Wiz Khalifa - O.T.T.R Lyrics Ft Curren$y & Big Sean

Wiz Khalifa - O.T.T.R Lyrics Ft Curren$y & Big Sean

New dope hip-hop released by Wiz Khalifa titled "O.T.T.R" via his official twitter. The song features finally famous rapper Big Sean and jetsgo Curren$y. Song produced by Big Jerm with all three emcees going hard on this backdrop. I don't know what the abbreviation means but this song is hella good!

These O.T.T.R Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. O.T.T.R video recorded by Wiz Khalifa is located above.

chorus

they saying, it’s bout time some real niggas made it
and when i go outside they sayin’ i’m famous
and some don’t understand but listen close and you’ll find out
i’m running through the ground, you smell the kush when i ride out
i’m moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
i travel across seas where women are gorgeous
and niggas know it’s us, we make it tough to mistake it
just let me roll it up and when it’s stuffed we blaze it
then we off to the races

wiz khalifa

starsky and hutch minus the fuzz
me and spitta stick together like… huh!
cotton and mud, some chicks countin’ up buds
mouth got cotton prol from the drug
lot of pot in my process love?
don’t hate a nigga cause i’m blessed
judge me by my progress bruh!
i obsess with every dollar i get
f-ck you think we made it out the projects for
the object is to make money and get the most from it
and more money, cause more money aint enough of it
i know niggas who had money and let it go to nothing
just blow money and aint got nothin to show for it
that’s f-cking stupid!
same as my diamonds and the fact i’m buying all this new shit
made a million a way a nigga grind’ll be a blueprint
i’m talkin’ champagne shit
audemar tailor made shit
look at my jackets, say “hand made” bitch

chorus

they saying, it’s bout time some real niggas made it
and when i go outside they sayin’ i’m famous
and some don’t understand but listen close and you’ll find out
i’m running through the ground, you smell the kush when i ride out
i’m moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
i travel across seas where women are gorgeous
and niggas know it’s us, we make it tough to mistake it
just let me roll it up and when it’s stuffed we blaze it
then we off to the races

curren$y

and i’ma pimp c
leaning in my ride like i bun b
sittin’ tall on my chrome seat but i’m blowin the c?
my girl in the sheet fast asleep
i’m in the street after the chedder
peddlin’ melodies, purchasin’ better things
on the road to the riches i done drove over n-ggas
my n-gga we major, we been major since independant
made it to what they sayin, we made it but we aint handed
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we too busy gettin it
hound dog sniffin’ it out
twistin’ a whole pound celebratin’ the fact that
them wack fools had it but this here’s the take back
and them haters can’t hate that
salute me from across a crowded club
homie, i take that as love
real n-gga shit the only thing i’m dealing with slim
bitch you know that i’m the only reason you still in this club
get out the corner of my eye and get in this truck

chorus

they saying, it’s bout time some real niggas made it
and when i go outside they sayin’ i’m famous
and some don’t understand but listen close and you’ll find out
i’m running through the ground, you smell the kush when i ride out
i’m moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
i travel across seas where women are gorgeous
and niggas know it’s us, we make it tough to mistake it
just let me roll it up and when it’s stuffed we blaze it
then we off to the races

big sean

yellin’ “suck a dick or die hoe”
see your main bitch is my side hoe
smokin’ top shelf on the top flo’
i’m a boss bitch
i take my time and get a pronto?
you probably f-ckin’ around doing some shit i aint got time fo’
p-ssy boy!
f-ck you and your hoe anatomy bitch
my nuclear like an academy bitch
it’s finally famous the faculty bitch
killin’ these niggas no casualties
money and weed is a real nigga salary
man, these rappers sound like me and
honestly that shit is so flattering bitch
(thank you, thank you, thank you)
you want me to slip up and fall
crash, burn, but i just keep pissin’ them off
i got movies to make
i got women to call
i got deals on the table
i can’t be dealin’ with y’all
(nigga)
rather crash parties and burn money
and if you pick the ashes up you still can’t earn from me
bottom line is, i never wait in line bitch
and i’m rollin’ king kush, i’m your royal highness

chorus

they saying, it’s bout time some real niggas made it
and when i go outside they sayin’ i’m famous
and some don’t understand but listen close and you’ll find out
i’m running through the ground, you smell the kush when i ride out
i’m moving at top speed, my engine is foreign
i travel across seas where women are gorgeous
and niggas know it’s us, we make it tough to mistake it
just let me roll it up and when it’s stuffed we blaze it
then we off to the races

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Song Information:

Title: O.T.T.R

Artist: Wiz Khalifa

Length: 5:54

Type: Full

Album: N/A

Genre: Rap

Producer: Big Jerm

Featured Artists: Currensy, Big Sean

DJ Khaled - Future Lyrics Ft Ace Hood, Meek Mill, Big Sean, Wale & Vado

DJ Khaled - Future Lyrics Ft Ace Hood, Meek Mill, Big Sean, Wale & Vado

Big collaborations from DJ Khaled's upcoming 2011 album "We The Best Forever". A song included in the album is titled "Future" and it features powerhouse Ace Hood, Meek Mill, Big Sean, Wale and Vado. All of them gone hard on this 5 and a half minute dope.

