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Paul Wall, Lil’ Keke - Break ‘Em Off (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Paul Wall]
I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Now I gotta work my woodgrain wheel
Poppin' trunks, poppin' pills, still poppin' seals
Higher than a hill with my mind on mill
Piece and chain swangin', bankroll, shiny grill
Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with my mind on cream
I'm in that mean, green machine, clean, on 19s
Flatscreens in the headrest, swingin' like a swingset
Brandywine paint wet, comin' down, that's a bet
I'm in the lot chasin' broads like a lesbian
Full of that kush-flower, I'm breakin' off pedestrians
Higher than a streetlight, floatin' like a parachute
Buzzin' like a bumblebee, mustard-green Bentley coupe
Young gangsta mack game sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin' 'em off, makin' all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, I'm rocked up, fully loaded and sloppy
Tryna hit it and quit it and walk off like Big Papi
Break 'em off
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
[Verse 2: Lil' Keke]
Aye, aye
I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
I'm hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist
The truck gold mist 550 snow bunny
Bentley Continental with the mink floors dummy
Paul Wall money, that's expensive taste
And them friendly ass fools we send 'em to MySpace
I'mma break 'em off until the backbone broken
Stainless steel drop Phantom, leave the top open
Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the kush done start burnin', better cover your clothes
(That's right)
Concrete crumblin', glass shootin' lasers
Crawlin' and cuttin' up on 24 razors
I'mma show 'em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin' paper in the mornin', call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on, then you buckle up the seat belt
SwishaHouse, Young Don, capital TF
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
Already
I'm higher than a satellite, crawlin' like a baby
Maneuvering through the traffic like I'm Tracy McGrady
Still choppin' on them buttons, I'm struttin' and lookin' fresh
Switch hittin' like Berkman, this is ballin' at its best
In that Minute Maid dropper with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin' the hood, student loans on the tooth
The fifth wheel on the ground
And the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby I'm the definition of playa
My skills is so ill when workin' that wood wheel
Tippin' 4s like a waiter, beware of the oil spill
Widescreen mindframe, panoramic pimpin'
I'm sippin' on that Osama, baby, leanin' like I'm limpin'
In that two-seater feeder, it's me and a señorita
Three ounces up in the liter
And it's ten up in the heater
Mackin' a mamacita
Runnin' game like a cheetah
I'm knockin' 'em out the park similar to Derek Jeter
Break 'em off
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
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Paul Wall, Lil’ Keke - Break ‘Em Off (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Paul Wall]
I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
[Verse 1: Paul Wall]
Now I gotta work my woodgrain wheel
Poppin' trunks, poppin' pills, still poppin' seals
Higher than a hill with my mind on mill
Piece and chain swangin', bankroll, shiny grill
Baby, I got million dollar dreams, with my mind on cream
I'm in that mean, green machine, clean, on 19s
Flatscreens in the headrest, swingin' like a swingset
Brandywine paint wet, comin' down, that's a bet
I'm in the lot chasin' broads like a lesbian
Full of that kush-flower, I'm breakin' off pedestrians
Higher than a streetlight, floatin' like a parachute
Buzzin' like a bumblebee, mustard-green Bentley coupe
Young gangsta mack game sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin' 'em off, makin' all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, I'm rocked up, fully loaded and sloppy
Tryna hit it and quit it and walk off like Big Papi
Break 'em off
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
[Verse 2: Lil' Keke]
Aye, aye
I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
I'm hotter than warm piss, berry grape Sunkist
The truck gold mist 550 snow bunny
