Ace Hood Ft. Rick Ross & Future – Bugati
Letra de Bugati de Ace Hood Ft. Rick Ross & Future
We the motherfuc*in best nig*a
Ace hood
Its over, future
I go looking for you Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuc* bit*hes from different races
You get money they started hating
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
Nig*as be hatin im rich as a bit*h
100 k I spent that on my wrist
Two hundred thousand I spent that on your bit*h
You and your model put that on the list
Oh there he go with that foreign again
Killing the sebring and calling it end
Murder she wrote, swallow a choke
Hit her and go home and call her again
Woke up early morning, crib as big as a college
Smoke me a pound of the loudest
Whipping some sh*t with no mileage
Diamonds cost me a fortune
Them horses follow them Porsches
You pussies cant handle a afford it
4,200 my mortgage
Balling on nig*as like kobe
Fuc* all you haters you bore me
Only the real get a piece of the plate
Repping my city I’m running my state
Give me a pistol then run with the k’s
Nig*as want beef then I feed ya your plate bang!
I go looking for you Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuc* bit*hes from different races
You get money they started hating
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
Yeah, I’m at it again
There go the flow bringing tragedy in
Copped me a chain your salary spent
Nig*as is sweeping them cavities in
Countin money, hourly trend
Rolling them skinnies like Olsen twins
Nig*as is squares, cabin and pens
Neck full of gold Olympian sh*t
Nig*as is blowing their checks on the gear
Fall on some pussy then hop on the leer
Shot with them choppers back of the rear
Popeye said them killers is here
Woke up early morning, mind is telling me money
Paper, mula, pockets is fat as a tumor
Billionaire nig*a no rumor
Living my life off of tuna
Wanted with me I deliver the beef
Real nig*as only enjoyin the feast
Pull up a seat, bon appetite
No Lou Vuittons put that red on your feet bang
I go looking for you Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuc* bit*hes from different races
You get money they started hating
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
Photographs of dope boys
Is all the take is finger prints on the rollz Royce
Is why they hating push a button on these broke boys
Its detonation, walk a road to riches bare feet
I watch mama struggle now she living care free
That’s why I hustle for half a ki that’s 12 g’s
I’m trying to bubble every summer out in lp
You gotta love me I got shooters out the d-league
Signing bonuses get that red from dirty feet
Left in a puddle finger prints is on hundred mill
And what it is? Ricky rozay and ace hood
We hella trill
Yeah
I go looking for you Haitians
I stay smoking on good Jamaican
I fuc* bit*hes from different races
You get money they started hating
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati
I walk up in the new bugati.
Ace Hood Ft. Meek Mill – Goin Down
Letra de Goin Down de Ace Hood Ft. Meek Mill
Real nig*as came to party
Ace Hood
Real nig*as came to party
I say Lord, have mercy, all I wanted was a Beamer
Had no pot to piss in now I’m living thanking Jesus
Now my Rollie flooded I’m not talking ‘bout Katrina
Know I run my city, couple thousand from my sneakers
It’s going down (it’s going down)
It’s going down (it’s going down)
Burn the Kush, on some rockets, going down (it’s going down)
It’s going down (it’s going down)
It’s going down (it’s going down)
Bad bit*hes bring the whips it’s going down
Okay, happy birthday, nig*a, every day I’m getting’ cake
What’s the day? It’s Tuesday, bit*h I might blow 100K
Fu*k that nig*a, they sleeping, it’s a must I raise the stakes
Can’t play with a nig*a, no way my drop is white as mayonnaise
Holy sh*t, better watch your bit*h – Frito Lay, gotta stack them chips
Keep that tool on depot sh*t, and I keep two clips if a nig*a do trip
Boy you talk, I get money riding around in that new 600
We them young nig*as on the block who run it
Evil Knievel, bro, we stunting okay
Millionaire nig*a, I got diamonds on my dick
Boy, my swagger dope, I’m talking 20 kilo bricks
Just bought me an Aston and it came with a Spanish bit*h
Diamonds got me froze like a PS3 glitch
I say Lord, have mercy, all I wanted was a Beamer
Had no pot to piss in now I’m living thanking Jesus
Now my Rollie flooded I’m not talking ‘bout Katrina
Know I run my city, couple thousand from my sneakers
It’s going down (it’s going down)
It’s going down (it’s going down)
Burn the Kush, on some rockets, going down (it’s going down)
It’s going down (it’s going down)
It’s going down (it’s going down)
Bad bit*hes bring the whips it’s going down
Okay, I go in my beast mode rapping nig*as I eat those
I tell a bit*h take a deep breath then bend on knee like a free throw
I don’t want me no good girl, ‘til I fell in love with these freak hoes
In my bedroom, I’ll make a movie, it’s starring me with that Li, rogues
I ball hard like D-Rose, my stash on ‘posit
Racks all in my pockets, and these rats all at the Pots Inn
I got rats all in my conscious, money all in my mind
I got shooters on my team, and they’ve got bodies on their nines
Look at that bad bit*h right there see the body on that dime?