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dj khaled

i am the streets, the future
i introduce you to ace hood, meek mills
big sean, wale, vado, this the future
they gettin' money, they makin' hit records
they hustlin'

ace hood

okay now khaled told me kill 'em
he just told me kill 'em
100 for the beamer
kudos for the dealer
murder, bet i wrote it
kudos to the killer
chevy sittin' crooked
keep the reggie miller
i'm a motherfuckin' beast
see me in your sleep
nightmare on any street
swear i will mark any beat
spread this to the industry
lyrics like a chopper piece
flow right through your fitted t
pull this through with chemistry
hottest nigga 'round, they saying
greatness is my tendency
no such thing as sympathy
more money, my remedy, pockets on, heavy d
bitch i'm hot, 3rd degree, whip i drive? owned by me
wrists in the air, anti-freeze, can it be?
i'm who you dying to be'
last of a dying breed, i'm siamese
twin pistol shooter nigga like a 7b
big dog, get it, you still on your pedigree
yeah, fly nigga with some stupid swag
dead faces keep my money in the body bag
and the g-u-t-t-a, hop in the whip and i gotta get paid
fuck them bitches, ain't trying to get laid
walk in my house you can meet my maid
and you give a damn you can push that lac
push that benz on, push that lane, hop to the whip, no top on mine
niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys
real nigga shit, don't tell no lie
i been paying my secret client, talk to chuck, what i resign
claim your house, about to sign

meek mill

we the muthafuckin best
word to my mama
wild presidential, got me feeling like obama
all i want is change
and my niggas they wanted the same
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i wanted the money
and never the fame
i turned into something they never became
through all the rain, i kept my flame
and i kept burning and its my turn and
real nigga my hood confirm it
now its 6 2's on closed curtains
and that maybach, let me take em way back
when i was starving that was payback
nigga where that cake at?
i wan't y'all to see now
i feel that love, i feel that hate
i put it to your mug, you gon faint
when that thing gon fly
got a little kick, but it ain't no tire
? are ready, but they ain't gon ride
let me go hard like i ain't gonna die
meek mill!

big sean

do it! ok
smoke until i ain't got no lungs
got it going down, no teeth
i call it "speaking tongues"
do it! do it!
now you speaking my language
when they twist and talk with they fingers
man this ain't no sign language
fresh out of the ashes it's a
detroit fucking classic from when
mm got the masses. trick trick got them passes
bitch i'm from the motor, motor
yeah that motor be the fastest
bitch, they call it motor city
cause i'm most likely to crash
fuck it! good thing i got a chauffeur..
going broke? no sir!
bitch i'm a rap game stylist, because i gave the rap game style bitch
but i overshine
told em it's the quarter so i guess
we're going overtime. dumb high, dumb high
westside, bitch. i run mine
i'm rolling around in my old school, i feel like the alumni
fucking hoes, no strings attached
so don't ask me why they strung out
i'm like jordan to you niggas
i might need to stick my tongue out
she wiggled and wobble/bobbled
then landed on my throttle
bitch, i might make you my baby
and even buy you a bottle
that's how they talk to you?
? people like versace
my pockets got paper on paper
this shit just look like a novel
100 thousand worth of ice on me now..
but it don't feel half as good
as grandma saying she's proud..

wale

forever dedicated, my poetic genius
something they close to seeing
tell em they close, they scheming
you poser niggas ain't supposed to be here
we don't believe ya. y'all run them ?
we put a wreath on niggas' careers
we the best, khaled
no need to stress, khaled
know there's a lot of artists
but i got the best palette
multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others
murray the winner, you think he really
nelson mandela
that's fire though. one time for the 305, though
that hydro make me tired, yo
my kickin be so tai bo!
my balance be so tight rope
that's hard to find
hold the dough for me, i'm maestro, shiit
that white whip shit
on the side, wrists slit
suicide shit, you can by shit if you write this shit
right this minute, they say i'm buzzing hard
my driver's out of this world, you playing
bumper cars. you niggas under cause
you should be unemployed
all you smokers reggie, ? making a bunch of noise
who gon tell me that i ain't going?
young folarin, you see them puters
that was my influence

vado

the time was felt
turning to ground zero
kicking like reggie jackson, nicki barnes
their hero, as i play ?
corleone like bob dinero
been through it here though
don't move with the weirdos
dress pimpin like ?
your house is on west and 4th
mine is on west 6th
while i ride this mazerati

As you notice, we don't have the full precise DJ Khaled Ft Ace Hood, Meek Mill, Big Sean, Wale & Vado - Future Lyrics. But if you happen to have some parts or maybe the full lyrics, please put it on the comment below or submit the lyrics directly. You can also suggest songs that are not in this blog yet.

Song Information:

Title: Future

Artist: DJ Khaled

Length: 5:36

Type: Full

Album: We The Best Forever

Genre: Rap

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: Ace Hood, Meek Mill, Big Sean, Wale, Vado

Wale - FIRST CLASS Lyrics Ft Big Sean & B.o.B.

Wale - First Class Lyrics Ft Big Sean & B.o.B.

Another dope collaboration has been released by rapper Wale, together with Big Sean and B.o.B. The track is titled "First Class" and it will appear on DJ Holiday's "We Working" album. Wale talks about how he really is a hard worker when it comes to his music. Big Sean on the other hand talks about his Good Life and on his way to become a First Class. And finally B.o.B. explains what are his goals and greatest successes in life. Their dope raps plus a classic beat makes this killer song.

