Boy Wonder Ft. 2 Chainz & Reese – 2 Of Everything
Letra de 2 Of Everything de Boy Wonder Ft. 2 Chainz & Reese
Karate kid bit*h, I got a lot of kick
Smoking on that president, no politic
Some nig*as getting rich, ain’t got no common sense
I woke up this morning I might buy your bizz
If she look, look, look she get two, two,
Two cops, two blunts longer than your foot
Hair long, money long, everything long
I’m a rapper so I fucked her with my chains on
James Bond swag, check my watch and swirl
See this clock on my rim so they could watch the girl
I am high, so high I need a skyrocket
It look like a phonebook in my pocket
Cops to ask you, cops to ask you
I fly so high I need a skyrocket
Yeah, it’s 2 AM and I’m swishing through like too late
Got two dames and they only in a two thang
Got drugs and sexy and they want it like in two ways
Enough to go around on her head like toupee
Young nigger, but I’m old G
Like broke chain in two ways
You acting, I’m flexing
Get lost bit*h, like loose chain
That son of a bit*h about two chains
Got diamonds all on my tooth, hey
It’s ass up, you assed out, for fast chains I cast out
I hit the runway till the camera man pulls me up
A couple bands every time a blogger posts me up
She wanna day when I go and eat that girl for lunch
Get to it, its cut to it hoes and doubles, that’s my blunt
Cops to ask you, cops to ask you
I fly so high I need a skyrocket
Man, we louse, like the dose
Kicking like I’m wearing soccer clothes
Flex, nigger, stop and pose
I don’t rap, I do rock’n’roll
If she loudest she got to go
Hoover Damn can’t stop the flow
Yeah, I’m popping hope, just put in your mouth like a popsicle
Caught her in an icicle, I ride on this beat like a bicycle
Chase ‘em in a mouse hole
Fuck you, where ni*ger? ¿South Pole?
Take two shots of this
Take two hits of this bomb roll
I leave you John Doe or drop you off in the Congo
Blasted on a Mojicon Shot, I took my Puerto Ricans
Trainer dad, James flow ‘cause right now nig*a I’m deacon
Sweeping you shall find a hope, you find wherever you seeking
Two cuffs, two blood, two and its season
Flex
Cops to ask you, cops to ask you
I fly so high I need a skyrocket.
Lil Wayne Ft. 2 Chainz – Rich As F*ck
Letra de Rich As F*ck de Lil Wayne Ft. 2 Chainz
Never talk to the cops, I don’t speak pig Latin
I turned the penny to a motherfu*king janet Jackson
Tell the bit*hes that be hating I ain’t got no worries
I just wanna hit and run like I ain’t got insurance
Hoe what’s your name, what’s your sign? Zodiac killer
All rats gotta die, even master splinter
Yeah murder 1-87
I be killing them bit*hes, I hope all dogs go to heaven
And I got zanax, Percocet, promethazine with codeine
Call me Mr. Sandman, I’m selling all these hoes dreams
Got a white girl with big titties, flat ass TV screen
I keep a bad bit*h call me the bb king
And you know I got that mouth out her
And put that bit*h out like a house fire
I’m killing these hoes like Michael Myers
I eat that cat just like a lion
And I can’t trust none of these nig*as
Can’t trust none of these hoes
And I see your girl when I want, I got that hoe tivo’d
Got a rare-ass bit*h with a rare-ass pu*sy
Nig*a try me, that’s a dead ass pu*sy
‘Cause y’all motherfu*kers so blind to the fact
To tell you the truth, I don’t care who’s looking
All I know is I love my bit*h
That pu*sy feel just like heaven on earth
Six feet deep, dick shovelling the dirt
R.I.P. rest in pu*sy
Light that sh*t then pass that sh*t
We gon’ get so smoked out
And then I went got locked up
Every night I dreamt I broke out
One time for them pu*sy nig*as
That’s that sh*t I don’t like
We eatin’ over here, nig*a
Fu*k around and have a food fight
And that’s 2 Chainz
Look at you
Now look at us
All my nig*as look rich as fu*k
All my nig*as look rich as fu*k
All my nig*as look rich as fu*k
Ak on my night stand, right next to that bible
But I swear with these 50 shots, I’ll shoot it out with 5-0
Pockets getting too fat, no weight watchers, no lipo