I ain’t swimming in no hole, you know I’m probably on that grind
All these nig*as hatin’ on me but I ain’t on that time
Stab me in the back, nig*a and I ain’t talking ‘bout Psy
Whoa!
I say Lord, have mercy, all I wanted was a Beamer
Had no pot to piss in now I’m living thanking Jesus
Now my Rollie flooded I’m not talking ‘bout Katrina
Know I run my city, couple thousand from my sneakers
It’s going down (it’s going down)
It’s going down (it’s going down)
Burn the Kush, on some rockets, going down (it’s going down)
It’s going down (it’s going down)
It’s going down (it’s going down)
Bad bit*hes bring the whips it’s going down
Okay, let’s all say a prayer since my swagger’s such a killer
Might just buy your chick and give her that dick filet for dinner
Nig*a don’t want no problems, pistol pop you’ll get this figure
Lookin’ at all my diamonds, it ain’t hard to tell a winner
Going down going down
That potato on the barrel, no sound
¿You see them foreigns?
¿You see we touring?
Me and Meek Mill the realest nig*as born
Pray!
[Hook: Ace Hood & Meek Mill]
I say Lord, have mercy, all I wanted was a Beamer
Had no pot to piss in now I’m living thanking Jesus
Now my Rollie flooded I’m not talking ‘bout Katrina
Know I run my city, couple thousand from my sneakers
It’s going down (it’s going down)
It’s going down (it’s going down)
Burn the Kush, on some rockets, going down (it’s going down)
It’s going down (it’s going down)
It’s going down (it’s going down)
Bad bit*hes bring the whips it’s going down.
Compton Menace Ft. Ace Hood – Wing Stop (Traducida)
Letra en español de Wing Stop de Compton Menace Ft. Ace Hood
Original
Make us hate with
You know I had to do that, right?
What them hoes at?
Crank
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Real nig*as here bit*hes hate with
Million dollar moves chick contagious
Hate with, my nig*a hate with
Wing stop my chick contagious
Real nig*as here bit*hes hate with
Million dollar moves chick contagious
Hate with, my nig*a hate with
Wing stop my chick contagious
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I’m smoking that sh*t, I’m pushing that Benz
I’m willing the gate, I’m gone off with fifth with that hand
I’m fu*king your bit*h I’m taking your home been
I replaced you, I’m chasing that paper
You stucking fu*king with haters
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You’re poppin them bottles, shining we’re rocking the models
Make us floss that you loud, she sees the
Bit*hes don’t fu*k regardless, happen no that Ferraris
Nig*a straight up the hood, think we illuminati
Got big money, big plans, asshole fed I need a lab dance
Now let them nig*as know the real
Let them nig*a know that..head away before the pill
I got
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Real nig*as here bit*hes hate with
Million dollar moves chick contagious
Hate with, my nig*a hate with
Wing stop my chick contagious
Real nig*as here bit*hes hate with
Million dollar moves chick contagious
Hate with, my nig*a hate with
Wing stop my chick contagious
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Have a sis that money came, I’m packing next for two
Jumping out that rari on them double dews
Chain by the breaking rolly, cost a coop
Got them bit*hes throwin pussy I’m like got a loue
Yeah I’m thuggin with my nig*as yeah
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I can fu*k your girl any day, any time I got that member ship
Pull up to my crib, my parking line lock the dealer ship
Money sh*t, got my paper due imagine next flip
Dollars I’m bout em, them hoes won’t swallow
Anything for a period bottoms
Court the mill for the sh*t I’m on
Nig*a minutes what I’m sue oh, goonies what a screw
Shoppers bout the book hoe, don’t let them killers find you
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Real nig*as here bit*hes hate with
Million dollar moves chick contagious
Hate with, my nig*a hate with
Wing stop my chick contagious
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Real nig*as here bit*hes hate with
Million dollar moves chick contagious
Hate with, my nig*a hate with
Wing stop my chick contagious (x2).