These First Class Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. First Class video recorded by Wale is located above.

chorus

fell asleep in first class
hoes callin’ my phone but f-ck it
i get to ‘em when i land
and i aint tryna land cause time is money
so while you worry bout the hoes, i kill shows
and bag more clothes
it’s polo: check
these jordan 4′s: check
these women know, what i’m on
(what i’m on)

wale

look, doing life from the 36th floor
tryna renovate the game, i aint happy with the score
hol’ up
insubordinate for good reason
as i coordinate the perfect feature
uhh, a working genius, a work of art
thats how i see it
cause i can bring you to your dreams like salvia
holiday season, obama’s good neighbour
i aint talkin to neither but got comma’s in my statement
my bitches f-ck me good
in the morning make me bacon
and even when i make ‘em, mad still make em naked
and i don’t take no dames out
i just spit my game out
she don’t give her nigga head cause i f-ck all her brains out
hey, thats cold blooded
hey, these hoes love it
roll up was $4, doja was four hundred
dolce gabbana stuntin’
a young nigga love it
why ya’ll be gettin’ mad
we only gettin’ money

chorus

fell asleep in first class
hoes callin’ my phone but f-ck it
i get to ‘em when i land
and i aint tryna land cause time is money
so while you worry bout the hoes, i kill shows
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and bag more clothes
it’s polo: check
these jordan 4′s: check
these women know, what i’m on
(what i’m on)

big sean

okay today i was the freshest in my area
freshest in the neighbourhood
freshest in america
f-ckin bitches chasing paper
i feel like i’m alterior
boi, i’m historical
i cause the hysteria
ok, whats a better accessory?
my all gold rolly or the bitch thats standing next to me
or the one in front of me
or the chick leaving
lightin’ reef up like it’s the holiday season
woah there, woah there, these niggas can’t f-ck with me
they too little
i’m animal you can’t talk to me
unless you are dr dolittle
welcome, we-welcome to the good life
heard you had a bad day, well lets make it a good night
but they say we aint big
turn us to a suge knight
lets swim in alcohol and hop up on that red-eye kush flight
and when i’m old, i’ll probably die getting some head
i’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs
b-i, boi, boi…

chorus

fell asleep in first class
hoes callin’ my phone but f-ck it
i get to ‘em when i land
and i aint tryna land cause time is money
so while you worry bout the hoes, i kill shows
and bag more clothes
it’s polo: check
these jordan 4′s: check
these women know, what i’m on
(what i’m on)

b.o.b

from my shell toes to my brim brim
i’m an old soul with my pimp limp
i roll up and i sip sip
whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip
but we stay cool, we don’t miss miss
through the grapevine yeah they diss diss
when they feel safe on some bitch shit
i’m first class on my trip trip
with two chicks, sadistic
we touch down in moscow and take flicks like click click
she so hysterical, she say my life aint regular cause
i be doing rich shit, you know, baller shit, etc

chorus

fell asleep in first class
hoes callin’ my phone but f-ck it
i get to ‘em when i land
and i aint tryna land cause time is money
so while you worry bout the hoes, i kill shows
and bag more clothes
it’s polo: check
these jordan 4′s: check
these women know, what i’m on
(what i’m on)

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Song Information:

Title: First Class

Artist: Wale

Length: 3:34

Type: Full

Album: We Working

Genre: Rap

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: Big Sean, B.o.B.

Big Sean - 100 Keys Lyrics Ft Rick Ross & Pusha T

Big Sean - 100 Keys Lyrics Ft Rick Ross & Pusha T

Another track from the Finally Famous album. Rappers on this track did a great job but Pusha T's the one who's go hard. Catch this new collaboration headed by Big Sean in his brand new album. The song titled "100 Keys" is actually a recycle of an old classic.

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Song Information:

Title: 100 Keys

Artist: Big Sean

Length: 3:49

Type: Full

Album: Finally Famous

Genre: Rap Hip Hop

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: Rick Ross, Pusha T

Soulja Boy - Love Money Lyrics Ft Big Sean

Soulja Boy - Love Money Lyrics Ft Big Sean

More Big Sean tracks are coming out as his album Finally Famous is in near release. Anyhow, his collaboration with SODMG rapper Soulja Boy has been released and it is titled "Love Money".

These Love Money Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Love Money video recorded by Soulja Boy is located above.

[Hook]
Yes i do love money keep
My hope look stunning
Let them work them honeys
Keep them where i want them
Yes i do love money keep
Yes i do love money keep
Yes i do love money keep
My hope look stunnin
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Yes i do love money keep
Yes i do love money keep
Yes i do love money keep
My hope look stunnin
Nothin but them honeys
Nothin but them honeys
Nothin but them honeys

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Song Information:

Title: Love Money

Artist: Soulja Boy

Length: 4:48

Type: Full

Genre: Rap Hip Hop

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: Big Sean

Big Sean - High Lyrics Ft Wiz Khalifa & Chiddy Bang

Big Sean - High Lyrics Ft Wiz Khalifa & Chiddy Bang

A Finally Famous album track, this new song titled "High" features Taylor Gang Wiz Khalifa and rappers of Chiddy Bang. I think this Big Sean's new album is not bad but just contains awesome tracks!

These High Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. High video recorded by Big Sean is located above.

