Ace Hood - Double Cup Lyrics (Ft. Bun B & Kirko Bangz)

Double Cup Lyrics by Ace Hood Ft. Bun B & Kirko Bangz

OK now purple stuff in my styrofoam
Sippin’ slow while they blowin’ strong
All I need is my dirty sprite
All I need is her super dome
Drapped up & I’m dripped out
K-dup and my pistol out
Bad bitch, she thick as fuck
And I’m tryna see what that pussy ’bout

Bust it open for a real nigga
Bust it open for a trill nigga
Touchdown, What up H-Town?
Lonley the Pimp this ones for you!
Bun B my nigga Thrae The Truth
Still in the Coupe when I’m double deuce
Still in the Hood on that purple food
You better know what I’m sippin’ ain’t grape juice

I be floatin through the city, let my chain swang
Hoy you living young nigga? Tryna maintain
Get money, Fuck lames
All my lil niggas on the same page
Spittin’ racks when I’m up in nema’s
Gimme head, she gon’ catch the semen
Hatin’ on me? Nigga so what
Know what? (Pour up)

Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (I said it) (x3)
F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it
Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (pour up) (x3)
F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it

Gangsta nigga, I’m ’bout it
I’m Trill as fuck so don’t doubt it
Tell me whats the happs
Cuz you know I’m strapped
A nigga never leave home with out it
I’m posted up in that Cadi
I’m twisting up a big fatty
And it’s full of Dro and Imma mack your hoe
And you know she callin’ me daddy

I’m a Trill OG and I earned it
That G-Code, nigga I learned it
So when I saw the dough they had for me bro
I just grabbed the knob and I turned it
I wanted bread so I chased it
And I got so close I could taste it
Then I played the deck and got my respect
So nigga I’m the King now just face it

I’m in the house and I’m chillin’
My mind on cash and I’m willin’
I’m on a paper chase with no time to waste
So I give a fuck how you feelin’
I’m sideways on that buck
My setas is stitched and they tucked
You ain’t down with that
Then Imma hide your hat
And your ass would be outta luck, wassup?

Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (x3) (yuh) (hold up)
F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it
Double Cup & I’m winnin’ (already) (x3)
F-Fuck them niggas, I’m in it

Shit, Well it’s that young nigga
From the South Side, of the U.S.A
I need calimine l-lotion cuz
A nigga music bumpin’
A nigga came from nothin to sayin nevermind
To the pretty girls in the magazines
Yo girlfriend look like Maxime
My phonebook full of Billy Jean’s
Condoms made out them limousine’s

I been a fiend for that codeine
Since Martin Luther was like 13
F-fuck then Queenz cuz I’m a King
Put 5% on everything
I done threw 10 on top of 10
Bumper kit on bumper kit
Threw my last bitch on my new bitch
Then threw 10 on my fuckin git

I done came down,
Hold it down for that H-town
I’mma take the crown
Sippin’ Hen don’t fuck with crying
But I’mma just drop this 4 for 9
And free my cousin thats doing time
I’mma pay the lawyer but I hope you down
To hold it down for a real nigga
Young Kirko a young Trill nigga
(Bangz)

2 Chainz - Yuck Lyrics (Ft. Lil Wayne)

Yuck Lyrics by 2 Chainz Ft. Lil Wayne

[Intro]
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!

[Verse 1: 2 Chainz]
Uh, cut the top off, call it Amber Rose
Just bought a big body, time to paint the toes
Known to act a donkey on the camel-toe
Then take the camel-toe and turn it into casserole
2 Chainz talkin’ on the flake’s phone
Poof! Just like that the whole check gone
Former posturepedic I was slept on
So many chains on it look like my neck gone
My girl came through and brought an extra body
Now that’s an after party for the after party
Two-gun game, all black Ferrari
His and her Armani, put it in a tonic
And yeah, the bread good if the head good
Before benihana’s it was canned goods
Before canned goods it was similac
I’m from where they send sharks then we send ‘em back
A half a million dollars worth of crack money
Wrap your parents up, now you got a black mommy
Yeah I did it, true to my religion
Two guns on me, both with extensions
If you on the pole, play your position
I got enough dough to pay your tuition
Corduroy trues, with the skull cap
I just woke up, tell me where the drugs at
And after the drugs, where the girls at
And after the guns, where the love at
And if it ain’t no love, I’m like fuck that
Nigga I’m so dope, you could catch a fuckin’ contact

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Good weed, bad bitch
Got these hoes on my dick like Brad Pitt
Woah, I seen it all before
The bitch got a man, but she schemin’ on the low
How it go? It go, fuck them other niggas cause I’m down for my niggas
My homies got the blickers, automatics no clickers
Huh? Codeine, no liquor
Man, life is a bitch, mine is a gold digger
I’m fucked, let’s fuck
She said she on her period, I said, “Yuck”
I called another bopper, I beat it like a copper
Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch

