it back like work in the trunk
and my exit comin up yup
ya I am headed for the buck like
buck buck again might fly to LA and just fuck Karen
nah fuck Karen lets get bucks again
and fuckin spend them bucks and then just fuck Karen
if I told u ima do it I did it
got my city on my fitted
bout to pop a lets get it
lets get it motherfucker what you waitin on
it is about a minute past piston and im bout to get shitted Im wit it
if money is the it you want me with
and ill probably just spit on the chick you wont be with
and I hate a bony bitch only like em only thick
and I own hiphop if you dont spit Im gon evict
and I just sold a lot of property to a buyer
and I think his name was kinda like drake drizzy rogers or
drizzy drake rogers im too busy to play father
and when it comes to the game Im to willing to play harder
so harder I go there he go
they chant mvp when I shoot a free-throw, CEO
jazz what it do
the haters on that face and then their ass is a shoe
faster than you
badder than you
radder than you, etcetera
I told u I get paid by the letter like
abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxyz
See top, yes he rock
and me and drizzy both wrote on detox
that was just a foot note
how long can he could go
wonderin when he stop?
bitch when the beat stop
so ima keep rockin
till the sheetrock bend
and that heat I send
burn skin
the end
young mula baby, un huh
Length: 316
Rating: 4.30 (6 ratings)
Tags: hip-hop rap drake lil wayne weezy
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Still - Brian McKnight lyricz
Just the song and the lyricz...and two things of humor =P
Length: 259
Rating: 5.00 (23 ratings)
Tags: still Brian McKnight lyricz
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Make It Rain (Remix) With Lyricz
Lyricz:
[Fat Joe:]
Scottie!
Let's make it rain on these niggaz (Remix!)
[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix!)
I'm in this bitch with the terror (We da best! Let's go!)
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix! Remix! We *da best*!)
I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes
[R. Kelly:]
I be drilling these chicks like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like *Kell do it again*
From the club to the coupe, inside my gates
Up in my bedroom screaming *each others name*
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil' dro, lil' *buck* now they getting' dirty dirty
Don't ask me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous
You gon' make me aim this
Leave your ass brainless
I'm tryin' to stay R&B
But these streets is a part of me
So don't get it twisted
You see I order one bottle, then I fuck with one model
Then I order more bottles, now I got more models
I'm from that city where them niggaz don't play man
I take a chick to my room like caveman
So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go
"Skeet skeet skeet, Weatherman 'bout to make it rain!"
[Hook]
[Lil Wayne:]
Blat, blat, blat, blat, hey Joe uh let me git 'em
It's young money and we on like the television
The weather channel, but I do not broadcast
I throw up more cash, and change the forecast
Your boyfriend is lame, I make it rain on ya
He never make it rain, like Southern California
Where's your umbrella? Now get your raincoat
Baby I make it flood, now you gon' need a boat
[Birdman:]
Fresh to death on 'em
We throwin' money on 'em
Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em
Alligator suede, custom with the shades
Make it snow in the club, bitches know we paid
Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White rose for my broad on them 23s
Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet
All red doors up, doin' it like a real G
[Hook]
[T.I.:]
Come see me an Crack in, in the club flossin'
40 thou' in my stacks, 20 stacks in my jeans
No real boss niggaz do real boss things
We bout that shit, you just talkin'
You'nna slang rocks? Then how with my girls
In the 430 down the strip I zoom?
Gonna drop it day real but I feel like Joe
Big glock I carry make a real big BOOM
Make moves like a young tycoon
I come through like a young typhoon
Category 3, don't be category me
Like you can get a better salary to me
El capitan, *king* Numbero Uno
I flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know
[Ace Mack:]
Ace mizzy get all the hoes
Gonna teach them shit they want to know
Like fuck that pussy ass 9-4 girl
Make that bucket a pot of gold
It ain't no money like custom money
It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny
Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money
That why the money gotta clear to protect it from me
She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A
Live for the minute or be out for the day
Hop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos
Gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger
Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina
Talk shit to a nigga with the 'blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my bui-nah
I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck
[Hook]
[Rick Ross:]
305 in my yayo
Hey Khal, call Joe up
Let him know I'm bout to roll up
I just ran outta money
I need to borrow 50 thousand cash
Come through baby, make it rain
E class on the way to you
Gotta a hundred grand for you
Triple Cs
Oh yeah it's the remix
I be reppin my city
Blowin hundreds and fiftys
If the head, right Ricky there every night
Joey I was listenin'
Uh, dubs, spinnin' rims
Time to spend some dividends
My money they swimmin' in
Ross, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor)
Make it rain (Make it rain!), on these haters (on these haters!)