Money talks, bullsh*t walks on a motherfu*king tight rope
And I make that pu*sy tap out, I knock that pu*sy out cold
Nig*a you get beat the crap out, but that’s just how the dice roll
These hoes want that whole pipe
So I give all these hoes pipe
She get on that dick and stay on – all night like porch lights
Lets do it, fu*k talking
We out here ,we balling
And I’m spraying at these rusty nig*as like wd40
We fu*ked up, we truk’d up, no if ands or butt fu*ks
Bit*h nig*as go behind your back like nun-chucks and that’s fu*ked up
But my hoes down, my cups up, my nig*as down for whatever
But these bit*hes think they too fly, well tell them hoes I pluck feathers
I’m tunechi, young tunechi, I wear trukfit, fu*k Gucci
She’s blowing kisses at me with her pu*sy lips, smoochies
And that’s 2 Chainz
Look at you
Now look at us
All my nig*as look rich as fu*k
All my nig*as look rich as fu*k
All my nig*as look rich as fu*k
And your nig*a a hoe.
French Montana Ft. Rick Ross, Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz – Marble Floors
Letra de Marble Floors de French Montana Ft. Rick Ross, Lil Wayne & 2 Chainz
So I let this bit*h hang out with me right
You know word got around I was fu*king this nig*a bit*h
So the nig*a called me like “you fu*kin my bit*h”- I’m like I’m fu*kin her right now
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Got ya bit*h tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smelling like they dinner rolls
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Told that bit*h take your shoes off look don’t even argue
Got your bit*h tip-toeing on Italian marble
They on that bad back, too much pork around it
Shorty ass fat you gotta walk around it
Big body got 10 of those
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Cars, cribs that’s? Hoes
Nine pieces that’s dinner rolls
Wild freaks, that centerfold
Hunnid on my shine
You don’t like it fine
Got ya bit*h tip-toeing like Gregory Hines
Cashing out with that Nina
Ten days you ain’t seen her
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She ask for it, I beat it
You greedy nig*a you eat it
These? Nig*as all on my dick
Princess cuts all in my wrist
Hundred rounds all in my hip
200 grand all in my whip
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Got ya bit*h tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smelling like they dinner rolls
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Wet work, got the kitchen stanking
We call it undercover, or pig in the blanket
Uh, lifestyles of the rich and famous
Shoot you in ya head like Abraham Lincoln
Stuntin on them bit*hes like birdman
Roll the weed in white sheets, ku klux klan
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Put it on the scale, watch it do numbers
Playing with them keys like Stevie Wonder
All my hoes pretty, all my nig*as brazy
We sell that white, sell that brown, call it rice and gravy
Call me tunechi lee or don’t call me at all
Man fu*k all you nig*as, pause
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Got ya bit*h tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smelling like they dinner rolls
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2 Chainz, that’s yo best answer
Cup filled with pink, I’m supporting breast cancer
I might do that walk for the 5k
I get paid every time I leave my driveway
Got yo girl tip-toeing on my marble floors
Sitting by the pool, jumping off the diving board
Getting to the money Ima need money counter
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So many acres, my neighbors stay in another county
Ted dibiase in Versace loafers
All you talk is shit nig*a holitosis, ghosts
I pulled up in that pale thang
Got a chanel chain, I’m talking chanel chain, I’m talkin chanel chain, I’m talking chanel chain
Godamn!
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Got ya bit*h tip-toein on my marble floors
Red bottoms only for the centerfolds
Big body I got 10 of those
Whip it work it smelling like they dinner rolls.