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Traducción
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Compton Menace Ft. Ace Hood – Wing Stop
Letra de Wing Stop de Compton Menace Ft. Ace Hood
Make us hate with
You know I had to do that, right?
What them hoes at?
Crank
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Real nig*as here bit*hes hate with
Million dollar moves chick contagious
Hate with, my nig*a hate with
Wing stop my chick contagious
Real nig*as here bit*hes hate with
Million dollar moves chick contagious
Hate with, my nig*a hate with
Wing stop my chick contagious
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I’m smoking that sh*t, I’m pushing that Benz
I’m willing the gate, I’m gone off with fifth with that hand
I’m fu*king your bit*h I’m taking your home been
I replaced you, I’m chasing that paper
You stucking fu*king with haters
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You’re poppin them bottles, shining we’re rocking the models
Make us floss that you loud, she sees the
Bit*hes don’t fu*k regardless, happen no that Ferraris
Nig*a straight up the hood, think we illuminati
Got big money, big plans, asshole fed I need a lab dance
Now let them nig*as know the real
Let them nig*a know that..head away before the pill
I got
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Real nig*as here bit*hes hate with
Million dollar moves chick contagious
Hate with, my nig*a hate with
Wing stop my chick contagious
Real nig*as here bit*hes hate with
Million dollar moves chick contagious
Hate with, my nig*a hate with
Wing stop my chick contagious
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Have a sis that money came, I’m packing next for two
Jumping out that rari on them double dews
Chain by the breaking rolly, cost a coop
Got them bit*hes throwin pussy I’m like got a loue
Yeah I’m thuggin with my nig*as yeah
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I can fu*k your girl any day, any time I got that member ship
Pull up to my crib, my parking line lock the dealer ship
Money sh*t, got my paper due imagine next flip
Dollars I’m bout em, them hoes won’t swallow
Anything for a period bottoms
Court the mill for the sh*t I’m on
Nig*a minutes what I’m sue oh, goonies what a screw
Shoppers bout the book hoe, don’t let them killers find you
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Real nig*as here bit*hes hate with
Million dollar moves chick contagious
Hate with, my nig*a hate with
Wing stop my chick contagious
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Real nig*as here bit*hes hate with
Million dollar moves chick contagious
Hate with, my nig*a hate with
Wing stop my chick contagious (x2).
Letra / Lyrics
Ace Hood Ft. Trey Songz – I Need Your Love
Letra de I Need Your Love de Ace Hood Ft. Trey Songz
I need your love, need your love
See me at the mall chillin with a lady
So fine she my hey baby
I need your love, need you love
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Just right my type what I like
You’re dressed that nice and we kick it tonight
Just tryna get right for the end of the night
Shots of lean just to clear my mind
Baby I’m a séance, tell me what you’re sign
From the bottom to the top, girl you’re just my kind
I need your love, need your love
Got my mind so blown blaze so what?
Showin up, wait til we hold up
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Her love, I didn’t know I really need that
Can’t live without it, I need rehab
From the pretty lipstick, thinking how to waste it
So fit but her a*s need a d cal
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Main weather with the stake at the beat down
Throw it back, I’mma snatch you like a rebound
What’s that? Yea shorty like a grayhound
What up, do it there mama from the d town
Girl I need your love it’s like fresh air
Kick it with a young prince like bel air
It’s as strong but you never do a farewell
They steal but they never keep in touch still
See you bad as hell and they know it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Fresh up out of the shower with that lotion
Bend it over, you might cause a commotion
Reminiscin how I’m swimming in your ocean
Go ahead lil mama cut the slack up
On them with he fly red bottoms
Me and you make sense, get them other boys pissed
Cuz they already gatto
Cuz I need that love
Swear it’s something like a drug
Come fu*ks with a thug
From the bed to the top
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I need your love, need your love
See me at the mall chillin with a lady
So fine she my hey baby
I need your love, need you love
Just right my type what I like
You’re dressed that nice and we kick it tonight
Just tryna get right for the end of the night
Shots of lean just to clear my mind
Baby I’m a séance, tell me what you’re sign
From the bottom to the top, girl you’re just my kind
I need your love, need your love
Got my mind so blown blaze so what?