Get your umbrella fella, cause we blowin'
hella chedda, I'm the nigga that you scared of
Cause no one can do it better
[Fat Joe:]
Your crack girly
80s crack baby's momma paid me
Maybach, fly Mercedes
Birth that, drop a baby
Them perty ladies, they drive me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I'll pop like 80
Someone tell Mr. Bentley to bring his umbrella
Katrina not, its just a one fella
Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon
Got me a designated thower, cause my hand's hurtin'
I make it rain, its cock-eyed bitch
It's not a game, I'm 'bout those locos rich
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a happy ending
And we don't need a hotel, we park in lot pimpin'
Bitch!
Length: 278
Rating: 4.10 (11 ratings)
Tags: rap hip-hop Make It Rain Remix Fat Joe Lil Wayne R. Kelly Birdman T.I. Rick Ross
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Lil' Wayne- Dr. Carter {W/ Lyricz}
Intro (Lil Wayne & Nurse)
Where's my coffee?
Good Morning Docter Carter (Hey Sweetie)
Looks like its going to be a long day. (Ahh another one what we got?)
Your first patient (Yeah)
Is suffering from a lack of concept (Uh-Huh)
Originality (Ugh)
His flow is weak (Another one)
And he has no style (Ugh)
Whatcha got for um?
Verse 1 (Lil Wayne)
Ok.Let me put my gloves on and my scrubs on.
Dr.Carter to the rescue. Excuse me if I'm late,
but like a thief it takes time to be this great.
Ha! so just wait. Your style is a disgrace,
your rhymes are fifth place and im just grace.
One, Uno, Ace and im tryin to make your heart beat like bass,
but your sweet like cake and i come to fix
whatever you shall break. Where is your originality?
You are so fake and picture me like a gallery.
Capture What i say. All i need is one mic. All i need is one take.
Like hey, brighter then the suns rays got a pistols on the playground.
Watch the gunplay like.No kidding. No kids in the way,
but the kids do watch. Gotta Watch what we say. Gotta work everyday.
Gotta not be Cliche.
Gotta stand out like Andre 3K.
Gotta kick it like a sensai.
You gotta have faith you gotta gotta wait wait..
Verse 2 (Lil Wayne)
Okay.
Respect is in the heart.
So thats where i'ma start.
And a lot of heart patients don't make it.
Now hey kids
Plural I graduated
cause you could get through anything if Magic made it.
And that was called recycling
or rereciting
something cause you just like it
so you say it just like it.
Some say its biting
but i say its enlightning
besides Dr. Kanye West is one of the brightest.
And Dr. Swizz can stitch your track up the tightest.
And Dr. Jeezy can fix your back up the nicest.
Authritist in my hand from writing.
But i'ma docter they don't understand my writing.
So i stop writing.
Now i'm like lighting.
And you ain't Fish Young so don't clash with the Titans.
Fast and exciting.
My Passion is Frighting.
Now let me put some more Vocab in your I.V.
Here take this Vicatin
Like it and love it
and confidence has no budget so pay me no mine i don't walk like i talk it cause i'm running i don't do it cause i done it and i'm in the emergency punnet.
Verse 3 (Lil Wayne)
Swagger Tighter Then A Yeast Infection.
Fly Go Hard Like Geast Erection.
Fashion Patrol Police Detection.
I Stay Tight Like Chinese Connection.
I Stay Tight Like Pussy At Night.
Baby Don't Get Me Wrong I Could Do That Pussy Right.
But I'm To Wrong To Write.
To Fresh To Fight.
To Paid To Freestyle.
To Paid To Freestyle.
I Had To Say It Twice
Swagger So Nice.
And Don't Ask Me Shit Unless It Concern A Price.
And I Don't Rap Fast I Rap Slow.
Cause I Mean Every Letter In The Words In The Setence Of My Quotes.
Swagger Just Flow Sweeter Then Honey Oats.
That Swagger I Got It I Wear It Like A Coat.