[Big Sean]
I don’t give a fuck about anything, that you’re telling me
Cause right now it’s all, irrelevant
I’m so high I won’t, remember it
And I wish that this could last forever
But maybe one night is even better
Real nigga mayne
All the people plotted with
Is the same ones I’m dividin’ the profits with
Now I’m in the building like two planes bitch
Kickin’ it with my shirt off, on some Liu Kang shit
Sleep with the sun up like I grew fangs bitch
I come alive in the night, on some Bruce Wayne shit
Livin’ my life, gettin’ high payments
Fuckin’ with some new broads and they high maintenance
And they wearin’ high heels, trip so we’re high heels
Tipsy and high, rollin’ zips, gettin’ high man errthang’ high

[Chorus]
High, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang’ high, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang’ high, high, high, high, high, high
It’s time to go, it’s time to go, it’s time to go, it’s time to go
It’s time to go, go

[Verse 2]
I don’t give a fuck about anything, that you’re telling me
Cause right now it’s all, irrelevant
I’m so high I won’t, remember it
Cause’ the penthouse 90 floors up
Make love andthen join the mile high club
Yeah I’m on camera, fresh out of a sex scene
I just turn all my nightmares into wet dreams
I’m in a new crib, so big, I’m talkin’ town size
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Sippin’ somethin’ cold, smokin’ weed by the pound size
Yeah I gotta big head ho, I think it’s crown size
Bitch I do it big, and I never plan to down size
People who talk shit, is feelin’ like dickheads
Saw me on the web like I had a extra six legs
Lookin’ at my highlights
With a bitch with highlights
Crowd wavin’ at me, all tryna’ say hi right
Everything high

[Chorus]
High, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang’ high, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang’ high, high, high, high, high, high
It’s time to go, it’s time to go, it’s time to go, it’s time to go
It’s time to go, go

[Wiz Khalifa]
If you roll one up, I’mma roll one too
Oh you sayin’ you don’t smoke ?
Well that’s all that we do
You be up in the club
I be up in the clouds
Ohhh, don’t gotta ask me if I burn enough cause’ we don’t run out
Blow it by the o, even my fans smoke it
Cause’ they throw it at my shows
Hidin’ it when I travel in case the police gotta know
Rollin’ it up in traffic
Make you smoke out of a bong, put you on different hashes
My chick is the baddest, my spliff is the fattest
I’m livin’ so lavish
Gotta patch a lil kid tryna’ get at this cabbage
My pinky ring a V8, I filled it with carrots
I’m popeye with spinach, till’ the day I die I’m gettin’ high

[Chorus]
High, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang’ high, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang’ high, high, high, high, high, high
It’s time to go, it’s time to go, it’s time to go, it’s time to go
It’s time to go, go

I don’t give a fuck about anything, that you’re telling me
Cause right now it’s all, irrelevant
I’m so high I won’t

[Chiddy Bang]
I’m fly, my . . . on priceline
Truthfully I want this shit to last a lifetime
Simply amazing, we blazin’ while we just right rhymes
Cold flow, ice time, breakin’ down bright pines
Enough with all the beefin’ I’m over it
Outta town kush, but they smokin’ that local shit
I always knew that I would be the man
They ride the greyhound, but I’m more a peter pan, we the fam
Off the scale, yeah we about to break the richter quick
Loud years, work a thousand words we should picture shit
When I come to smokin’ we have a certificate
I know them haters is wishin’ we fakin’, licorice
Fuck it we up, my niggas strong, give me another l
I need a high class chich that I might travel well
She familiar with fendi, comfortable in the chanel
And you errthang’ high when you livin’ swell

[Chorus]
High, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang’ high, high, high, high, high, high
Errthang’ high, high, high, high, high, high
It’s time to go, it’s time to go, it’s time to go, it’s time to go
It’s time to go, go

As you notice, we don't have the full precise Big Sean Ft Wiz Khalifa & Chiddy Bang - High Lyrics. But if you happen to have some parts or maybe the full lyrics, please put it on the comment below or submit the lyrics directly. You can also suggest songs that are not in this blog yet.

Song Information:

Title: High

Artist: Big Sean

Length: 4:21

Type: Full

Album: Finally Famous

Genre: Rap

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: Wiz Khalifa, Chiddy Bang

Big Sean - Marvin Gaye & Chardonnay Lyrics Ft Roscoe Dash & Kanye West

Big Sean - Marvin Gaye & Chardonnay Lyrics Ft. Roscoe Dash & Kanye West

Brand new official studio version of Marvin Gaye & Chardonnay which Big Sean and Kanye West performed on NYC few days ago. Hope this goes with Sean's "Finally Famous".

These Marvin Gaye & Chardonnay Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Marvin Gaye & Chardonnay video recorded by  is located above.

[Chorus]
Early in the morning
When she’s all alone
I’mma take my time
Do it how we want it
Just to set the mood, girl I bought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up
Yeaaah

She love the way I’m doing it
So GOOD she wont put my tattoo on it
Bottom line is, you the finest
Gave you a new name (whats that, whats that, whats that?)
My bitch
Hold up, hol’ up, woah there
Lets capture this moment if I ? than I own it
? Want it every mornin’
And Patronin’ girl, we grownin’
Waddup, got me feeling like a kid with the street lights on
Street lights on?
You know I got it going til it’s…

[Chorus]
Early in the morning
When she’s all alone
I’mma take my time
Do it how we want it
Just to set the mood, girl I bought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
Just let the song play
The long way
The strong way
It’s our day
It’s our way
This was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

[Kanye West]
Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up
Talk to the, talk to the hand
You talking to a grown ass man
It’s like, way way way too much in your pants for us not to make the bed squeak
(There goes the bed sheets)
Err’ybody rip the swag off
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‘Fore I rip the tag off
Why my pants sag off, cause I’m rappin’ my ass off
Flow so ugly, money so handsome
This the f-cking anthem, get it, the f-cking anthem