Showin up, wait til we hold up
From Letra-Lyrics.com
That’s right shorty welcome to the good life
We can do dinner time if the mood right
Underwater with the stars and the mood right
I deserve that love to the wife type
Masons, I’m a boss and you need that
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Upgraded, hand bastard, we burkin
Credit cards going hard up in emans
I can’t wind b, I really mean that
That’s my sense of humor eh
From Letra-Lyrics.com
See I’m really like tryna pursue your boy
I know your last boyfriend was a loser eh
I ain’t lying if it’s way more cooler
I’m a fly young man
Take you anywhere you wanna, I’m the guy that can
Hopin for the chance
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I can give you my time for your love in advance
And it’s all at demand
So shorty what you sayin?
Money ain’t the same
Leo mama you can trip to the land
We ain’t even got a plan
Put your feet in the sand
And it’s back to the suite, go sleep in the bag
Sweet freak in the sheets
I’m a beast with the gee so d
I need your love, need your love
See me at the mall chillin with a lady
So fine she my hey baby
I need your love, need you love
Just right my type what I like
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You’re dressed that nice and we kick it tonight
Let’s take it right for the end of the night
Shots of lean just t clear my mind
Baby I’m a séance, tell me what you’re sign
From the bottom to the top, girl you’re just my kind
I need your love, need your love
Got my mind so blown blaze so what?
Showin up, wait til we hold up
I need your love, need your love
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Girl you killin them hoes (I know it)
Once your worldwide (wait for it)
Yea that a*s looking perfect
Girl, look at how you work it
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You ain’t even have to pay for it (I know)
Try it in that g truck with that doors off
Top off, then set yours off
Ha ha, I’m so crazy
Ain’t that the reason why you love me baby?
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Girl you killin them hoes (I know it)
Once your worldwide (wait for it)
See I already know that I keep that shit on hanna
Fuck*n with my shades on, call me Stevie wonder
Put it so deep, she can feel it in her stomach
Bitch so good, I can tell her when she run it
Eyes rolled back, I can tell it when you’re coming
Song ain’t me, I can tell that she love
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Just tryna get right for the end of the night
Shots of lean just to clear my mind
Baby I’m a séance, tell me what you’re sign
From Letra-Lyrics.com
From the bottom to the top, girl you’re just my kind
I need your love, need your love
(I need oh I need)
I need your love, need your love
I need your love, need your love.
Letra / Lyrics
Ace Hood Ft. Trey Songz – I Need Your Love (Traducida)
Letra en español de I Need Your Love de Ace Hood Ft. Trey Songz
Original
I need your love, need your love
See me at the mall chillin with a lady
So fine she my hey baby
I need your love, need you love
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Just right my type what I like
You’re dressed that nice and we kick it tonight
Just tryna get right for the end of the night
Shots of lean just to clear my mind
Baby I’m a séance, tell me what you’re sign
From the bottom to the top, girl you’re just my kind
I need your love, need your love
Got my mind so blown blaze so what?
Showin up, wait til we hold up
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Her love, I didn’t know I really need that
Can’t live without it, I need rehab
From the pretty lipstick, thinking how to waste it
So fit but her a*s need a d cal
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Main weather with the stake at the beat down
Throw it back, I’mma snatch you like a rebound
What’s that? Yea shorty like a grayhound
What up, do it there mama from the d town
Girl I need your love it’s like fresh air
Kick it with a young prince like bel air
It’s as strong but you never do a farewell
They steal but they never keep in touch still
See you bad as hell and they know it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Fresh up out of the shower with that lotion
Bend it over, you might cause a commotion
Reminiscin how I’m swimming in your ocean
Go ahead lil mama cut the slack up
On them with he fly red bottoms
Me and you make sense, get them other boys pissed
Cuz they already gatto
Cuz I need that love
Swear it’s something like a drug
Come fu*ks with a thug
From the bed to the top
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I need your love, need your love
See me at the mall chillin with a lady
So fine she my hey baby
I need your love, need you love
Just right my type what I like
You’re dressed that nice and we kick it tonight
Just tryna get right for the end of the night
Shots of lean just to clear my mind
Baby I’m a séance, tell me what you’re sign
From the bottom to the top, girl you’re just my kind
I need your love, need your love
Got my mind so blown blaze so what?