Wait, As I Put The Light Down His Throat.
I Can Only See Flow.
His Blood Starting To Flow.
His Lungs Starting To Grow.
This One Starting To Show.
Strong Signs Of Life.
Wheres The Stiches Heres The Knife.
Smack His Face His Eyes Open.
I Reply With A Nice Welcome Back.
Hip Hop I Saved Your Life.
Length: 267
Rating: 4.60 (10 ratings)
Tags: Lil' Wayne- Dr. Carter {W/ Lyricz} alternative blues classical country electronic folk hip-hop indie jazz world music unsigned soul rock rap r&b pop religious
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SISSY NOBBY CONSEQUENCES - WITH LYRICZ
SISSY NOBBY NEW ORLEANS BOUNCE
LYRICZ..
verse 1
my heart for him my love for him im not worrying bout the rest of dem
you hoes wish you can have em like i have em everytime i turn my back you hoes
try to grab em.try to give him offers dat you think he won't refuse and everytime he turns you
down you hoes have the blues. hating on the the next girl trying to spilt tea
when you really don't know a fucking thing about me. keep yo mouth and eyes off my fucking
trade you wonder who buying his clothes and hows he getting pay. you hoes is pathetic
you sluts need to let it go. give it up give it up. he don't want you hoes. what we got is
ever lasting so fantastic and when i getting dat good joog it soo outstanding
just stop wit yo bull shit find another dick my nigga luvs me and dats who im sticking wit..
verse 2
you hoes is so jealous good for nothing trying to throw a cross wit my boy yall so vicous
every where me and my boi go yall stalking and lurking
yall plays on my fone but bitch it's nothing. i will fight for him go to war wit you bitches
dis a NIGGA i love now run n tell dat bitches call yo back hoes bitch i don't care keep playing wit my
nigga and i gon go to jail ima take you there cause you're taking me fast but then again aint nobody
worry bout yo ass.my nigga know who he loves my nigga know what he got like missy elliot say yeaaa
dats hot.you soo evil and steam up like a teapot cause you can't have baby what i got. im the first lady
im the his one and only hoe who he is no body cares nobody knows..
Length: 162
Rating: 4.80 (286 ratings)
Tags: NEW ORLEANS BOUNCE SISSY NOBBY
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MM4-Chamillionaire - Foolish Freestlye Wit LyricZ
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Ya i kno im kinda uploadin sum thingz late buh not ma prob doin other thingzx everyday............. ya so i might upload thingz lat3.....ummm welll here lyricz
``LYRICS:
[Verse:]
I'm bad to bone I feel like I'm the best/
And they can not contest when I'm kickin that mess/
Cuz ya chic get undressed when she liftin her dress
Cuz like Mannie im fresh when I'm flippin like flesh/
Anybody that's on the net sayin Chamillionaire aint the best/
Get off the D get off the I then let ya keyboard figure the rest/
Cuz I impress my own self and only the man upstairs can judge me/
Retailers open the mixtape rappers then Hug me/
I control the market even bootlegers be lovy dovy/
Plus my necklace got em thinkin that Johnny the Jewlers my buddy/
crash test the best cuz if you hate me then you a dummy/
Give me a month I bet you turn the opposite of chubby/
Every verse is crack and crack heads be sayin they love me/
Mixtape messiah 4 I bet you that you be com a druggy/
They sayin that money talks you rappers betta now make a sound/
Walkin in major money meetings none of these rappers is found/
Even mayor know papers to buy the town/
Plus the wheels a fortune so ima have to buy a noun/
Every verse is a masterpiece my money still stakin like master p's/
Feelin like mighty mouse the way I be takin flights to stack the
cheese/
Please you betta not make another sound/
Yea yea I rep the Texas they just download the style/
Walkin into the garage pick any car in the room she yells which/
Like she was starin at the lady thats on the broom/
Can't call it a fleet/ more like a platoon/
Different car everyday of the week from the 4th of July to June/
Look how they change they tune who not playa/
I'm the wind I'm Berlin I notice you not there/
Enter the code in the atm it sound like AOL/
Soon I'm checkin my account it tells me that you've got mail/
Merci beaucoup mon ami who as cold as cold me/
Bet he french kiss the kicks when they stickin on his teeth/
French chic was in the whip but now she on the street/
She was lookin lookin fine till she asked if she could hold a G/
Yea And if I wanna it I get it/