Bentley Continental with the mink floors dummy
Paul Wall money, that's expensive taste
And them friendly ass fools we send 'em to MySpace
I'mma break 'em off until the backbone broken
Stainless steel drop Phantom, leave the top open
Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the kush done start burnin', better cover your clothes
(That's right)
Concrete crumblin', glass shootin' lasers
Crawlin' and cuttin' up on 24 razors
I'mma show 'em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin' paper in the mornin', call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on, then you buckle up the seat belt
SwishaHouse, Young Don, capital TF
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
[Verse 3: Paul Wall]
Already
I'm higher than a satellite, crawlin' like a baby
Maneuvering through the traffic like I'm Tracy McGrady
Still choppin' on them buttons, I'm struttin' and lookin' fresh
Switch hittin' like Berkman, this is ballin' at its best
In that Minute Maid dropper with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin' the hood, student loans on the tooth
The fifth wheel on the ground
And the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby I'm the definition of playa
My skills is so ill when workin' that wood wheel
Tippin' 4s like a waiter, beware of the oil spill
Widescreen mindframe, panoramic pimpin'
I'm sippin' on that Osama, baby, leanin' like I'm limpin'
In that two-seater feeder, it's me and a señorita
Three ounces up in the liter
And it's ten up in the heater
Mackin' a mamacita
Runnin' game like a cheetah
I'm knockin' 'em out the park similar to Derek Jeter
Break 'em off
[Chorus: Paul Wall]
I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma break 'em—I'mma break 'em off real bad
I'mma show 'em pourin' up a duece and ridin' slab
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![Chris Brown - Winner (Music Video)
Chris Brown - Winner (Music Video)
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Spotify:
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Lyrics:
[Intro: Bryan-Michael Cox]
Yo, ha
It is an honor, haha
To introduce the future of R&B
His name is Chris Brown, uh
And, uh, you know what this is
Yeah
Another Beat Trax joint
[Verse 1: Chris Brown]
Round one, I hear the ding
I walk up and shake your hand, girl, I gotta know whats up
Baby, whats your name? Can I get your number?
Cause I wanna talk about some things, yeah
Round two, it aint a thing, I was moving every way you move
Bobbing and weaving like a young boy was supposed to do
It seemed like only yesterday that we did it
Now you on me like a fitted and I just gotta say, yeah
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Oh, woah)
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world (World) to give it up for my girl (My girl)
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Oh, woah)
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl (Give it up for my girl)
[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
Round three, I can see me and you walking down the aisle
And I know were young, so itll be a while before we doing that
But my mama got me in training, getting ready for the day when I make somebody happy
And, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Said I was done with loving til I found someone like you (Oh)
Somebody, tell me what I was supposed to do?
You put my back against the ropes, no choice but to unfold
I gotta give it to you, baby, woah
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Didnt even take ya twelve rounds)
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world (Oh, woah, yeah) to give it up for my girl (Give it up for my girl)
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it (Aw, yeah)
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world (Whole world) to give it up for my girl (Oh, no, no)
[Bridge: Chris Brown & Bryan-Michael Cox]
Yo, this the part I like right here, haha
Oh, girl
Baby, I just cant believe that every time you come around
I start losing my breath, Im tripping over myself (Oh, oh)
Cause you hitting me, hitting me
Oh, girl
Baby, its so plain to see that you got the best of me
So Im throwing in the towel (Throwing in the towel)
Baby, I bow out (Yeah)
Oh, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah (What we gon do right here?)
