Uncle Murda – We Outside Lyrics

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[Intro]
Nico
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
The whole gang outside with it
Haha, woah

[Chorus]
The whole gang outside with it (The whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (We outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (You know the vibe, you know the vibe)
The whole gang outside with it (The whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (We outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (You know the vibe, you know the vibe)

[Verse 1]
Free the guys on the inside
We them niggas that the feds dickride
Valet, we’re in, let shit slide
See a opp, let a whole clip fly
Run down on ’em, no drive-by (Spin the block)
Run down on ’em, no drive-by (There he go, drrah)
Cold-hearted niggas trap where they eat
I want all the smoke, look at my demeanor
I was young when I came outside
I remember niggas trappin’ off the beeper
That’s when Slick Rick was comin’ out the speaker
(Eric B. and Rakim, too)
Before the Mexicans you went uptown
Girl, the Spanish boys ain’t no cheaper
Straight to the kitchen with it, get the bakin’ soda
Gotta whip it with it, nigga
Is you Blood or you Crippin’ with it, nigga?
(Is you Blood or you Crippin’ with it, nigga?)
Thirty two shot TEC, one in the head
Scottie Pippen with it, nigga
“That was my bitch first”, Bow Wow voice
I had my dick up in her, nigga

[Chorus]
The whole gang outside with it (The whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (We outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (You know the vibe, you know the vibe)
The whole gang outside with it (The whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (We outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (You know the vibe, you know the vibe)

[Verse 2]
I know that they destined to try me
So I keep my weapon beside me
Keep it discreet, heard shots on the street
They tryna ‘fess up and line me
They know that we ball like a tournament
Red lights to his top like a ornament
I get to the bag, D’s on my ass
I backed up the chop and I tossed the grip
Water diamonds sittin’ all on my neck
Look closely, you could drown in it
Trap house, I’ma run up them rack
Stash spot got some pounds in it
Back to the race
Did the Masi, coulda backed out the Wraith
Catch ’em lackin’ and put rounds in his face
Peel off and put the strap in a safe
They know how we move and follow the code of the streets
I did it ’cause I gotta eat
Shit is confusin, how could you love on a treesh
When I had her all on her knees?
Spin blocks, start shootin’ keep a thirty in the V
Clutch the ‘matic, clear the scene
Pull up and boom, put bullet holes through his tee
Lead rippin’ through his spleen

[Chorus]
The whole gang outside with it (The whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (We outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (You know the vibe, you know the vibe)
The whole gang outside with it (The whole gang outside with it)
The whole gang outside with it (We outside, we outside)
The whole gang outside with it (Woah, woah, yeah, yeah)
The whole gang outside with it (You know the vibe, you know the vibe)

DJ Khaled – Wish Wish Lyrics

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[Intro: Cardi B, DJ Khaled & Lil’ Juice]
(Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up)
Cardi, Cardi bops
Cardi, Cardi sendin’ shots
We The Best music
Cardi, from the block
Cardi, with the Glock
Cardi, yeah
Cardi, yeah
Another one
Cardi, yeah, yeah, yeah
DJ Khaled

[Chorus: Cardi B]
They say my time is almost up, tell them bitches, “Wish, wish”
All these hoes lookin’ cold, all these bitches fish sticks
Put a ribbon on my box ’cause this pussy gifted
I ain’t got no free time, all my shit expensive
See my ring, my watch, my chain and everything is lit, lit (Ice)
All this gold on a bitch, I feel like I’m Slick Rick
If they love me or they hate me, it don’t make no difference (Cardi)
It be hard not to kill a ho ’cause I be tempted

[Verse 1: Cardi B]
Now I be countin’ money, buyin’ jewelry, hoes be ridin’ dick (Dick)
I just make my M’s and mind my business, hoes be ridin’ dick (Dick)
“I can see Cardi eat so much,” and that’s what got ’em sick
But I wonder how they still ain’t pregnant, all that riding dick
Y’all betta go ahead with that weak shit, I’m certified, real street bitch
Won’t be a song if I leak shit, we strapped up like defense
Whatever you do, sis, keep it cute, sis
Leave that beefin’ shit at Ruth Chris or end up toothless
I’ve been official my whole life, I bought burners, I ain’t buy likes (Brr)
How did little ol’ me get money? Got everybody all tight
These bitches wack, these bitches garb (Garb), they diss me, I disregard
Bet you if I had a dick, these bitches couldn’t get it hard

[Chorus: Cardi B]
They say my time is almost up, tell them bitches, “Wish, wish” (Wish)
All these hoes lookin’ cold, all these bitches fish sticks
Put a ribbon on my box ’cause this pussy gifted
I ain’t got no free time, all my shit expensive
See my ring, my watch, my chain and everything is lit, lit (Ice)
All this gold on a bitch, I feel like I’m Slick Rick
If they love me or they hate me, it don’t make no difference (Cardi)
It be hard not to kill a ho ’cause I be tempted (Blaow)