If I don't really want it then it can leave ima let it/
Used to be in love wit my money now I'm in love wit my credit/
They buy the bar wit their dollars I buy the buildin wit debit/
I hit that harlem nights its gon prepare to storm/
Look at to roof its rain dear feelin like Santaz home/
Famous bet that he could leave out wit the baddest one/
Call her .com cuz she lookin like she Amazon
On a grand hustle TI and 100 million more to go/
Boys in texas D-e-y know they know like Shawty lo/
Lil boosie chic in the bank gettin checked yea I shawty know/
Check my bank acount bet it won't ever come up Short or low/
Who/ They be like koopa why so Cocky bro/
cuz I did everything that they said was Impossible/
and I feel like a one man wreckin crew what I need a posse fo/
All this ice one me like I got hit wit a hockey throw/
Duck, they say that they wanna have fun/
Feelin like silver spoon in the pool of the mansion/
See ya breast strokin in the nude and I have one/
So ima turn the camera on the pool like Camron/
Had this chic in the crib told me that I was difficult/
Told me I should go back to the days I had the glistenin tooth/
Then She tried to tell me that I should go back and rap wit who/
Map of lousinana I bet ya that she gon get the boot/
Koop mother nature musta had a son/
Cuz I'm flyer than a roof in a gigantic storm/
They say mixtape messiah here hataz prepare to run/
When you see me greet me like Cannon cuz I am a DON
Length: 235
Rating: 5.00 (9 ratings)
Tags: chamillionaire soulja boy umg jeezy weezy wayne lil boosie snoop dogg 2pac 50 cent lloyd buck yung banner akon pain alternative pop r&b rap blues religious classical rock country soul electronic unsigned world music folk hip-hop indie jazz
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Spm-Garza West (With Lyricz)
Lyrics to Garza West :
(feat. Juan Gotti)
[Verse 1: SPM]
From the hood and I stood on them Houston streets
We stick together like Cuban's links
I had a nine on my waist, guns I straddle
Forty four at the crib with the ivory handle
I'm the rocker, Beatty Crocker
Cooking cookies and cakes
B-12 to blow it up, as my coke inflates
I'm a swang'a, Gucci on my hang'a
Just brought my cousin on the ranch a Ford Wrangler
I like to ride horses like Mustangs and Porches
Pain is my producer, leader of the dark forces
Striking like matches, dropping like ashes
I only buy dances, if they paying college classes
Motherfucker
[Chorus:]
I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza West
I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza East
I'm wreckin' for my G's in T.D.C
As I ball in this penitentiary
I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza West
I'm wreckin' for my G's in Garza East
I'm wreckin' for my G's in T.D.C
As I ball in this penitentiary
[Verse 2: Juan Gotti]
Mi esposa won't listen, keeps comin' up missing
Feliz navidad aqui en transfer states prison
No visits, no kisses, no of the same bitches
No mas on T.V, magazine, and in wishes
I work on the hoes, what? Living C-dorm
Life with a fo-five got me this job
Mix bread with my foo's, Ese, Locos, and Tontos
Everyday tensions, fights for the tubo
House regulation, dropping Cantones
Bosses talk shit, cause I draw on my sobre
Traded my corn bread dessert over juice
Fight a pro, bullshit! that ain't no food
As a foo on the cool, parole set me off guey
Four years for sho' without no release date
You vatos don't feel me, you live in the free
As I ball through this penitentiary
[Chorus x2]
[Verse 3: SPM]
Swisha Sweet rollin', pockets still swollen
Might meet a bitch and take her fine ass bowlin'
Money of the colon, Benz ain't stolen
Might watch Tiger Woods at the Houston Open
And I got hoes, even one that's Aryan
Slagin' more white balls than the Nolan Ryan
Nine with the silence, might turn to violence
This for all my pipe toting crack smoking clients
And my grass is much greener, South Park Beaner
Puttin' dick to a real famous R&B singer
Blowing like a tuba, wet like a scuba
Kandy coated Cougar, I'm a balla and hoop'a
Hater heart break'a , bloody shirt stain'a
Jumping on my diving board, faint to do a gain'a
Blades on my Benz, tons of fake friends
Spray down my sits with the cherry fragrance
Motherfucker
[Chorus x2]
Length: 300
Rating: 0.00 (0 ratings)
Tags: Spm Rap
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MM4- Chamillionaire - Internet Nerds Revenge Wit LyricZ
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I like this song I think you will too it is SICK and funny to me!