[Chorus]
Early in the morning
When she’s all alone
I’mma take my time
Do it how we want it
Just to set the mood, girl I bought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
Just let the song play
The long way
The strong way
It’s our day
It’s our way
This was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

[Kanye West]
I don’t really wanna uhh… talk too much
But you love it when I talk like I lost it
And I love how you look when ya blazin’
And I swear you turn at least half asian
And we ’bout to have a liason
She cool, get head with her shades on
You should just go and throw a cape on
And it’s just so amazing
So amazing
So amazing

[Big Sean]
Take it to the car, bloop, bloop, that shit look like I’m speed racing
Leave em with me, it’ll boost your reputation
Westside is where I’m stationed
Spend all night, just champagne tasting
Aint no rest girl, lets just pace it til its…

[Chorus]
Early in the morning
When she’s all alone
I’mma take my time
Do it how we want it
Just to set the mood, girl I bought some Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
Just let the song play
The long way
The strong way
It’s our day
It’s our way
This was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

And this was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay

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Song Information:

Title: Marvin Gaye & Chardonnay

Artist: Big Sean

Length: 3:53

Type: Full

Album: Finally Famous

Genre: Rap

Featured Artists: Kanye West, Roscoe Dash

Big Sean - Not Good Enough Lyrics

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Title: Not Good Enough

Artist: Big Sean

Length: 3:05

Genre: Rap

Kirko Bangz - What Yo Name Iz Remix Lyrics Ft Big Sean, Wale, Bun B

Kirko Bangz - What Yo Name Iz Remix Lyrics Ft Big Sean, Wale, Bun B

Official remix of Kirko Bangz's What Yo Name Iz single has just been leaked. This remix features one of the bestest rappers Bun, Big Sean and Wale.

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Girl what it do I’m coming home with you
Your girlfriend tripping on you, you can bring her too
Your bra over here, no panties under there
Got you biting on your lips baby while I pull your hair
And she kissing on your navel, come give me that heylow
All up in my jeans, and I’ma hit her with that stay flow
Hard dick Kirko in her walls Naeko baby I’m a leo and I think that she’s a virgo
And you know who I am, cause you know this my jam
I got your girl tripping, my voice make her wet
She say I make her shiver, and I ain’t even there
She in love with a nigga and we ain’t even met

All I wanna know girl what your name is?
I see them other niggers they be on that lame shit
And I can take of you and them girls you came with
But first you gotta tell me what you fucking name is
What your name is girl? What your name is?
What your name is? What your fucking name is?
What your name is? Tell me what your name is?
And I am so cooler than them dudes that you came with

I’ma treat you like my whip, hop in and let me test drive
Throw it in reverse, then put it in the sex drive
Bitch you know my name, throw money cause I make you boomerang
My dick the finish line, she racing for my drawers
I unbuckle my belt, now give me a head start
Yeah, I’m living right, these niggas dead wrong
She sucks my dick while I’m on the car, I just call the headphone
Like damn, are you the shit, you do it so well
You do it so well, I’ma throw some change and make a wish
Fuck around and pay the rent, let’s go in my car and fake the tent
Yeah the windows clear as day but we fuck like it’s 8%

All I wanna know girl what your name is?
I see them other niggers they be on that lame shit
And I can take of you and them girls you came with
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But first you gotta tell me what you fucking name is

Don’t know her name, those ain’t really important
I heard that loves forever, my love gonna be much shorter
I intend to hit it, twist it, till a man can’t feel those borders
I intend hook it, I’ma book it so much you don’t need no border
Foreplay rewarding her on a long day
Though you’re my sidepiece, you still my entrée
I fucks with her the long way, she don’t really wanna stay
Cause I treat her like a groupie, I just fuck her like a soul mate
No kids, no ring her she do her own thing
That’s why it’s salty everywhere I swear it’s like the snow day
Ya don’t move it, See you dudes is at that slow pace
I won’t toot my own home, but I’ma cold train

All I wanna know girl what your name is?
I see them other niggers they be on that lame shit
And I can take of you and them girls you came with
But first you gotta tell me what you fucking name is

What your name is girl let me tell your mind
I’m the Trill O-G and I be out here on the grind
The game aint pretty but I'm reppin' for my city
Keep dirty money on my like my name was p diddy
They call me Bun Beata, you know I stay g’d up
I’m rolling with you papa on them chopper with her feet up
I’m sitting on candy I’m sipping on brandy
I’m coming down clean And man these boys can’t stand me
They mad cause they girl on my tip like tiny
I’m riding glass house so it won’t be hard to find me
My game so grimmy my rim so shiny
If you can’t get like me then boy you best get behind me

All I wanna know girl what your name is?
I see them other niggers they be on that lame shit
And I can take of you and them girls you came with
But first you gotta tell me what you fucking name is
What your name is girl? What your name is?
What your name is? What your fucking name is?
What your name is? Tell me what your name is?
Don’t know don’t know don’t know, tell me what your name is girl.

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YC - Racks Remix Lyrics

YC - Racks Remix Lyrics

This is like the biggest and longest mega remix of Racks On Racks. This new remix features rappers Young Jeezy, Wiz Khalifa, Waka Flocka, CyHi Da Prynce, Bun B, B.o.B., Yo Gotti, Wale, Cory Gunz, Dose, Cory Mo, Nelly, Twista, Big Sean, Trae and Ace Hood! This 12 minute remix will surely kill your time!