[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
Bought a Richard Mille, coulda bought me a house (No joke)
Feel like I’m the greatest rapper came out the South (Who want smoke?)
She keep tryin’ to fuck, I told her top me for now (On God)
She got ass shots, told her work on her mouth (Straight up)
Everybody talkin’ this king talk, nigga we shootin’ shit up, we don’t battle (Bitch)
Cornball nigga, you ain’t gettin’ no money and we don’t give a fuck about your talents (Snitch)
Came from the bottom, I’m a multimillionaire, I was just sleeping on pallets (21)
Fuck these rappers, I’m 4L gang, we the best like DJ Khaled (Straight up)
Your bitch got that crazy head like a Kanye tweet (21)
Had a wedding for my Glocks, call ’em Jay and Bey (21)
I split the rent with my chopper ’cause it stay with me (On God)
Leave you drunk like a shot of liquor, ain’t no chasin’ me (On God)
He threw in a white flag, but I still want beef (Stupid)
Catch you at your album release you play with Cardi B (Shoot it)
Make this pistol blow both ways, I call it Hennessy (Pow!)
I know your mama taught you look both ways ‘fore crossing me (Lil’ bitch)

[Chorus: Cardi B]
They say my time is almost up, tell them bitches, “Wish, wish”
All these hoes lookin’ cold, all these bitches fish sticks
Put a ribbon on my box ’cause this pussy gifted
I ain’t got no free time, all my shit expensive
See my ring, my watch, my chain and everything is lit, lit (Ice)
All this gold on a bitch, I feel like I’m Slick Rick
If they love me or they hate me, it don’t make no difference (Cardi)
It be hard not to kill a ho ’cause I be tempted (Blaow)

[Outro]
We The Best music
(What’s that on your wrist?)
(I call it a chandelier)
Another one

Nicki Minaj – Majesty Lyrics

[Chorus: Labrinth]
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
’Cause I’m a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, uh, yo, I got the money and the power now
The G5’ll get me out there in an hour now
The MAC movin’ like crack, I’m sellin’ powder now
G-game over, locker room, hit them showers now
I got the trophies and the catalogue
Just did a deal, Mercedes-Benz, check the catalogue
I’m buyin’ buildings, we don’t buy the blogs
The Nicki challenge when I fly to Prague, uh

[Refrain: Labrinth]
‘Cause I’m a sucker for you
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
Uh, yo, who want it with Nicki now?
I smoke ’em like hippies now
They see me, say, “Yippie,” now
Homes runnin’ like Griffey now
They switchin’ like sissies now
You niggas is iffy now
Bitches’ tune switchin’ up
We take ’em to Jiffy now
I’m thicker than peanut butter
He nuttin’ like Skippy now
He want me to be his wife
His misses like sippy now, uh

[Chorus: Labrinth]
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
‘Cause I’m a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Interlude: Eminem]
She invites me to the condo
Uh-oh—wifey’s in Chicago (oh, oh)
My side piece—but she’s also someone’s wife
So time we spend is borrowed
But it’s our moment
Right here, fuck tomorrow
‘Cause moments like these are to die for
And she’s clear all
Nice and easy as hair when I’m bleaching it blonde
So we got that lightning in a bottle

[Verse 3: Eminem]
She’s tipsy, I’m sober
So she gets a chip on her shoulder
Sits on the sofa, I go to load a
Slick Rick song or throw some Souls of Mischief on
She goes, “All that old school hip-hop is so fucked
Think that shit’s got pneumonia.”
I told her, “Bitch, now, just hold up.”
That’s why rap needs a doctor
Our genre’s lymph nodes are swollen up
It’s time to check it for strep or some tonsillitis
‘Cause like what they swab you with when your throat hurts
That’s why Tribe is so vital—we need Q-Tip for the culture
Speed it up a little bit
You ain’t dealin’ with a fuckin’ featherweight
I used to medicate until I’d get a fuckin’ bellyache
And now I’m finna step on the pedal, don’t wanna ever brake
I wanna accelerate to a level that I can elevate
Demented with the pen, I’ll make the mothafucker detonate
I wanna make it acapella, wait, I gotta set a date
With the devil and celebrate, together we can renovate
And re-develop hell awaits, and I’ma get a special place, now
Take a ride with me, hop into my time machine
I’ma take the driver’s seat as I thrust into hyperspeed
Like I’m a meteorite, and mothafuck the fucking media right in the behind
I’m a human encyclopedia
I must be like pie crust because I was bred to rise like I was yeast
And you’re never gonna reach these heights, they’re just too high to reach it
I ain’t even reached my fuckin’ highest
You better pick another game, try hide-and-seek
And you might wanna decide to cheat
‘Cause you gotta open your eyes to peek
Am I indeed the last of a dying breed?
Even if you fire-breathe, ain’t shit you can say to inspire heat
If you wrapped your entire meat pad up in a dryer sheet
And I’m back to rule the kingdom of fuck it
Better not use me as your topic, anybody who brings me up, duck it
Let me keep it one hundred, two things shouldn’t be your themes of discussion
The queen and her husband, last thing you’re gonna wanna be is our subjects, yeah