Song For The Haters
Lyrics:
Logging to AllHipHop right now, and uh
What is this, Chamillionaire?
Not him again...
Ahh, can't stand him
He's probably name-dropping artists cause he knows his album bout to drop
You know he's gonna start trying to diss because he knows he's gonna flop
F Chamillionaire, Tha Carter album's what I'm tryna cop
Chamillionaire thinks he's too smart, and plus I think he sings a lot
See, he is not nowhere as good as they say he is, I hate that kid
And if he is, how come his last one didn't do as much as this
Anyways, you gotta act hard to make it in this music biz
And only people who like him is just little white suburban kids
Cause he ain't in the streets, he ain't cooking soft, selling bricks
He can't handle beef, he don't know what a two time felon is
All he talk about is chips, he gotta make a song that's for the chicks
That track with Slick, does he think that I could bust a move to this?
H-A-H-A L-O-L, I swear that boy will never sell
And I just hope he goes to jail, get beat up, stabbed a goes to hell
I know he will, I know he will, cause he don't ever show me skill
I hope they drop him from his deal, that baller rap is overkill
He don't rap the way he used to rap, he rappin bout some stupid crap
He be rappin without saying ish and I'm not really used to that
He to rap bout sippin syrup, he don't rap that Houston rap
If I ever saw him in person, he'd be the rapper that I refuse to dap
Anyway, I hear a rumor; he ain't beefin, what a lame
He didn't even diss 50 back when 50 Cent called out his name
I asked some girls about him and they told me that they felt the same
So many stans on the internet on his dick and it's an f'ing shame
I'm logging on to Hip-Hop DX, like who the heck created this?
Chamillionaire? -1 is what I'm gon' be rating this
He's not the best, I hate this kid, he couldn't even make my list
If anyone says that this is dope, I swear I'll probably take my fist
And punch a hole in this computer, tell the fans to get it straight
Cause last time he dropped a hit was 199-never-8
That's the reason why I hate on everyone that says he's great
And plus he sounds so monotone, his style doesn't ever elevate
I logged on SOHH just to investigate
I see he tryna drop a mixtape August 27th, wait
Does he think I'ma purchase this? I'd never ever get his tape
Anyways, everytime he does the CD comes out hella late
And plus The Game is dropping then, he should have picked a better date
And Texas, they fell off the map, he should be reppin a better state
RZA, GZA, Little Brother, and The Cool Kids way better than him
And he's not even the best from Texas, he's not even better than Slim
I logged on his MySpace page, his song didn't have that many plays
Cause I know that noone cares bout anything he has to say
(Time for supper)
Huh, what?
(What are you doing in there?)
Hey, come on mom
(Are you jacking off again?)
Close the door, get out the way
(Stop it, come eat your broccoli!)
No! Get out my face please, can't you see I'm on the net
(I told you, stay off of those porno sites)
Geez, I'll be out there in a minute, you just need to let me breathe
(And it's time to take your medication)
Stop it mom, leave!
(Come on!)
Leave mom, leave!
(Stop it boy, I pay the bills in this house)
Ahhh!
I hate my life, I hate my life, I hate that this life ain't my life
I'm only 17, and all I do is sit all day and type
I can't believe that Jennifer had the nerve to say I ain't her type
I hate the smell of broccoli, my mom can't even make it right
I give my opinion on blog sites, opinion hate, and say who's nice
Cause I'm too broke to buy CDs, I download them and play them twice
I hate my dad, he disappeared and didn't ever say good night
I hate my parents, hate the world, I'll make sure they all pay the price
I wonder what the world would say if they could watch me take my life
I wonder what the world would say if they could watch me take my *shot*
Length: 216
Rating: 5.00 (12 ratings)
Tags: chamillionaire big money cars killa mike lil wayne weezy soulja boy jeezy khaled yung joc mm4 banner chamilli snoop fol
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MM4-Chamillionare - A Milli Freestlye (ChaMilli) Wit Lyricz!