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YC!
(What you got?) Racks on racks on racks
(He got) Racks on racks on racks
(We got) Racks on racks on racks
(Leggo)
(Hey) We got racks on racks on racks
(She got) Racks on racks on racks
(They got) Racks on racks on racks

Got campaign goin’ so strong
Gettin’ brain when I’m talkin’ on the phone
Spendin’ money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin’ on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club ’bout to hear this song

We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain’t even tryna hold back

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my Trues
Iced out, okay, cool
Trapped up, know I keep that tool
That racks on racks so ma’fuckin’ fool
All around the globe, bein’ on TV
Everywhere you look, you see YC
Hatin’-ass niggas just wishin’ they were me
YC, YC, YC
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Way too big for my ma’fuckin’ jeans
I’m so fly I don’t even got wings
Eyes real low, just blame it on the green
Girl cut up, got lean on lean
That shoebox shit, over with
She put it on the rack, won’t notice it
My bank ‘count, commas all over it
Racks on racks on racks

Young Jeezy

Young, if it’s convertible, then how is it a hardtop?
Bitch, I hit one button, my roof open like a hard spot
Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock
Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart stop
Every night’s a weekend, every day’s a Friday night
You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, bitch, this just my Friday ice
’87, brick fare, yeah, I’m talkin’ thirty racks
All I sold is hundos, where the fuck my twenties at?

Wiz Khalifa

Racks on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat’s off
Lookin’ at my Rollie, ’bout thirty grand what that cost
Smoke like I’m in Cali, fuck takin’ flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin’ tattooes, we should have a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps
Just made a mill, count another mill, so put that on top of that
Way back in 2004, I told ‘em it was a wrap
Now my life ain’t my life no more, I told you, nigga, it’s a wrap
Oooh, you claim you a dog, my nigga, I’m the vet
We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check, I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent
They said “Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga”
I know it’s some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and roll another one bigger
Niggas thinkin’ they sick, well, I’m sicker
I’ma smoke my weed and I’ma drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your girl right ‘fore I dick her
Down

Waka Flocka Flame

(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!)
Bands on top of bands (Uh!), got me fuckin’ her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!)
Bad boys don’t do papers (Flex!), that was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!)
(Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) Clap two times if you druuuunk
Got a bad bitch from the U.K. (Okay!)
She do everything I say (Okay!)
Go crazy when she hear music (Grove Street!)
She got “Grove St.” on replay (Flocka!)
Got racks you don’t understand (Uh-huh)
Money long from here to Japan (Uh-huh)
Know it good when she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a trance

Got campaign goin’ so strong
Gettin’ brain when I’m talkin’ on the phone
Spendin’ money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin’ on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club ’bout to hear this song

We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain’t even tryna hold back

Cyhi The Prynce

Got racks on racks on racks, y’all rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that’s that Flacco, haaaa
I make big plays, I got big chips
Blue money like six Crips
Switch gears like stick shifts
Fresh as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, y’all flip whips
Catch us smokin’ that quick trip
Pitch piff, that’s a handspring
I like to call that a quick flip
Pull triggers like hamstrings
Boy, I’m doin’ my damn thing
Baby blood with them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I can’t sing
Got the seven on me like big jersey
Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty
I’m the best, hands down
They nicknamed me 6:30
I’m wit’ Young Dose and YC
Readell Road, that’s my street
Ask around on the Eastside
I’m the s-h-i-t

Bun B

Bun B, I’m underground king
In the candy-painted car on swang
With the top on drop and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can’t tell me a damn thang
Fifth wheel on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit stains
With the grill in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You’re on neon lights in my bank
Yeah, I rep that P-A-T
One hundred, yeah, that’s me
If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see
I’m a straight-up trill OG
In a black-on-black-on-black
Cadillac, like a Mack on clacks
Try to jack and I will attack
It’s a fact that I ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

B.o.B

Call me Bobby Ray, but it’s not two names
Flyin’ through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne
No, not bombs over Baghdad
But on the track, you can call me Hussein
That’s why they nervous, hmmm, like I’m flyin’ on the plane with a turban
But I’m fly, y’all just turbulence, exit row, emergency (Mayday!)
As a kid, I was struck by lightning, it’s no wonder I’m electrifying
Fuck a brainstorm, I’ll fuck around and cause a power outage
And it ain’t no rivals, if it was, it’d be no survivors
Just gimme a hour, I’ll light it up like an Eiffel Tower

Yo Gotti

Got bills on top of bills, scales on top of scales
I’m Mr. All White, got yell’ on top of yell’
Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know I’m wrong
Said 50 for a song, and they won’t leave me ‘lone
Gotta front me a brick, that ain’t nothin’ to you
Just ran through a ticket, there ain’t nothin’ to do
Yeah, I love these streets like I love the booth
Mr. Cocaine Music, I’m 100 proof
Got white on white on white, ice on ice on ice
And when I’m in the club it look like lights on lights on lights

Got campaign goin’ so strong
Gettin’ brain when I’m talkin’ on the phone
Spendin’ money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin’ on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club ’bout to hear this song

We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain’t even tryna hold back

Wale

Racks on racks on racks, I’m tryna smash and not call back
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might call you a cab
Yeah, ridin’ around wit’ that reefer scent, ridin’ around with Ms. Reece and them
When I’m in the groove, I can freak a tune, I’m smoother than alopecia skin
I shows out, like dope when I put that flow down
Like soap when I put my clothes on, I’m jokin’, but I be Foamed out
And all she want is more bags, but all I want is more 1s
I told her “Bring that money back” like all them racks is Nordstrom’s