[Chorus: Labrinth]
Whatever you say, Mrs. Majesty (oh, oh)
Whatever you want, you can have from me (oh, oh)
I want your love, just lead me on
Won’t give it up, hey, hey, hey, hey
‘Cause I’m a sucker for ya
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang
Boom shang-a-lang-a-lang

[Verse 4: Nicki Minaj]
Yo, yo, let me hit you back
Told ’em I’d get you back
I know you sittin’ there just thinkin’ ’bout who did you that
I am who did you that
You trippin’, did you pack?
Can’t post on Nicki block unless you sellin’ Nicki crack
Here, take a Nicki pack, check out this Nicki act
Nicki this, Nicki that, all these bitches piggyback
Nicki back, ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah, ah back
Ah, ah

[Outro: Nicki Minaj]
How dare all them mirror my style
The mandem want this just for dial
Inna the dance, we a go skin out time now
I wanna come out your suicide door
Yeah, on the real, I’m these bitches’ idol
Gotta be dumb to make me your rival
‘Cause I’m too powerful, yeah, you not powerful
So say your prayers ’cause you ’bout to die slow
Die slow, die slow
Jealousy is a disease, die slow
Die slow, die slow
Tell her that jealousy is a disease, die slow

Dave East – Bentley Truck (feat. Chris Brown & Kap G)

[Intro]
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
You see that B on the hood nigga?
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
Yo, the Bentley truck got four doors
You see that B on the hood nigga?
Only got two
Four door

[Verse 1: Dave East]
Waiting for my driver to come pick me up
This foreign shit gon’ fuck the city up
Got em in they feelings cause we really up
80 thousand cash in the Bentley truck
Pulled me over, think I got a brick
In my hood they tell me I’m the shit
You’ll probably find me in some private shit
With more gold than a pirate ship
Slick Rick 100 chains on
Niggas throwing shots but they probably miss
I’m probably with a Somali chick
She tryna find out what this molly is
Know the blue and whites hopping out
That’s why I put my work by the fence
That’s why I hit the percs by the bench
Bentley truck swerving, it ain’t got no tint

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Verse 2: Dave East]
My momma begging me to stop it
Smokers begging me to cop it
Out the pot, on the table chop it
They’ll do anything to make a profit
Your shit is trash, I’m not hearing it
Louis Vuitton and black pyramid
Gucci or Prada or Dolce Gabbana, it ain’t bout a check I’m not hearing it
Expensive designer, I’m wearing it
I used to wait in the trenches
50 baggies on a mission
They told me I needed a therapist
You could get hit for a pair of kicks
Dice game, we gon’ run it back
Treat the block like Merrill Lynch
.45 on me, don’t care where I went
Couple Russian hammers, some American

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Bitch i’m the man with the juice
I got diamonds on top of diamonds and my niggas they stay on the news
I stay sipping, water whipping, fresh out the kitchen
I bought her the bag and the shoes
And I might let my bitch drive the foreign
Mix the molly with pineapple juice
I want the pussy right now, where you going?
Look at me baby, you know you won’t find nothing better
Don’t look at me crazy, you know they ain’t on my level
And girl I’m in the Maison Margielas
When I make it rain, you gon’ need an umbrella

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Verse 4: Kap G]
.45 on me like MJ, oh
I’m at Benihana’s eating shrimp steak, oh
In the Bentley truck with the semi tucked
Fuck those pussies, they don’t wanna see me up
Goyard, had to put the Fendi up
Niggas with the plug tell them ring me up
After the club I’m probably go (?)
Taking that shit and you know we gon’ spray you
She give me face, I ain’t talking about make up
Fuck her from the back, pull out her lace front
All I ever wanted was some designer
Partner you with the Kap, no 49ers
I’ma beat the pussy, I’m Adrien Broner
She spit on that mic and I might just go sign her

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block

[Bridge: Chris Brown]
All my niggas rocking good
All my niggas active
It’s 50 for a line nigga, 250 for the active
Bitches they the baddest, and they just wanna be fucked right
After party girl we get naughty, sorry

[Hook: Chris Brown]
I used to want a ‘Rari, look at me now
In a Bentley truck smoking that loud
We never saying sorry, my niggas be wild
Take your chains and your watch
My momma begging me to stop
But I got a million reasons why
Semi-automatic with the stock
.45 in the Bentley truck
Doot-doot-doot on your block