Let it breathe, ha, ha (Haha, uh)
Oh, haha
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
Baby, youre a winner
It didnt even take ya twelve rounds to do it
You got the title now
Ima tell the whole world to give it up for my girl
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![Lil Durk - No Standards (Lyrics)
Lil Durk - No Standards (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Chopsquad
[Chorus]
I cant get over my pain
Make you feel better
Fuck with niggas I know
Wont make you feel better
This is a lifestyle that I live
Fuckin with these different bitches
And you tryna break my heart
Fuckin with these different niggas
You know you cant get over me
You know you cant get away from me
You know bitches dont play with me
You know you know
[Verse 1]
I know the consequences of my actions
This shit real I aint even just rappin
Fuckin with niggas that I know get back
How I know that boy aint smash
I know you with him cause he gotta sack
You say you dont like no feelings attached
I know that you lied cant mix shit with facts
Ho
You think ima run back to you that shit dead
Tell em how me and you be textin each other yeah
So you told me you wouldnt fuck him
Know you lyin why you scared
You know I gotta bitch, dont open your message, leave you on read
Cant talk to you like I used to
Cant see me you gotta pull up YouTube
Even though my situation you lose
Fuckin with your friend ex, nigga you screwed
I know you tryna figure out who Im talkin about
I told you imma spazz told me put the guns down
You got em around your kids when they aint around
I can fuck on who I want, Im famous now
Got yo friends all in yo ear sayin that Im bad
And you keep on listenin it make me mad
Keep on reminiscing make me want to slide
It seem like that you sold your heart for a bag
[Chorus]
I cant get over my pain
Make you feel better
Fuck with niggas I know
Wont make you feel better
This is a lifestyle that I live
Fuckin with these different bitches
And you tryna break my heart
Fuckin with these different niggas
You know you cant get over me
You know you cant get away from me
You know bitches dont play with me
You know you know
[Verse 2]
Fuck this shit
You broke my heart so many times I was like fuck a bitch
I just wanna get the money nigga for the fuck of it
Fuck them other niggas that you fuck with I dont fuck with them
Tell your brother stay from around me cause I dont fuck with him
They dont really want no war with me it aint enough of them
You barely kinky but you a slut for him
You aint even that mean, but you tough for him
You had me soft I couldnt function it
Only gave me pussy, wasnt suckin it
I heard the rumors who you fuckin with
I wish I found out sooner that you a dirty bitch
Back to the basics, lets speak facts
I was with you when I was sippin act
I doped you up you has menthol swag
Square, I dont ever wanna see yo ass
Yea, I know imma dog that shit aint fair
Thought Ill be mad I dont even care
Now I put my new bitch on the Lear
Diamonds in the air like chandeliers
If she around then Im aware
You say only him, you lyin again
Bluetooth in the coupe you need to pair
That hoe shit was in the air
If your friends a ho then yous a ho
Wherever you go I know they go
Dont follow your dream you follow bankrolls
Yo ass so fake thought you was ten toes
[Chorus]
I cant get over my pain
Make you feel better
Fuck with niggas I know
Wont make you feel better
This is a lifestyle that I live
Fuckin with these different bitches
And you tryna break my heart
Fuckin with these different niggas
You know you cant get over me
You know you cant get away from me
You know bitches dont play with me
You know you know
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![Rod Wave - Tombstone (Lyrics)
Rod Wave - Tombstone (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
[Intro]
Damn, this motherfucker too crazy, Saucii
Let that shit ride, Eighty8
When the shit over, its over
I dont know whats after or, you know
[Verse]
I keep my gun in my drawers, ducking the sad news (Oh yeah)
My phone say seven missed calls, I know its bad news
This life had left me so scarred, Im knowing thats true
Remember times got so hard, I got it tattoed (So hard)
I aint did no shows but made some bread (Yeah)
I gotta keep the family fed (Yeah, yeah)
Look, just talked to pops about the feds
I aint gon lie, he had me scarеd, uh
I feel em coming, nigga (Yeah)
Ill keep on running, nigga (Yeah)
If wе go down bad, keep it a hundred, nigga
My girl all in my ear screaming, Spend some time
I promise Ill be here when I can get some time
Right now, I got to get whats mine (For sure)
Ill be thuggin til the end of time
And fuck these niggas cause they lame
Since they love saying my name
Make sure you write the truest in the motherfucking game
[Chorus]
On my tombstone when they bury me