Cory Gunz

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks
From the X to the MACs in the Ac, if I ain’t strapped, then the gats on scat
Then he black on ‘em like Tae Bo, then he clap on ‘em like bravo
Throw sacks on ‘em like y’all hoes, got racks on ‘em like tight hoes
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin’, I’ma bring it on home
Those Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin’ tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like four blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade
I’m the shit nowadays, so they wave, no whips, no chains, I’m a slave
Let you niggas know Milita my gang, MCN if you was thinkin’ it’s a game
See me with the twin, buck a shimmy with the gauge
Wasn’t bustin’ Jimmy, I’d be busy gettin’ paid
Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave
I be worried about chips, you be worried about the Lay’s
Bitch

Dose

Got Activist in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Frank Muller wit’ flooded ice, but I still got my brightness
In the fast lane, gettin’ slow brain in a 2012 Maserati
I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like Liu Kang, my coupe smokin’ like Friday
Puffin’ on that garlic, sick off all the Marley
Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket
Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
Nigga, you ain’t talkin’ nothin’, all in Flight Corps stuntin’
These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you can’t afford ‘em, sharper than a swordsman
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my brother

Cory Mo

Catch me in the city with the trunk on crack
Top dropped down, black on black
Fistful of wood, twisted for the good
Check my bank account, got racks on racks
Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques
Platinum and gold, you gots to love that
Posted up just like a thumbtack
Better hide ya ho, ’cause she bound to get snatched
H-Town, Texas to ATL
She got a fat ass, she prolly know me well
Keep it on the low, never kiss and tell
True player, Cory Mo cold as hell
Shows to do, got records to sell
Got a whole lotta BMI checks in the mail
If ballin’ was a crime, I’d be in jail
Locked up for double life like “What the hell?”

Got campaign goin’ so strong
Gettin’ brain when I’m talkin’ on the phone
Spendin’ money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin’ on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club ’bout to hear this song

We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain’t even tryna hold back

Nelly

Yeah, they call me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I’m crimson color painted, you can call that Alabama
I’m not from Alabama, but check out how I roll tide
He might have the same whip, but check out how I roll mine
Y’all niggas ain’t no stars, y’all only in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine somewhere ’bout Mars
I ride wit’ them boys in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, back up through the trap
But the money don’t stack, man, money overlap
Yeah, y’all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load
Two things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa sho’
Got a house on hundred acres, I’ve never seen my neighbors
A chick in ATL and from Buckhead to Decatur
Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome
Don’t lease or your mama phone talkin’ ’bout “Yo’ baby gone!”
Tell the truth, I ain’t gon’ lie, I got so many rides
Don’t know which one I’ma drive, fuck it, I’m just gon’ fly

Twista

Everybody wanna hate because I’m on, blowin’ head back, bottles by the zone
Twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way I do simp-a-ly because I like this song
When I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it from the jar
Then I blow, I’ma close out the par’, wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are
Get Money Gang steppin’ through the do’, Chi-cago, cago, cago
Anybody wanna get into it, come on and do it, for security, we gon’ make ‘em pull the flo’
Might as well get it off yo’ chest, while everybody got ammunition on deck
I don’t see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, ’cause I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see your future, finna shoot ya, I salute you if you could get at the general in my military
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury
‘Cause I manipulate your molecular structure, other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes
If you try to give it to me at the door, I just thought I had to let you know

Big Sean

(I bet your bitch call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin’, married bitches lyin’
I take ‘em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher than these motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, that shit look like it’s Raks Fifth
Man, that’s racks on racks on racks on top of packs on top of pounds
My chains is pow on pow on pow, I’m off them trees, no eye, no ow
I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows to this Benjamin Franklin power
You buy her a house, I won’t buy her a vowel, you fell in love, and I fell in her mouth
They called her Dickface, she called her connect
(Called her connect) You call her collect
I call to collect, no need for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo’ bitch gon’ fetch
(Do it!) B-i-g
And the track gon’ be aight as long as we got me
(I do it)

Trae

I’m the hood if you wondered where I’m at (Where I’m at)
In the back of a Chevy that’s all black (All black)
Racks on racks, I don’t know how to act (Act)
Track and field with the birds, I’m runnin’ ‘em like track (Track)
Free throws of money, bet you can’t blind (Blind)
King of the club, I bet you can’t top (Top)
Bitch niggas hate the fact I get guap (Guap)
Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop (Boy!)
I’m in the club, tryna show ‘em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I’m throw, it prolly take about a month (Month)
The club underwater, have ‘em runnin’ out the front
While I’m somewhere in the back, gettin’ blowed like a blunt (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell ‘em that I’m cool as hell (Cool as hell)
‘Cause it’s the case I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)
I’m a blood motherfucker, that dude’ll tell (Dude’ll tell)
Got 47 ‘neath the old-school as well (School as well)
I got lights on my wrist that’ll flash like cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign cars that I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips that I ride like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of haters lookin’, I’m knowin’ them niggas hot (Hot)
And tell ‘em that I don’t give a damn
Hard as a motherfucker, tell ‘em I was HAM
Call it what you want, I’ma do it for the fam
Yeah, that’s the type of nigga that I am

Ace Hood

Okay, I’m back off into this bitch (This bitch!)
Wit’ a cup, and it’s full of that liq’ (Hot!)
Got racks, ain’t talkin’ tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no Lego bricks (Woo!)
Hit a trick and a fiendin’ nigga got it
I keep that hottie, just look at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty bands in that King of Diamonds
Sorry, that’s just part of my hobby (Swoop!)
And I hear ‘em feelin’ my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I sold y’all copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play some hockey
I’m that nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it’ll be on your local Walmart rack
Soon