Showin up, wait til we hold up
From Letra-Lyrics.com
That’s right shorty welcome to the good life
We can do dinner time if the mood right
Underwater with the stars and the mood right
I deserve that love to the wife type
Masons, I’m a boss and you need that
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Upgraded, hand bastard, we burkin
Credit cards going hard up in emans
I can’t wind b, I really mean that
That’s my sense of humor eh
From Letra-Lyrics.com
See I’m really like tryna pursue your boy
I know your last boyfriend was a loser eh
I ain’t lying if it’s way more cooler
I’m a fly young man
Take you anywhere you wanna, I’m the guy that can
Hopin for the chance
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I can give you my time for your love in advance
And it’s all at demand
So shorty what you sayin?
Money ain’t the same
Leo mama you can trip to the land
We ain’t even got a plan
Put your feet in the sand
And it’s back to the suite, go sleep in the bag
Sweet freak in the sheets
I’m a beast with the gee so d
I need your love, need your love
See me at the mall chillin with a lady
So fine she my hey baby
I need your love, need you love
Just right my type what I like
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You’re dressed that nice and we kick it tonight
Let’s take it right for the end of the night
Shots of lean just t clear my mind
Baby I’m a séance, tell me what you’re sign
From the bottom to the top, girl you’re just my kind
I need your love, need your love
Got my mind so blown blaze so what?
Showin up, wait til we hold up
I need your love, need your love
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Girl you killin them hoes (I know it)
Once your worldwide (wait for it)
Yea that a*s looking perfect
Girl, look at how you work it
From Letra-Lyrics.com
You ain’t even have to pay for it (I know)
Try it in that g truck with that doors off
Top off, then set yours off
Ha ha, I’m so crazy
Ain’t that the reason why you love me baby?
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Girl you killin them hoes (I know it)
Once your worldwide (wait for it)
See I already know that I keep that shit on hanna
Fuck*n with my shades on, call me Stevie wonder
Put it so deep, she can feel it in her stomach
Bitch so good, I can tell her when she run it
Eyes rolled back, I can tell it when you’re coming
Song ain’t me, I can tell that she love
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Just tryna get right for the end of the night
Shots of lean just to clear my mind
Baby I’m a séance, tell me what you’re sign
From Letra-Lyrics.com
From the bottom to the top, girl you’re just my kind
I need your love, need your love
(I need oh I need)
I need your love, need your love
I need your love, need your love.
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Traducción
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Gunplay Ft. Ace Hood & Bun B – Black On Black
Letra de Black On Black de Gunplay, Ace Hood y Bun B
Okay now guess who's back
In a black Maybach
With a black card on me, better know it’s straight like that
My nig*a we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nig*a we black on black
Flag all black
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Put it all on that
My nig*as gon’ ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
One thing that’s fact I’m rich and black
I put black on the paint
I whip white in the sink
I put work on the pike
I ain’t scared of handcuffs and links
Only thing that petrify me is no money in bank
I'mma Chevy out there sprayin' bitch, I’ll jail bite the crank
I’m a shark out the tank, I don’t bark I just bite
Keep that K all day, don’t walk up on me I'll put that knife
All gold Dayton spokes strokin’ the pavement slow
From Letra-Lyrics.com
I did that ho a favor and she paid me back in throat
I told the kitchen they wasn’t cutting the loaf
Butcher knife on the shelf like, Where the fu*k the filet mignon
Take a close look at my face, the war paint is on
Stuck my dick in the world, now I’m raping this song, I'm wrong?
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Okay now guess who's back
In a black Maybach
With a black card on me, better know it’s straight like that
My nig*a we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nig*a we black on black
Flag all black
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Put it all on that
My nig*as gon’ ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
One thing that’s fact I’m rich and black
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Man I’m sitting in a black room dressed up in a black fit
I’m cleaning my black guns and loading my black clips
Count from one to fifty, that’s a fully loaded mag
I pick it all up and put it in a black bag
Put on my black gloves, put on my black mask
Pop my trunk and load it up and jump in my black Jag
Sipping on black Hennessy out of a black flask
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And best believe that I’m coming to get your black a*s
When I pull that Mac out, they know I’m finna black out
They start hitting fences, taking alley ways and the back route
I caught one of 'em slipping, but that thing up to his back
Pulled that trigger on that nig*a, and all he saw was black
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Okay now guess who's back
In a black Maybach
With a black card on me, better know it’s straight like that
My nig*a we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nig*a we black on black
Flag all black
Put it all on that
My nig*as gon’ ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
One thing that’s fact I’m rich and black
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Okay now black lil nig*a, in them all black denims
With a Mossberg pump that'll have them sleep in your liver
Better watch that shit that you say, my goons don’t play
That black Glock 9 never leave my side, no way
I keep that strap when I pray, even when I bow head to say grace
Any nig*a bring beef my way, better let that 4-4 spray
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Yeah nig*a that’s black on black, my whips all black
That Ghost don’t fold, them four Diablos on that
And I keep that black Louis bag, racks on racks
My bitch so bad, Chinese and black, yeah
I’m a wild young nig*a, getting rich off rap
My Rolex fitted, spent about sixty on that
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Okay now guess who's back
In a black Maybach
With a black card on me, better know it’s straight like that
My nig*a we black on black, black on black
My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black
My nig*a we black on black
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Flag all black
Put it all on that
My nig*as gon’ ride for a fact
Yeah homie we black on black, black on black
One thing that’s fact I’m rich and black.