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ASAP Rocky Ft. Drake, 2 Chainz & Kendrick Lamar – Fuckin’ Problem
Letra de Fuckin' Problem de ASAP Rocky Ft. Drake, 2 Chainz & Kendrick Lamar
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
If finding somebody real is your fu*kin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
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Hold up bit*hes simmer down
Takin’ hella long bit*h give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
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Never met a motherfu*ker fresh like me
All these motherfu*kers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
Cause I’m the nig*a, the nig*a nig*a
Like how you figure?
Getting figures and fu*kin bit*hes
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She rollin’ swishers for her bit*hes
I bought my nig*as they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nig*a act nigger-ish
But at least a nig*a nig*a rich
I be fu*kin’ broads like I be fu*kin’ bored
Turn a dyke bit*h out have her fu*kin’ boys
Beast
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I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
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I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
If finding somebody real is your fu*kin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
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I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the nig*as you’ve been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers I’ve been feeding on
Got a feeling that’s the same dudes that we speakin’ on, oh word?
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You ain’t heard my album? Who you sleepin’ on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fu*king read-along
Ain’t a fu*king sing-along unless you brought the weed along
Then ju- (okay, okay, okay…)
Then just drop down and get yo’ eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on
All that sh*t you talkin’ bout is not up for discussion
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I will pay to make it bigger, I don’t pay for no reduction
If it’s comin’ from a nig*a I don’t know, then I don’t trust it
If you comin’ for my head, then motherfu*ker get to bustin’
Yes Lord, I don’t really say this often
But this long dick nig*a ain’t for the long talkin
I beast
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I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
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And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
If finding somebody real is your fu*kin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
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Yeah ho this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she’s from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali
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Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I fu*k ‘em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nig*a don’t exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
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Girl, I’m Kendrick Lamar
Aka Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to a par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Kill ‘em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don’t get involved listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back I’ll do ya
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Beast
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
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And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
If finding somebody real is your fu*kin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it.
Letra / Lyrics
Chrisette Michele Ft. 2 Chainz – Charades
Letra de Charades de Chrisette Michele Ft. 2 Chainz
I tried to give her everything she couldn’t handle
I like her good
Maybe it’s me!
I’m so cold, I think I can melt candles
And while you’re sitting on the beach
Trying to get a tan, I just pulled a tendon
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Boy, you’re so sexy, you think you got a mate
You smile when you like it away from me
You’re talking not two sides of your face
But I’m supposed to go, well I’m not ok
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I’m so guarded, I’ve been hurt, see
I’m so cold now, someone burned me
Yeah, I like you, I get you like me
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But I can see
Your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see
Your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see
Oh, you got me guarded like an army grenade
Don’t hurt me, I don’t have what it takes
If you wonder why I’m going your shade
Your charades!
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I like.. like rubbers
I like different kind of shapes, different swaggers
Oh, oh, but I can see beyond the face of a kiss
Oh, if something’s deeper I’m so
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I’m so guarded, I’ve been hurt, see
I’m so cold now, someone burned me
Yeah, I like you, I get you like me
But I can see
Your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see
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Your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see
Oh, you got me guarded like an army grenade
Don’t hurt me, I don’t have what it takes
If you wonder why I’m going your shade
Your charades!
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Crossing the line is something that I wouldn’t do
Me and your brother, we’ve been cool since back in middle school
And now I’m thinking beautiful, two crosses on the spiritual
I am counting dead presidents off in the living room
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Feeling you my Zeus, yeah they call me Deuce
They sure are for seducing, introduce you to my coop
Coop, this is baby! Baby, this is Coop
Those deals acting shady, I put them in the caboose
The end to the end, I’m talking me and you
Who? Ain’t no I, I hit it for like an hour
Hit it like.. she won’t need a towel
And she like I!