By the river, they will carry me
Finally, Ill be resting in peace
Finally, finally
Ill get to fly away, somewhere, someday
Fuck these niggas cause they lame
Since they love saying my name (Yeah)
Make sure you write the truest in the game
On my tombstone when they bury me (Yeah)
By the river, they will carry me (Yeah)
Finally, Ill be resting in peace (Oh yeah)
Finally, finally, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
(You know what I’m saying, I don’t really know what I’m saying, I don’t know what’s after this shit)
Finally, finally (Everybody think they know but fuck it, I sleep on the floor)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (This shit comes with a lot, it’s a lot of pressure, I’m a young nigga though)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
On my tombstone when they bury me (Believe that man, I’m a hustler)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, on my tombstone when they bury me, yeah oh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, finally Ill be resting in peace
Finally, finally, on my tombstone when they bury me
By the river, they will carry me, Ill be resting in peace
Finally, finally, yeah
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![Yungeen Ace - Step Harder (Lyrics)
Yungeen Ace - Step Harder (Lyrics)
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Lyrics:
Fuck nigga, yeah
You know they hate to see Im still alive out here, Im still out here, nigga
Yeah, you gotta come step harder when you steppin, nigga
He said when he catch me, he gon shake somethin
But when ATK spin, its a murder one
We got Dracos, we got Tommy guns
Im ten toes down, I wont ever run
But them niggas pussy as a bitch, I told them niggas step harder
Up the price up on my head, I told them bitches step harder
You sent your bitch to try to set me up, you better step harder
Riding round in an Uber, bitch, you better move smarter
Swinging round in that jungle, I be out there head first
Hit him four times in the chest, make a nigga head burst
Jacksonville police tryna lock me up for what I said in my verse
I dont give a fuck, bitch, Im a stepper, and Ima kill that bitch first
Kids will be mad when them niggas aint out when we slide through
You claim you on the block, thats not true
I was mad when he died and not you
Braggin when I got shot like that was you
Boy, you pussy as a bitch, you shot who?
Im still undefeated I cant lose
Since you want to be famous, put his ass in the news
Im Handy Manny way Im strapped with the tool
Stop all that flaggin, I let you have it
Speak on my name, you could die too
When the AR bullet starts flying, he frozed up, he aint know what to do
So when that bitch die, he die confused
I follow them codes cause I know what to do
I told my bitch need to still go to school
[?] have them killers outside for you
He said when he catch me, he gon shake somethin
But when ATK spin, its a murder one
We got Dracos, we got Tommy guns
Im ten toes down, I wont ever run
But them niggas pussy as a bitch, I told them niggas step harder
Up the price up on my head, I told them bitches step harder
You sent your bitch to try to set me up, you better step harder
Riding round in an Uber, bitch, you better move smarter
Swinging round in that jungle, I be out there head first
Hit him four times in the chest, make a nigga head burst
Jacksonville police tryna lock me up for what I said in my verse
I dont give a fuck, bitch, Im a stepper, and Ima kill that bitch first
When that pressure applied you aint never outside
You talking that shit like you ready to die
Got shooters on go when I tell them to slide
They feel like calling you dyke when you hide
Dont come around me if you aint ready to die
One in the head right now it can go down
Some niggas outside of your car right now
Even for my chain Ill shut this bitch down
Tony Montana, Im ready for war
Stepped on that boy, you dont know what I saw
You can run but you cant run far
Murder one its the same rod
Different body you cant tell apart
Bitch the Glock we gon hit em hard
You think Im a bitch Im gonna shoot him in his shit
My hands play defense and they love the licks
He said when he catch me, he gon shake somethin
But when ATK spin, its a murder one
We got Dracos, we got Tommy guns
Im ten toes down, I wont ever run
But them niggas pussy as a bitch, I told them niggas step harder
Up the price up on my head, I told them bitches step harder
You sent your bitch to try to set me up, you better step harder
Riding round in an Uber, bitch, you better move smarter
Swinging round in that jungle, I be out there head first
Hit him four times in the chest, make a nigga head burst
Jacksonville police tryna lock me up for what I said in my verse
I dont give a fuck, bitch, Im a stepper, and Ima kill that bitch first
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