Letra / Lyrics
Birdman & Mack Maine Ft. Kendrick Lamar, Ace Hood – B Boyz
Letra de B Boyz de Birdman, Mack Maine, Kendrick Lamar y Ace Hood
Talk about it, make em talk about it
Life to me is currency, prosperity I got it
And your life to me is lifeless like its living' on life support
I license everything in my wallet, lightest boy with the biggest heart
Nig*a play your part or parallel park your ego next to me and violence
Next to me is definitely no one, I’m one of one
And I musta won that from anybody who had it or better yet forgot it
Mack in the back of a 'lac with a mac in the back of a 'lac
With a latch on the back of the trunk
Hit a punk in the back with a pump in the back, till he's off balance
And I’m back in the front of the front of the future when you are mentioning talent
And I’m in the back in the back of the block with a cop wanna cop anybody's allowance
Iraq on the block key watch for the block or whatever
And cut no cut more guns more guts fu*k boy you fu*ked up twice you fu*ked considerin' you drownin'
Die in a lake with a date with a catfish back flip head first smilin'
C-cry in the face of jesus we just pray we keep on stylin'
On you bit*hes tde ymcmb business bit*h
Okay nig*a riding in a may-be, and I’m probably with baby
Dont talk nig*a fu*k you pay me, intercept your bit*h like bailey
Okay big money on this side, 100 grand for the whip my bit*h drive
Need a new safe money getting too high, dead presidents all in my levis
Boy I swear this nig*a be swagging, and I’m living lavish
Might cop me an aston, martin on 'em
Anything I drive I own 'em, bad bit*h and that ass ain't normal
Gotta put that pound game on her, beat it up she deep in a coma
I'm super paid, 2 shows a day
My rollie gold, no time to waste
What it do berg, my fu*kin' brother
Keep that pistol by me like my lovely momma
Hot as the summer, cold as the winter
Stay on them charts, I heard that they plotting my timber
Young nig*a, got a lot of flows
Any nig*a don't believe me, I make it look easy easy out of control
Box full of choppers, hand on the trigger
Uptown gangsta, get it how we get it
Third ward soldier, suicide rider
Militant minded, hundred mill on the counter
Hand pearly rug nig*a, flame on the bugatti
Christian louboutin, chanel for my models
Higher than bugatti nig*a, fishing on the fish scales
Nose diving for them hundreds, strapped up making mail
Fr-fresher than I been before
Higher than we even been, shining on them 24’s
Junior doing time ho
On the grind ho, while he doing time ho
Ya know!
The time is money and money still was made baby
Eight months ain’t stop nothing nig*a
It’s like jail was third base and my lil’ nig*a still came home, ya understand
I’m from the hood where bit*hes hold coke in they baby diapers
That’s why when the babies grow up damn they be like us
I came a long ways from rhyming up in crazy cyphers
Man I’m so happy my lil’ brother came home from rikers
Shout out to bp, thugga, flow and fail boy?
My flow lucifer, I spit hell boy
My heart numb, ain’t no pain I can’t withstand
And I hold my nig*as down boy like a kickstand
Get off my nuts, stop acting like a bit*h fam
Lil’ nig*a finish puberty, grow ya own dick damn
I went from watching time fly on earl and red porch
To cruising through the streets of miami in a red porsche
Me and stunna fly, we should join the air force
Stand up nig*as, the fu*k you brought them chairs for?
I went from making money from people with crack habits
To thanking god I’m in a whole ‘nother tax bracket
Amen.