Got campaign goin’ so strong
Gettin’ brain when I’m talkin’ on the phone
Spendin’ money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain’t no clone
We at the top where we belong
Drink lean, rose, Patron
Smokin’ on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club ’bout to hear this song

We got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain’t even tryna hold back

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Big Sean - I Do It Lyrics

Big Sean - I Do It Lyrics

Here's a brand new Big Sean track that was recently played over the radio. The title is "I Do It" which is said to be produced by No. I.D. and The Legendary Traxster. The song will also be included in Sean's debut album "Finally Famous" which was made after him releasing various mixtapes. The lead single from the album was already released, you would've known it already titled "My Last"and it features R&B singer Chris Brown.

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I do it
I do it
I do it
Boi…

I waited my whole life to be the man of the hour
Really can’t lie, I was the man when I started
I will be the man when I die
Man these hoes, take your money
And I take their virginity
I’m high, I split an O in half, now it’s a parenthesis
Crazier than crazy, ape shit, retardedly stupid
I put that weed in an uhh and pass it
Yep, thats highly, you bet, okay
Oh, thats your girl
Well I don’t give a master two shits
Okay I’m westside, westside till I’m riding underneath them two lips
You gordo like Enrique, I’m toupee, I’m three-pee
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I’m looking like I’mma sweep stakes
But I treat ya girl like a cheap skate
Cause I need a crib, a big estate
I need a boat and that need a lake
I need some salmon, that need a plate
That need a chef so I feed my safe
My crew is who I’d be widdy-be-wid-it
Rose I sippity-sip-it
I’m Quagmire I f-ck hoes
My cashflow I giggy-d-gig-it
Boy, I’m cock-a-mania
The most zaniest, insaniant
Pulling up in Merced-iance
Rolling up like I’m Damian
I love girls that Arabian, Albanian, caucasian
I ride around gettin cranium cause my dick is hard as titanium
Oh boy you had your chance, you blew it (you blew it)
Stand aside and watch a real n-gga do it

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Wiz Khalifa - Gangbang Lyrics Ft Big Sean

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Big Sean - My Last Lyrics Ft Chris Brown

Big Sean Ft Chris Brown - My Last Lyrics

First collaboration of Big Sean with R&B singer Chris Brown. It's been a long time since Big Sean's trying to get the gold. It is said that this song called "My Last" is included in his "Finally Famous" album which has no tentative release date as of now.

These My Last Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. My Last video recorded by Big Sean is located above.

[Chris Brown]
Hands up in the air
I just want the
I just want the baddest bitch in the world
Right here on my lap

And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
I’mma I’mma hmm hmm, like it’s my last (boi)
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma get it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

[Big Sean]
Ok, now where that alcohol
You aint even got to ask
Cause I’mma drink it all like, like its my last
She a 7 in the face, but a 10 in the ass
She even look better by the end of my glass
See I just walked in fresher than the shirts off in this muthf-cka
Ima need a bad broad to twirk off in this muthaf-cka
I’mma go hard till it hurts off in this muthaf-cka
I’mma ball so you gotta work off in this muthaf-cka
The work, and I can get you anything you want
I could, I could, I could put you on
See you look like Beyonce so do it like Beyon…
Do it like Beyonce and put it on Sean
Grind hard but a got a lot to show for it
Always had drive like I had to chauffeur it
My team’s so true we should get a camera crew
To follow us around and make a show for us

[Chris Brown - Hook]
And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
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I’mma I’mma hmm hmm, like it’s my last (boi)
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma get it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

[Big Sean - Verse 2]
Now, I’mma fill this glass up like it’s my last
I’mma do, do it, like its my last
I’mma spend this cash up like it’s my last
And I’mma make it last, like it’s my last
And I’m gone, can’t remember where I am
But she forget about her man when they tell her who I am
And they introduce my fan
Now she all up in space
All all up in my face like you remember who I am
Since I signed the con’, I’m Louie Vuitton shine
Up in Benny Han Han eating all the Wonton
Rose rose over a little Chandon
Put her hands down my pants now she rocking Sean John
Man I just ended up on everybody guestlist
I’m just doing better than what everybody projected
Knew that I’d be here so if you asked me how I feel
I’mma just tell you, its everything that I expected
Boi, boi

[Chris Brown]
Hands up in the air
(One time for the West side, let me see them hands..)
Hands up in the air
(Two times if you love GOOD Music)
Hands up in the air
(And three times for the baddest chick in the World who got her hands up in the air)
Hands up in the air

[Chris Brown - Hook]
And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
I’mma I’mma umm umm, like it’s my last (boi)
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma get it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

[Bridge]
Big ass bottles, Big Ice buckets
I work too hard to be ballin’ on a budget
Me and my people do it big out in public cause
Cause if you don’t do it big, you aint doing nothing

[Chris Brown - Hook]
And I’mma hit this drink up like it’s my last
I’mma hit this night up like it’s my last
I’mma I’mma umm umm, like it’s my last (boi)
Swear I’mma, swear I’mma get it like
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all
Like I never had it at all all all all, all all all all

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Song Information

Title: My Last

Artist: Big Sean

Length: 4:41

Type: Full audio

Album: Finally Famous

Genre: RnB

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: Chris Brown