Chamillionaire
Mixtape Messiah Pt 4
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mA fav rapper in ChaMilli .....A Milli Freestye.......ya ya no shit .....i might create sumthin new called Memorized Set
K so ooooohhhh ya da lyricz here
{Lyrics}
[Intro:]
And now for a message from (Chamillitary Mayne)
Yours truly, haha
Why it sound like it sayin' my name? y-yeah
ChaMilli ChaMilli ChaMilli ChaMilli
I'm you'llin on 'em like Soulja Boy
Bombin' on 'em like Ice-T
So you better do the right thing
Like a throwback Spike Lee
[Verse:]
Chamillionaire, the mixtape god'll answer your prayer
Now that the best verse on Milli is right here
If you ain't making a milli or more then what is you on the beat for?
Detour, he poor, but he say he a d boy
D boy? All the rappers act like they need war
But when it's war they equivalent to the peace core
I murder mixtapes for years, they probably told you "no way"
Everybody know the truth bout what I did in the past like OJ
You in the way of the paper chase when I get on the tollway
You better be able to jump an Aston Martin like you're Kobe
If you can't handle the trill then you'd better not interview me
Everybody's a gangsta, you fakers could never fool me
I live in a suave house, I stay Tony Draped up in jewelery
I know that I rap a lot so they leave the crib with the tooley
I don't really give a care about how any of these haters view me
Probably think he gon' shoot me, stretch me out like a dooley
Vivid imagination, colorful as a Coogi
Must of been watching Scarface and got your life out the movie
OKAY! I'm hearing snoring, the industry's getting boring
All of the millions they been enjoying, from publishing and touring
Write a check it's private jet, you write a check and it go boing
And I swear this track says milli so much that it can get annoying
Somebody please send a message to Bangladesh, I ain't the best
Today is backwards day, and that will also mean I ain't the fresh-
est rapper, make a bet and I will take the bet
Was looking for a place to get, I pulled out a pen and placed a check
Somebody send a message to Dr. Dre and Eminem
They taking so long to drop that we jam Soulja Boy instead of them
And YOUUUU hear what I'm saying if you're intelligent
It looks to me your girl has been everywhere that my umbrella's been
It's raining Benjamin's, but that ain't 3k is it?
It ain't a Benjamin or an Andre if you ain't get it
You gotta rewind it, don't try to tell me that I can't spit it
Sick cause if it isn't then we just isn't in the same clinic
And to tell the truth, I don't know if the DJs dead homie
But the way it's going, Autotune will be at the ceremony
When it's time to hear the EULOGY, ain't no foolin' me
I'll make Kanye West tell you that Lupe isn't COOL as me
Don't put my name with beef, you nerds are such a tease
It's like you freakin' Alicia the way you stroke your Keys
And socially, no one as dope as me and they ain't supposed to be
I'm over free, now the F'n fee is what you owe to me
You know you're no debris, but you're a germ mayne
I got the sanitizer that'll extinguish your fame
I'm the villain and you Gilligan, lost if you get in the middle when
I'm swimming, and I'm killing them, with all my killer pen-a-men-
ship, you ain't tall enough, raise your hand if you have to talk
Slim's belt to Ross' belly man, you half a boss
You'd think it was made of pig skin the way I pass it off
You know the cannon gon' be with me like I'm Asher Roth
And I'm so dysfunctional that the flow is that Britney
And the mixtapes is crackin, every verse is that Whitney
Before you gettin online, before you try to Datpiff me
*inhale* Big breath like you inherited Shaq's kidney
A Milli
Yeah Chamillionaire iz back The break iz over hez back!!!
ye!