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But I can see
Your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see
Your charades
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I can see, I can see, I can see
Oh, you got me guarded like an army grenade
Don’t hurt me, I don’t have what it takes
If you wonder why I’m going your shade
Your charades!
I can see your charades
Yeah, uh.
Letra / Lyrics
Chrisette Michele Ft. 2 Chainz – Charades (Traducida)
Letra en español de Charades de Chrisette Michele Ft. 2 Chainz
Original
I tried to give her everything she couldn’t handle
I like her good
Maybe it’s me!
I’m so cold, I think I can melt candles
And while you’re sitting on the beach
Trying to get a tan, I just pulled a tendon
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Boy, you’re so sexy, you think you got a mate
You smile when you like it away from me
You’re talking not two sides of your face
But I’m supposed to go, well I’m not ok
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I’m so guarded, I’ve been hurt, see
I’m so cold now, someone burned me
Yeah, I like you, I get you like me
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But I can see
Your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see
Your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see
Oh, you got me guarded like an army grenade
Don’t hurt me, I don’t have what it takes
If you wonder why I’m going your shade
Your charades!
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I like.. like rubbers
I like different kind of shapes, different swaggers
Oh, oh, but I can see beyond the face of a kiss
Oh, if something’s deeper I’m so
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I’m so guarded, I’ve been hurt, see
I’m so cold now, someone burned me
Yeah, I like you, I get you like me
But I can see
Your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see
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Your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see
Oh, you got me guarded like an army grenade
Don’t hurt me, I don’t have what it takes
If you wonder why I’m going your shade
Your charades!
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Crossing the line is something that I wouldn’t do
Me and your brother, we’ve been cool since back in middle school
And now I’m thinking beautiful, two crosses on the spiritual
I am counting dead presidents off in the living room
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Feeling you my Zeus, yeah they call me Deuce
They sure are for seducing, introduce you to my coop
Coop, this is baby! Baby, this is Coop
Those deals acting shady, I put them in the caboose
The end to the end, I’m talking me and you
Who? Ain’t no I, I hit it for like an hour
Hit it like.. she won’t need a towel
And she like I!
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But I can see
Your charades
I can see, I can see, I can see
Your charades
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I can see, I can see, I can see
Oh, you got me guarded like an army grenade
Don’t hurt me, I don’t have what it takes
If you wonder why I’m going your shade
Your charades!
I can see your charades
Yeah, uh.
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Future Ft. 2 Chainz & Waka Flocka Flame – Mind Blown
Letra de Mind Blown de Future Ft. 2 Chainz & Waka Flocka Flame
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
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The feed having phone so I’m talking cold
The sh*t jumping at the jimmy I ain’t talking proze
Polo on my drools, Bentley in my drive way
I was in the trap when you was in my space
Money on my mind state, increase the cram way
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Pickering sobbing you can see it on the bling day
Car game outrate, we park outside
Ss on it and that’s..for south side
Outside pulling, duice and the juices
Two two cups on me, shout out to Houston
We got a problem Houston, they take on style they boustin
They hell lame and all know it
They lame in they all know it
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Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
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Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
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Future bullet jean, reincarnated
You bit*hes fascinated, with my conversate
Get it low to me, hey ya’ll hallucinated
I’m hypnotized and ladies I got em in the matrix
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Switch with the young’s go put the lama, go put your camera
Never been in it ’cause I always stand up
You not came up, brought the swag I got some Benz up
Cash and too close up to dirty, my necklace on the birdy
And I bubble for the hall of fame chain word
And I’m drinking on me, while out, you look purp
You can help sip, if you get dirt
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Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
My man gone hard, I go harder
Bustin’ from me baby girl, do the miss parker
She super thick, molly call it chick
Is she down the kiss another girl she with that freaky sh*t
Flex, I must admit show my ass like my breaks down when I’m on public
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I’ll be ballin bit*h
I’m walking lean, sixty on my wrist
Hundred on my neck screaming bit*h I got that check
Stop playing with em, girl stack it off
Waka Flocka hand a VIP that bit*h is acting up
Acking up, acking up,a cking up, stacking up
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Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
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Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown.