[Verse 3: 2 Chainz]
I got the chopper for the correspondence
The codeine got me standin’ horizontal
I had enough of the broken promises
So I’m in a room full of Pocahontas-es
And this shit is of the meat rack
Weed sack, big car, layin’ with my seat back
We next, weed never left, holla, we back
All this ice on my and my niggas playing freeze tag
Lord forgive me, this my fourth foreign
If you baby daddy lame, you should forewarn him
I come through with the yapper on
Turn that nigga into hot bologna
I’m the type of nigga cop a Rollie, cop a benz, cop a two
Then wear it all to Church, nigga Hallelu’
Uh, I’m from the trap where the block’ll pay you
Me and my nigga pass your ho like a hot potato
I be like you could get her, he be like you could get her
I be like you could have her, he be like you could have her
He be like, it don’t matter, I be like, me neither
Uh, my old school got twenty-sixes on it
And I got you girl kissin’ on me

[Hook]

[Outro]
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck Daddy! Yuck!
Yuck-yuck-yuck Daddy!
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper
Two big chain, one big chopper, bitch

2 Chainz - Love Dem Strippers Lyrics (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

Love Dem Strippers Lyrics by 2 Chainz Ft. Nicki Minaj

Verse 1:
Let’s play big bank, take little bank
You are looking at a shark in a fish tank
When I’m in the kitchen, I make plenty cash
Tell shawty come here, she got plenty a**

Chorus:
Yeah, I love them strippers (x4)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
So when I back back, I’m fronting on you niggas

(Repeat)

Verse 2:
First I back back, Louie back pack
Where’s Paris Hilton? Where’s Kat Stacks?
I’m round four with this ammunition
My camo come from Tru Religion
Them broke hoes can’t pay attention
Your cutie missing, New Edition
Mr. Telephone Man, there’s something wrong with my line
When I call my baby’s number, I get a click every time
Every line is dope, you can snort it
Working in the pot, I can make you do aerobics
I’m haterphobic, they mad cause I’m winning
They busy high and catching, mad cause I’m pinching!
All my bitches different, all my diamonds glistening!
My weed so loud, everybody listen!
They say it’s for the birds, so I bought a kilo!
My Boost Mobile chirping, it must be my amigo!

Chorus

Verse 3 (Nicki Minaj):
2 Chainz, You Fuckin’ Crazy.
Motherfuckas know I’m Fuckin’ Crazy.
Fuck wrong with these bitches lately?
Bitches better get on they knees and praise me.
Bitch I rep that Rich Gang.
Where’s Stunna? Where’s Wayne?
That’s red on my wristband, SB, Mack Maine.
Tell Tyga, lookin for this bitch called Blac Chyna.
Take a nigga bitch in a hot flash, metapause hot flash.
Yes that’s why I’m crowned Queen,
and I ain’t looking for the Prom King.
These hoes’ career’s ain’t promising.
Killing these bitches, crime scene.
Oooh, that’s how a bitch do it,
fifty black trucks gon’ follow when I pull up.
Dick shit hit you in the chin like a pull up.
My door so cocky, my door so stuck up.
Oooh, hop up out the space car.
Bitches stay pressed, I call them a spacebar.
Man I wish a bitch would, hundred-thousand dollar engine, I wish a bitch could.

2 Chainz - Ghetto Dreams Lyrics (Ft. Scarface & John Legend)

Ghetto Dreams Lyrics by 2 Chainz Ft. Scarface & John Legend

[John Legend]
My ghetto dreams always turn to ghetto nightmares
[2 Chainz: Verse 1]
At night I can’t sleep, I toss and turn
Candlesticks in the dark, I was whippin’ it hard
I was gettin’ the broads that like “who the hell is that”

2 Chainz - Like Me Lyrics (Ft. The Weeknd)

Like Me Lyrics by 2 Chainz Ft. The Weeknd

[Hook: The Weeknd]
Girl, I’m just another bird
Don’t make me make you fall in love
Don’t make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me
I swear I’m just a bird
Don’t make me make you fall in love with a nigga like me, like me

[Verse One]
They ain’t never seen a nigga like me uh
She ain’t never seen a nigga like me uh
Chance of that is unlikely
2 Chainz in my white T
I wipe her down and I pipe her down
I give my girl money to go out of town
You give your girl money to go to Niketown
And I one-night her, you must like her
Kill niggas with one-liners, all I need is one lighter
Counting so much money, I got arthritis
So cold I frostbite ‘em, no Pig Latin but I hog-tied ‘em
If she gets this business then I (make her fall in love)
With a nigga like me I’m killing this beat
Skeet skeet skeet skeet, skeet on my sheets
On top, from the back, I thundercat like (HOE!)
My girl got a big purse with a purse in it
And her pussy so clean I can go to church in it!
Oh Lord, O-M-G, I am the O-N-E
How ya like me now, it’s cool but she want more D
Moet by the fireplace, this is how desire taste and I’m bout to buy a case (Leggo)

[Hook]

[Outro]
Tell’m… yeah… album coming this summer… Def Jam… TRUUUU!