Chamillitary MAyne
Length: 194
Rating: 5.00 (13 ratings)
Tags: dude101cool chamillionaire soulja boy milli chamilli chamillitary mayne ice lil wayne kayne west lupe casssidy bun alternative pop r&b blues rap religious classical rock country soul unsigned electronic folk world music hip-hop indie jazz
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MM4-Chamillionaire - Hero Freestlye Wit LyricZ
juz watch im bored lalalal ............ here
lyricz!!!!____
[Intro:]
I'm ready to get it started/
You betta tell em the hardest/
You hate on me then you retarded/
I'ma get mine regardless/
I'm seein the rap the games needin me to come back to the mixtapes and relieve them/
Fans geekin and rap sales peakin sayin they need of someone to believe in/
I'm seein that they ain't me ill wreck pollo beat for no apparent reason/
And I think its huntin season/
So I'm cockin back and squeezin/
[Verse:]
Look at the fans talkin bout who spit better lines/
I don't know what you're doin but prepare for mines
I don't just spit a line better than Kevin Federline/
You better tell I'm really better than who ever rhyme/
Hold up let me out this chair/
Hear yall talkin bout ya hustles aint no profit there/
hear ya talkin bout ya deals but that aint profit square/
Y'all get lil royalties I get profit share/
What up 50, what up Buck what up Lupe what up Game/
What up Jeezy, what up Luda what up T.I. what up Wayne/
And now just 'cuz I say ya name it doesn't mean I'm insane/
Cuz im shoutin out all the artists that make me step up my game/
If I say I'm better than 50 his fans gonna complain/
If I say I'm better than Wayne his fans will do the same/
I don't wanna ruffle feathers so maybe I should explain/
Maybe its M.O.E. Me Over Everythang/
I'm better than you know who so better that its a shame/
I'm better than lil mama I'm better lil zane/
I'm better than lil blang imbead it in your brain/
I'm better than every rapper that rap wit a lil name/
You should be pissed that im pissed/
I know some of my past records was a hit or miss/
Don't try to twist up my ish and twist it into a diss/
If you gon twist up what said then you should twist it this/
Lauren London can get kissed on the lips/
And bill O' Reilly and Don Imus can get hit wit a fist/
Hakeem I'm the dream stop missin the swish/
And MTV my name is what ya missed on the list/
Wait let me rewind I really don't want them/
To think I'm tryin to diss I realy just want them/
To know I'm not the type that will take lauren to london/
Matter fact lauren be lucky if I take her to lunch man/
Its the king of the hill from the land trill/
What up Elise can't you see I'm Movin in for the Kill/
Either I could drop one song a year like a Skillz/
Or we could get off in the streets its time to pay these bills/
Gas prices gettin high and I'm knowin I got a fleet/
Im Skinny than a mutha I'm knowin I gotta eat/
So any rapper out here that no that they got a beat/
Better never ever allow the instrumental to leak/
I'm in the studio everyday and im lettin em loose/
Black and decker in the trunk it aint nothin but tools/
Wanna run a money marathon it aint nothin to prove/
My closet lookin like a stadium its nothin but shoes/
J. Millz I aint forgot about the cover you Gave me/
I appreciate it G I'm still one of them crazy/
Rebels out the texas and I'm runnin em daily/
Now im back off in the streets like F u pay me/
For jackin the texas swagger famous hand me the dagger/
Nah nevermind cuz these fakers don't even matter/
Mixtape Messiah 4 august 27th/
And this just a throw away/
I got a drop full of em lets go/
Yea they get offended by words but You can tell its fear/
They say ball til you fall the fall is never near/
They all say that they ball but Who you tellin dear/
I manage a whole lotta money like kenneth crear/
manage a whole lotta money like shaka zulu/
You think that I aint good at ramen you out ya noodle/
Safe sex mayne ya label tryin to prostitute you/
I'm on the grind up earlier than the cockadoodle/
What up killer mike its grind time mayne/
Rap game in my aim I'm like bang bang bang
Only rappers gettin mad the ones who Can't maintain/
Now the rap is gettin back to the mixtapes mayne/
First they tried to hate when I left said I'm history/
Came back they tellin me they miss me/
Twenty g's for this watch are you sick G/
a .com on my arm this is 50/
Hataz talkin actin like they some motormouths/
And ima automatic start and turn ya motor off/
Crib big mtv can't even show the house/
Cuz it would take 30 minutes for them to show the couch/
F sales (what ya mean) bank account is great/
wreckin it since 98 and never took a break/
Until recently throwin my rob back in the lake/
Rap game tried to give me kibbles till I took the stake/
Stop barkin baby I'm not starvin/
Gettin bucks you crazy I'm millwalkin/
Ya concience is talkin about caution/
Slit ya wrist (slit) I'm Sharper than al sharpton/
Koopa -Easy
.....hi byebye
Length: 239
Rating: 5.00 (7 ratings)
Tags: lil wayne chamillionaire snoop dogg david fred banner soulja boy killa mike dipset weezy nas hero lyrics milli lmao lol alternative pop r&b rap religious rock soul unsigned world music jazz indie hip-hop folk electronic country classical blues
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