Letra / Lyrics
Future Ft. 2 Chainz & Waka Flocka Flame – Mind Blown (Traducida)
Letra en español de Mind Blown de Future Ft. 2 Chainz & Waka Flocka Flame
Original
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
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The feed having phone so I’m talking cold
The sh*t jumping at the jimmy I ain’t talking proze
Polo on my drools, Bentley in my drive way
I was in the trap when you was in my space
Money on my mind state, increase the cram way
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Pickering sobbing you can see it on the bling day
Car game outrate, we park outside
Ss on it and that’s..for south side
Outside pulling, duice and the juices
Two two cups on me, shout out to Houston
We got a problem Houston, they take on style they boustin
They hell lame and all know it
They lame in they all know it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Future bullet jean, reincarnated
You bit*hes fascinated, with my conversate
Get it low to me, hey ya’ll hallucinated
I’m hypnotized and ladies I got em in the matrix
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Switch with the young’s go put the lama, go put your camera
Never been in it ’cause I always stand up
You not came up, brought the swag I got some Benz up
Cash and too close up to dirty, my necklace on the birdy
And I bubble for the hall of fame chain word
And I’m drinking on me, while out, you look purp
You can help sip, if you get dirt
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
My man gone hard, I go harder
Bustin’ from me baby girl, do the miss parker
She super thick, molly call it chick
Is she down the kiss another girl she with that freaky sh*t
Flex, I must admit show my ass like my breaks down when I’m on public
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I’ll be ballin bit*h
I’m walking lean, sixty on my wrist
Hundred on my neck screaming bit*h I got that check
Stop playing with em, girl stack it off
Waka Flocka hand a VIP that bit*h is acting up
Acking up, acking up,a cking up, stacking up
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
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Dirty got my mind gone, that money got my my mind blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown
That money got my mind blown, money got my mind blown
Money got my mind blown blown blown blown.
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ASAP Rocky Ft. Drake, 2 Chainz & Kendrick Lamar – Fuckin’ Problem (Traducida)
Letra en español de Fuckin' Problem de ASAP Rocky Ft. Drake, 2 Chainz & Kendrick Lamar
Original
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
If finding somebody real is your fu*kin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
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Hold up bit*hes simmer down
Takin’ hella long bit*h give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
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Never met a motherfu*ker fresh like me
All these motherfu*kers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
Cause I’m the nig*a, the nig*a nig*a
Like how you figure?
Getting figures and fu*kin bit*hes
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She rollin’ swishers for her bit*hes
I bought my nig*as they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nig*a act nigger-ish
But at least a nig*a nig*a rich
I be fu*kin’ broads like I be fu*kin’ bored
Turn a dyke bit*h out have her fu*kin’ boys
Beast
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I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
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I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
If finding somebody real is your fu*kin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
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I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the nig*as you’ve been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers I’ve been feeding on
Got a feeling that’s the same dudes that we speakin’ on, oh word?
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You ain’t heard my album? Who you sleepin’ on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fu*king read-along
Ain’t a fu*king sing-along unless you brought the weed along
Then ju- (okay, okay, okay…)
Then just drop down and get yo’ eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put The Beatles on
All that sh*t you talkin’ bout is not up for discussion
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I will pay to make it bigger, I don’t pay for no reduction
If it’s comin’ from a nig*a I don’t know, then I don’t trust it
If you comin’ for my head, then motherfu*ker get to bustin’
Yes Lord, I don’t really say this often
But this long dick nig*a ain’t for the long talkin
I beast
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I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
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And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
If finding somebody real is your fu*kin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
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Yeah ho this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she’s from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vacate in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali
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Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I fu*k ‘em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nig*a don’t exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
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Girl, I’m Kendrick Lamar
Aka Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to a par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Kill ‘em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don’t get involved listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back I’ll do ya
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Beast
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
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And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
I love bad bit*hes that’s my fu*kin problem
And yeah I like to fu*k I got a fu*kin problem
If finding somebody real is your fu*kin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it.