Dragonette - Live In This City Lyrics

Live In This City Lyrics by Dragonette

I started it up
Turned it over like a general motor
It comes down heavy
‘Cause i dropped i like a Tomahawk chopper

I gotta keep on doing what i’m doing
‘Cause i’m clapping my hands now
Yeah I found the lipstick that I like
So I’m walking to downtown, downtown

(Chorus)
Cause I only live in this city
in the city
I only live in the city
in the city
I like to keep the place busy and I do it for free
Cause this city can’t live without me
Can’t live without me

Me and my gang and some blonde defender
We wind it up around the center, roll it over to Camden
Just so you know that queen with the face that you call my little pony
We basically invented this place,
That’s why I’m standing them only
Stand ‘em only

(Chorus)
I only live in this city
in the city
I only live in the city
in the city
I like to keep the place busy and I do it for free
Cause this city can’t live without me
Can’t live without me

These are the candy rockers
The top of the toilet choppers
Hurray it’s the lap arouses
The high roll of phantom towers
I can’t live without
Kings of the candy rockers
You can’t live without
Top of the toilet choppers
You can’t live without
Hurray it’s the lap arouses
You can’t live without
The high roll of phantom towers
You can’t live without
In were the Indy rockers
The top of the toilet choppers
Hurray it’s the lap arouses
The high roll of phantom towers

Chorus:
I only live in this city
live in this city
I only live in the city
live in this city
I only the place busy
keep on working for free
Cause this city can’t live without me

Chorus:
I only live in this city
live in this city
I only live in the city
live in this city
I only the ṗlace busy
keep on working for free
Cause this city can’t live without me
can’t live without me
can’t live without me
can’t live without me
can’t live without me
Yeah I only live in this city
Cause this city can’t live without me

Trey Songz - Hail Mary Lyrics (Ft. Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne)

Hail Mary Lyrics by Trey Songz Ft. Young Jeezy & Lil Wayne

[Trey Songz]
(Hail Mary, Hail Mary, Hail Mary)
It’s Trigga
(Trig, what’s happenin’ nigga?)
I got that game (I got that game)
I caught a play (I caught a play)
We going long (we going long)
Do what I say (do what I say)
I’ve got my game face on (yeah, yeah, yeah)
My game face on, my game face on… yeah
I got my game face on, come on

[Young Jeezy: Verse 1]
I got my choppa in my ‘rari
In case I see my enemy
I don’t know what’s gotten into me
Tonight I’m on this Hennessy
I won’t usually do the brown
But tonight is special (special)
Sam Rothstein be my agenda, yeah my special
My 2 door is retarded, I call that bitch special-ed
I don’t even know her name, I just call her special
Another year, same haters, usual suspects
Word ’bout another nigga, I swear that shit is suspect
Keyser Soze, sold the yay’ and I got away
Hit the club, there fresh, in case I die today
Hail Mary, told her it’s the world, ain’t got shit to lose
’bout to go long, celebrate, like I’m ?

[Chorus: Trey Songz]
Hey baby you say you like it deep, hail Mary
Hey girl you know the play, hail Mary
Tonight we going long, yeeeah, we be going long
Hey huddle up, hail Mary
I ain’t tryna pump, hail Mary
Tonight we going long
We be going long, hail Mary

[Verse 2: Trey Songz]
Whatever you want I got it
Got a drop-top in my pocket
You pop it, you watch it
Keep on poppin’ and I’mma drop it
So hard to be alone
But right here at this moment you the one I want to roll so..
You got the baby baby, it’s in your hands
I’ma be the coach, I’ma let you know the plan
What’s next is, baby you and me exitin’
What now? I’ma get you naked, do a little bit of sexin’
Touch down
I wish you let me score, I’ma wanna score again
Double O, triple O, baby I’ma play to win
You say the best stuff, and see some good D
Hey girl I heard you like it deep

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Tunchi in this muthafucka
Hail mary full of grace
I dont remember her name, but I remember how her pussy taste
I go long, so long, she love the way that I put it down
Gotcha going in circles, all you gotta do is look around
I’m Mr Right and she Miss Tonight, pussy so nice gotta kiss it twice
Pussy so tight my tongue get stuck, my tongue get stuck like licking ice
Hoes call me QB, I throw that dick 2D
I told her shes the preachers wife, she said practice what you preach
She said ah me so horny, he love me long time
I say how bout 69, she say numbers dont lie
I say true you ain’t never told no lie, you ain’t never told no lie
And you know they say love is blind, so close your eyes

[Chorus]