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s got to be you reading my letter Not your hired hand I don't know how to say it no better I love you and the band Never heard rockin' like you could Howling like you can It gets me thinking of Johnny B. Goode But you know you ain't no man When I heard you pla

come from a small town That little girl all grown up now She dream of a better day So she run away run away Her mama said slow down Keep ya head don't be a fool now But she wait till it get late Just to run away run away She think about makin that money No stopping her na na na

s Paparazzi. And Mrs. Orange County. Jeffree Star. 20 dolla bill - hoe what the deal? 50 dolla bill - hoe what the deal? 100 dolla bill - hoe what the deal? This is how it feels... Bitch, get'em. Girl you got some big tits (but that's about it, that's

well, all right you birds Want me to make a speach? Now - I'm in my leather coat K-swiss new and white as coke It's 2:45 and I'm on the streets And I'm fillmoe down never wantin to sleep Now - bitin like a wolverine Tight like a group when ya hold a

Intro:] Hustle di money Hustle, hustle di money Hustle di money Mi hustle hustle di money Hustle di money Mi hustle hustle di money Hustle di money Mi hustle hustle di money (A di Teacha) Yuh ah Idleaz! mi nah have time fi yuh Hold Down! mi nah have time fi yuh C

poulet Tout c'est okay Maintenant bebe tout c'est okay The life you left behind won't find you The love you kept inside will come And even when your own heart blinds you Nothing undoes the work you've done The sun's still in the sky The moon is there at night The ground

INTRO:] Gangsta for life Tell dem dat We got to make the money That's most of us hopes and dreams But don't you go and bow for it Go in the streets and struggle for it [Chorus:] See I was dreaming that I'm floating on a thousand dolla bill And if you touch m

girl I love when she talks to me Got the smile and she walk that walk with me I want the girl but I want a lot Might cross my mind but that's where it stops [Chorus] That bitch ain't a part of me, no that bitch ain't a part of me I said no that bitch ain't a par

ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch My ex-bitch, I'm shinin' on my ex-bitch My

Chorus 1] Here comes the money (Here we go, money, Uh) Here comes the money Money, Money, Money, Money Money, Money, Money, Money [Treach] Ching Ching, Bling Bling, Cut the Chatter You ain't talking money, Then your talking don't matter Chin

!! Vamonos de fiesta la vamos a liar vamos a curar la soledad en vez de ver tus fracasos matalos con rock y tus miedos se ahogaran Beberemos sin parar bailaremos y al final no habra dios que se matenga en pie al ritmo del rock & roll sa

know you see me ridin high Feels like a roller coaster headed to the sky We rollin’ speedin’ Like we runin out of time And live the fast life You could get behind [x2] We in the fast lane And all I see is dolla signs Cause all I got is money on my min

damn Son Of a bitch. God damn son of a bitch. God damn son of a bitch. God damn son of a bitch. God damn son of a bitch God damn son of a bitch, See the young ones play, And say what you want to hear. You have a-long legs, Long Hair, Big tits, You got a big arse. You

came in this bitch to sweat! I came in this bitch to wild the f*** out! I came in this bitch to turn up! Shit, me and my niggas in here f***ed up! Ain't no tellin' what we're gonna do when the f***in' bass drops! F*** it! Act up like a mothafu

Icy, Icy, Icy I pull up bet you see them faces shift Bust in looking like a couple [?] Brrt, brrt, kill a scene, I make it quick Brrt, brrt, go go back take a pic Lookin' in your eyes, I see your fear But can you see me all up in the air Boss bitch y'all shoul

suppose I should tell you what this bitch is thinkin' You'll find me in the studio, and not in the kitchen I won't be braggin' 'bout my cars, or talkin' 'bout my chains Don't need to shake my ass for you 'cos I got a brain If I told you 'bout my sex life,

breaker, soul shaker I've been told about you Steamroller, midnight stroller What they've been saying must be true Red hot mama (Velvet charmer) Time's come to pay your dues Now, you're messin' with a (A son of a bitch) Now, you're messin' with a son of a bitch Now, you're

you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you, son I got 99 problems and the bitch ain’t one Hit me! 99 problems and the bitch ain’t one! If you’re having girl problems I feel bad for you son I got 99 problems and the bitch ain’t one Hit me! 99 problems and the bitch ain’t o