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Rick Ross Ft. 2 Chainz – Birthday
Letra de Birthday de Rick Ross Ft. 2 Chainz
God forgives, I don’t
Gold, mmg tour
Leave the money on the scale
How real is that?
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It’s been minutes since I’ve been to church
So I’m 27, can I spit a verse?
Praying on the week, I should send some flowers
I’m laying in the sheets, I’m well endowed
Tryna get the money Steve Forbes got
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I’m slowly climbing up, delete your spot
Net worth nig*a, hoes love to Google me
Heavy jewelry, swimming trunks on the corner piece
Condo on park ave, the mansion in boca
20 bedroom, my shipment get in oprah’s
Dreams and nightmares, yea I’m still having those
Side effects but nig*as living like animals
Tequila cupcake for a kingpin
Black bar mitzvah, nig*as ain’t seen sh*t
Obama fund raiser, all dope boys
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Blow your candle out, so on and so forth
Boys in the hood, nig*a game ain’t changed
Hard to make love wearing 8 chains
Death to my enemies, tattoo all in my memories
Use the project grounds for my assemblies
I respect the tenant, don’t step on my tennis
Follow chain of command come play my lieutenant
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They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with the sh*t up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
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All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
When I die bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die bury me inside the Louis store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
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She got a big booty so I call him big booty
West movie, couldn’t get into it
I’m in the kitchen, yea I’m’s everywhere
Jamaya juice, I got bands everywhere
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You the realest nig*a breathin if I hold my breath
Referee with a whistle, hold his tat
Extendo clip (extendo clip)
Extendo roll (extendo roll)
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When your girl lead mission at your house alone
Hell we killin, goin on a chopathon
See I don’t have my balls in Pakistan
Dope bomb, Joe bomb and I peel bomb
See nig*a I’ve been balling you in real kong
When I die bury me inside the jewelry store
When I die bury me inside the jewelry store
True to my religion, to everything I’m too different
So when I die bury me next to 2 bit*hes
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They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with the shit up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
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When I die bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die bury me inside the Louis store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
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Ahhh easy easy how you do it hah
It’s my birthday, I deserve to be greedy hah
She holding out, she ain’t give it to the needy hah
You go down stairs and fall asleep with your TV on
Drop in the other 10 years, you deserve a ménage
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Specially if you put that bmw in er garage
Specially if you made a couple beemers on her mama crib
Went to her niece’s graduation, man I hate those kids
Last birthday she got you a new sweater
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Put it on, give her a kiss and tell er do better
She said how bout I get you jewelry from the west in?
How bout she hit he west in and get a best friend?
I’m joking, I’m just serious, I asked er
Don’t be actin like no actress
If we preach it then we practice
Don’t be reachin, don’t be touchin shit
We in kanye west benz cuz our wheel turn you back, you a pedestrian
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They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with the shit up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
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All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
When I die bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die bury me inside the Louis store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
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It’s your birthday, it’s your birthday
Bad bit*h contest, you win first place
You win first place, you win first place
Bad bit*h contest, you win first place
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I show up with a check to your work place
Then hand he valet the keys to the merces
Tell the dj play your song, this should come up uh
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When I’m seein from the back I can’t front er on
They ask me what I do and who I do it for
When I die bury me inside the booty blub
Get it good, get it good, get it get it good
I might switch it up and get your girl
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They ask me what I do and who I do it for
And how I come up with the shit up in the studio
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
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When I die bury me inside the Gucci store
When I die bury me inside the Louis store
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
All I want for my birthday is a big booty ho
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Deucy yay
We like snoop and dre
And this your birthday baby
You deserve a coup that drag
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You win first place, you win first place
Bad bit*h contest, you win first place.
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