R. Kelly Ft. Ace Hood & DJ Khaled – It’s On
Letra de It's On de R. Kelly, Ace Hood y DJ Khaled
Alcohol music
I got me in the club so gone
It’s on
Ace hood
Man I’m laying
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Damn that body, damn that wastes
Damn that dress, damn that faces
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
All up in the club, all up in the back seat
All up in the crib, all up in the bed like
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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She been it over
Why she look back at me
I ain’t never had a get it up like this
Am I call it probably
More curves than a race crab
And I just wanna ride it
I ain’t never had catch my eye like this
Take me leave the club early
Got the body of a dancer
That is in the party
Want to tell, never know exactly
If you’re talking money there’s a Majorly
You make sense not to leave with me
Late we can get the peace come on
You got me licking
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Damn that body, damn that wastes
Damn that dress, damn that faces
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
All up in the club, all up in the back seat
All up in the crib, all up in the bed like
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
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The way you do it in
Who you wrong but it feel so right
It’s so tight I’ll be till the morn
Cell phone on the charger
We gonna let it ring
I ain’t never had a chick make me forget
Where I need to be
Such a former, the way I gotta sing it
I know I gotta go but it look like I’m leaving
Girl how you’re doing that to the beat
You make me lose my insanity
Boy you move your body amazingly
On, you got me sayin
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Damn that body, damn that wastes
Damn that dress, damn that faces
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
All up in the club, all up in the back seat
All up in the crib, all up in the bed like
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Damn shawty she know she damn wrong
With that dress fitting you I think it’s painted on
Whine fine dime hope that you came alone
Even if you beating to that lane nig*a gone
Sight narra cube is painted aqua
But is such a movie girl you deserve an Oscar
Kicking with the flies nig*as dinner time I’m lost
P**sy good swear I might sending me a sponsor
And I could truly be the liquor talking
Worst fresher like a body then its office
Yeah and it ain’t hard to tell em all one
Pitching to me I guarantee I had a home run
From the to the counter to my best friend
Know what’s on when I’m lonely let the phone ring down that body
Far beyond the hottie
But my nig*a kills ain’t no cuffing at the party
But I’m
Damn that body, damn that wastes
Damn that dress, damn that faces
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
All up in the club, all up in the back seat
All up in the crib, all up in the bed like
Oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh.
From Letra-Lyrics.com
Ace Hood Ft. Game – Different People
Letra de Different People de Ace Hood y Game
We are different people
Born alone I’ma die alone nig*a, a renegade
We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations
Different aspirations
Mama was a hustler, daddy was a dead beat
Chance of me out the hood was rarer than some red meat
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep
I believe in god but deep inside resides the beast in me
Nightmares of being broke, never seem to be a joke
Sliding with that 44, and my life’s been revoke
Blind, erase the real g, paid and I’m still me
Real love the real, I don’t respect them nig*as in between
I’m like Achilles from the troy movie, that do some damage like a full Uzi
I am nothing like you other dudes
Same come and goes but we got different views
Snitching under pressure that’s a never do
Took the lawyer nig*as with me as I’m making moves
Talking tough one with to that killer with you in the booth
I’m prepared to die, question is, are you
We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations, preach
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations
They ill will, I’m prepared to die
I got the blueprint of how to talk that 45
Surprise, realize I can’t be fuck*d with a no scale
Not the hoes, not the money, the swag
Now my g code, I’ma spray and reload
Hit your toe with a tag
Nig*as hood with it, your ace was good with it
He got that ace, I got the spades
Getaway car, we ready for the way
Or whatever
I can’t be stopped, no I’m the next sun
Half of million dollars up and get some
Burn on my waist I’m hollow shelling, come get some
I flip, you ain’t murder around,
Yeah, nig*a with the blood clot, don’t get blood shot
Murder ain’t shit for me, I love taking mug shots
Love taking bit*hes from paris down to jamaica
Love sitting on the flow of Rihanna watching the Lakers
I’m a bad boy ain’t seen puff in years though
But I keep some B.I.G. Off in my ear lobes, hood
We are different people, we are
We are different people, we are
We are different people, check
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations, preach
Different aspirations, preach, different aspirations
Mama was a hustler, daddy was a dead beat
Chance of me out the hood was rarer than some red meat
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep
Now I lay me down to sleep, now I lay me down to sleep
Pistol on my night stand, now I lay me down to sleep.
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