I get your number girl (3x) Oh its Jay Baba And Melvitto on the beat Wanna tell you a story about this girl wey I just meet She’s looking fly, yeah she’s looking neat The boy is looking like money, right from my head down to my feet She dey smile at me oh I don’t really know

t no bitch who can do it like me Go f-u-c-k yourself, baby Ain't no bitch who can do it like me The critics and the press agree Ain't no bitch who can do it like me J-e-f-f to the r-e-e Ain't no bitch who can do it like me Uh huh - what? - yeah! Slid

I own the club, that's right. Akon, that's right. dolla dolla, especially the strip club t-pain, convict I own the club, that's right. Akon, that's right. dolla dolla, especially the strip club t-pain, convict) let me talk to em, let me talk to em

wear lipstick and I wear a dress, High heels I stand when I piss, And I don't wanna shave and I don't wanna bathe, 'Coz I'm a transvestite from Planet 13, I'm a crossdressing goddamn son of a bitch, I'm a crossdressing goddamn son of a bitch, yeah!

re a lazy son of a bitch You got nothing, come on cop to it You're a lazy son of a bitch Wasting my time, but the lovin's got me outta my mind You're too good, you're no good You're a mean son of a bitch What we've done are you proud of it? You're a mean s

was justified when I was five Raising cane, I spit in your eye Times are changing, now the poor get fat But the fever's gonna catch you when the bitch gets back Eat meat on Friday that's alright Even like steak on a Saturday night I can bitch

Intro] Misc. female moaning [Verse 1: XXXTENTACION] Cocaine for my breakfast Hold that pistol, ambidextrous P**** boy talk reckless He might end up on a stretcher F*** with my set You get wet, like a p**** Sauce, what I spilled On my kilt, she need m

todos los animales de la creación, el hombre es el único que bebe sin tener sed, come sin tener hambre y habla sin tener nada que decir. Por eso es mejor forjar el alma que amueblarla

Travis: (x2) Don't leave too soon, we in my room What you wanna do, sex in my tomb Hit the lights out, baby, take it all off, baby Don't be afraid, baby, I ain't been the same lately Bones: Smoked out in my Impala, countin' dolla after dolla Since the money come and go, let i

don't like, I don't like Fake niggas I don't like A f*** nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like, nah Sneak dissers, that's that shit I don't like Don't like, like, don't

Verse 1] I got a bitch with pearls a bitch teeth with golds A bitch on da shelf and a bitch that's sold I got a bitch down low and a bitch Im doing publicly A bitch I cant stand and the bitches still lovin me I got a bitch I beep a bitch I call a bitch in thongs and one in Regular

my name is.... You wont remember, wait till December. Cause you thought that I was pure as snow, Guess you didnt know. Hold tight, surprise, open your eyes its springtime. Flowers blossoming, I am one of them, bet you like how Ive grown. Cause now Im that bitch, Youll never g

want to be your object, of your affection Give me all your time, touch, money, and attention Pick me up after school, you can be my baby Maybe we could go somewhere, get a little crazy He’s rich and I’m wishin’, um, he could be my Mister Yum Delicious to the

know we out her, hey maine We out her, out here I'm a tell you we down south Hey, I got my boots on, I got my cowboy outfit on I'm a f*** a hoe, I'm a f*** a bitch, pink flame! You know I'm gonn flirt I'm gonn f*** her till she squirt Bitch use

y've all reg'stered, open the gate ‘n let ‘em out and walk ‘em ‘bout. Ere we come a letter number twenty-nine, what're you gonna gimme for ‘er Ah, wenta-five wunna bid me biddle, wanna five wanna five wanna five, wudja biddle on a twenty-five. Gotta twenty-fi

Lana del rey] I want to be your object, of your affection Give me all your time, touch, money, and attention Pick me up after school, you can be my baby Maybe we could go somewhere, get a little crazy He’s rich and i’m wishin’, um, he could be my mister yum Delicious to the maximum,

