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-- Wed Jul 04, 2012 2:00 pm --
my favourite song is
[Intro: Rick Ross]
This shit is highly sophisticated
I just make it look easy, nigga. Follow me
[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I’m so sophisticated
To get a verse from me, you gotta be initiated
To get a purse from me, she gotta be sophisticated
Purchase a whip from me and never miss a single payment
I’m from the city where the Muslims even Christians hate it
Even the black folk hate to see another nigga made it
Tell all them pussies to chill, champagne refrigerated
Just bought a chopper ‘cause the last one, got it confiscated
Counting a hundred mil so many times, I contemplate it
You wanna be the hottest but that shit get complicated
I pull your card, I know you’re pussy by your conversation
Show you the safe you’ll have to kill me for that combination
Made another two milli just off the compilation
I just hit a lick, I’m telling you this shit amazing
Got a white bitch, she fucking me just like she Jamaican
Sipping purple and that motherfucker concentrated
This for my niggas in them prisons, overpopulated
[Hook: Rick Ross]
This the mob so you gotta get initiated
If you a mark, then you gotta make initial payment
We going hard, run it back just like it’s Walter Payton
The game sweet, gave all my niggas an occupation (Rugh!)
We so sophisticated (Ugh!)
Shit so sophisticated (Woo!)
Hundred millionaires, bitch we made it (Ugh!)
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
I’m so sophisticated
Smoking weed, busting open doll and lick her later
I bust her open then I tell her I’mma lick her later
Pull out the stick and spray that bitch just like it’s activator
Time to lay down these niggas who still be masquerading
We know you pussies, so you got my niggas masturbating
Round of applause ‘cause them choppers be so captivating
So sophisticated ‘cause them hits be calculated
Put yo dick in the dirt, now you decapitated
I’m getting money so you’ll never hear me talking petty
Tatted on my stomach, rich forever, Makaveli (Babyyy)
Fifty million, hundred million, it’s accumulating
I’m the hottest and these other niggas cooling, ain’t it
I got a bitch I’m fucking that you see on BET
My lil’ Haiti shooters will have yo ass on TMZ
Breaking news and we still get them for ten a key
And if he faking, fuck him, tell them niggas “C’est la vie”
[Hook]
[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Shitting on these haters, ball hard D Waiters
Ever since I got money, e’rybody need favors
That’s why I ain’t got no homies, and I ain’t got no neighbors
But I be on my grind like I ain’t got no paper
But I’m so rich and I got yo bitch
All in my whip and she all on my dick
With a hand on my stick, tryna live in my crib
‘Cause I handle my shit like a candle got lit
‘Cause I burn shit down, yeah I'm in my bag
And these niggas so mad it’s my turn now
And I get that cash and my bitch so bad, she know sophisticated
I’m balling hard, fucking bitches and ain’t got shit for haters
I hang my arm out the window now watch me get the paper
My neck so frosty, you frauding, yo shit refrigerator
Boy you an imitator
You ain’t got no M’s in yo account, I never ask my amount
Treat that bad bitch like a bad check ‘cause I cash that and I bounce
I ain’t never had shit but I grab shit and I cashed out on that ounce
And I flipped that to a bird and bounced back like word
[Hook]
-- Wed Jul 04, 2012 2:02 pm --
also this one
Born stunna
I’m a born stunna
Born stunna
Money money money money money bags
Money money money money money bags
Money money money money money bags
Money money money money money bags
Hook:
born stunna, born stunna
flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred carries in the cutty yeah mama
born stunna, she’s a born stunna
mercedes coop for the misses she’s a born stunna
born stunna, born stunna
stack a hundred mill in another coming
Born stunna, grab hunting
flock a hundred for them things and some cheap numbers
rare numbers here hunting
hit the more with my bitch and blow another hundred
real flaggin poppin real bottles
I’m talking big faces money and the power
sway..with my name in it
birdman bitch and I..
yeah so my baby wanna new whip
pearl white stay fresh on a new shit
you dig born hustling on that money shit
it feel blowing meels going meals bitch
Hook:
born stunna, born stunna
flip a hundred keys just to ball all summer
born stunna, born stunna
I put a hundred carries in the cutty yeah mama
born stunna, she’s a born stunna
mercedes coop for the misses she’s a born stunna
born stunna, born stunna
stack a hundred mill in another coming
Money money money money bags
Money money money money bags
Money money money money bags
Money money money money bags
yeah a lot a lot of money bags
the money in the garbage can
strapped up tight with a hundred bag
money feel their bitch money in the land
see we shinign like the money can
siince the money can we gonna money thing
yeah WMCg
lot of ..since I hit the street
2 50 on a new piece
new condo, 200 square feet
balling up town suicide
born stunning strapped how we’re living five
[Hook:]
-- Wed Jul 04, 2012 2:05 pm --
sometimes i listen to this song Peace up a town
Yeah, ok! Lil' Jon
[Chorus]
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeaah
Yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeaah
I'm in the club with my homies, tryna get a lil v-I,
Keep it down on the low key, cause you know how it feels.
I said shawty she was checkin' up on me,
From the game she was spittin' my ear you'd think that she knew me.
So we decided to chill
Conversation got heavy,
She had me feelin' like she's ready to blow
(watch out oh, watch out)
She saying come get me, come get me,
So I got up and followed her to the floor,
She said baby lets go,
When I told her I said
Yeah (yeah) shawty got down said come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me yeah yeah
Yeah (yeah) Her and my girl were the best of homies
Yeah (yeah) next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming
[Chorus]
Shes all up in my head now,
Got me thinking that it might good idea to take her with me,
Cause she's ready to leave.
Now I gotta keep it real now,
Cause on a one-to-ten she's a certified twenty,
And that just ain't me.
Cause I do know if I take that chance just where is it gonna lead,
But what I do know is the way she dance makes shawty alright with me.
The way she getting low!
I'm like yeah, just work that out for me.
She asked for one more dance and I'm
Like yeah, how the hell am I supposed to leave?
And I said
Yeah (yeah) shawty got down to come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me
Yeah (yeah) cause if my girl new it'd be best to hold me
Yeah (yeah) next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming
[Chorus]
Luda
Watch out
My outfit's ridiculous, in the club lookin' so conspicuous.
And rowl! these women all on the prowl,
If you hold the head steady I'm a milk the cow.
Forget about the game I'm a spit the truth,
I won't stop till I get em in they birthday suits.
So gimmie the rhythm and it'll be off with they clothes,
Then bend over to the front and touch your toes.
I left the jag and I took the Rolls,
If they ain't cutting then I put em on foot patrol.
How you like me now,
When my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand,
Lets drank you the one to please,
Ludacris fill cups like double d's.
Me and Ush once more and we leave em dead,
We want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed to say
Yeah (yeah) shawty got down to come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me
Yeah (yeah) cause if my girl new it'd be best to hold me
Yeah (yeah) next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming:
[Chorus]
Take that and rewind it back,
Lil' Jon got the beat to make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back,
Usher got the voice make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back,
Ludacris got the flow make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back,
Lil' Jon got the beat make ya booty go (clap)