Hook:] Illest bitch alive, illest bitch alive! Yeah, that my sista and I'm so proud the way she hold it down Illest bitch alive, realest bitch around Pray you richer in confidence When I'm paying you mind Illest bitch alive, realest bitch alive! Yeah is the illes

never really ment to hurt you bad I just sent a computer error I just want to control your whole life I just keep you hooked up to my line Hey little bitch! don't you know it's supposed to work Hey little bitch your my supersonic bitch

feat. Soopafly) Niggas, get your milla genuine draft, cause its milla time, we about to go hard on these hoes on this one right here. [refrén] [soopafly] Can you control your hoe? (You got a bitch that wont do what you say) You can’t control your hoe? (She hardheaded, s

Intro:] Kurupt, AV Oh, that's how you wanna act? You trippin' [Bridge:] You wonder why they call you bitch You wonder why they call you bitch You trippin' You wonder why they call you bitch You wonder why they call you bitch You wonder why they call you bitch You wonder

wanna, you wanna You wanna You want a hot body? You want a Bugatti? You want a Maserati? You better work bitch You want a Lamborghini? Sippin martinis? Look hot in a bikini? You better work bitch You wanna live fancy? Live in a big mansion? Party in Fr

feat. DSD) [verse] You put your trust in a nigga stupid hoe How you figure he won't f*** your best friend and your sister Ah lie to you, ah then screw you Get mad if his homeboys do you If he's a nigga don't let him fool you They all dogs thats what they do uh Tell yo

guns just like a terror Deep in the p**** like a body burial Bitch I'm in the water, water name is Ariel Cutie booty I'ma f*** on the uh, Woooooo I wanna f*** in yo mouth I wanna f*** on yo daughter in yo house I wanna make that bitch p**** my spouse

Intro] Yeah, bitch Yeah Ayy, ayy (Ear Drummers) Ayy [Chorus] Diamonds be wet on my wrist, yeah Diamonds be wet like a bitch, yeah Diamonds be wet like a bitch, yeah Diamonds be wet on my wrist, yeah Diamonds be wet like a bitch And my diamonds be wet on my wrist, yeah, ayy

or weakness You gotta see this Waaaaay (yeah, yeah!) Ayy, I remember syrup sandwiches and crime allowances Finesse a nigga with some counterfeits But now I'm countin' this Parmesan where my accountant lives In fact, I'm downin' this D'usse with my boo bae, tastes like Kool-

Accept] You make the stars Illusions and dreams You're what you are Do you know what I mean? I hear you clear See it in your eyes Lying to please It pleases to lie You say it's your way... You say we'll make it Right to the top Your bullshit ge

t that a bitch-she had it again Ain't that a bitch-she gone and split Ain't that a bitch-It's all your mess Ain't that a bitch-she had it again Ain't that a bitch-she gone and split Ain't that a bitch-It's all your mess Yeah that's a bitch-what ya say

my God, I'm a sailor, I'm a pay for some p**** bitch I'm a pay 4 p****, I'm a pay 4 p****, I need eveline, where is my bitches Based God f*** my main bitch, I'm so f***ing special Bitch I look glorious, bitch she can't afford it I'm a f*** the wh

bitch (yo yo yo yo) Rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi) I'm a rich bitch (yo yo yo yo) A mothaf***in' rich bitch (yo yo yo Yo-Landi) I do my own thing when the phone rings Maybe I'll answer, maybe I'm busy (yo yo yo Yo-Landi) I want some next shit I got connections Only speak t

"Don't Worry 'Bout It" (feat. Yo Gotti) 50 Cent Don't worry 'bout how I get my money, bitch, just know I get my money Don't worry 'bout I spe...

when they thought I was done for the summer Came out the cupboard show my ass like a plumber, Ain't chinese but you worth 2 dolla, Tee get the bleach I'm a Show my true ca-la, tell a nigga holla in the peach I'm-pala, Only if he give good brain like

bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, I'm a wild boy, f*** an eighth I need o's Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, I'm a wild boy, I'm I'ma wild boy I'm a wild boy, f*** an eighth I need o's Yea bitch, yeah bitch, call me steve-o, Yea bitch, yea