Wiz Khalifa - Prince Of The City Freestyle Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - Prince Of The City Freestyle Lyrics

A new unreleased track by rapper Wiz Khalifa titled "Prince Of The City" was released as it turns out to be a two and a half minute dope freestyle! This was recorded before the fame and the money.

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Song Information:

Title: Prince Of The City

Artist: Wiz Khalifa

Length: 2:34

Type: Freestyle

Album: N/A

Genre: Rap

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: N/A

Wiz Khalifa - Flowers Lyrics Ft Curren$y & Big Sean

Wiz Khalifa - Flowers Lyrics Ft Curren$y & Big Sean

Another track has been dropped and it is titled "Flowers". It is another collaboration from the trio Wiz Khalifa, Curren$y and Big Sean which they previously released their O.T.T.R track.

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Chorus

We in the party burning up the weed smoke, weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant party
burning up the weed smoke (weed smoke)
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant

Wiz Khalifa

Keepin’ it G and sticking to the plan
Of gettin’ rich and burying all my money in the dessert sand
Got no stroke of luck I played my hand (played my hand)
Man I’ve been up for hours fingers tired from rollin’ every gram
ANd now my cheese aint just American
Cause I get overseas money
Every where I go somebody scream for me
Looking out the window, my hotel room in Vegas thinking
How the f-ck could you hate this
Half of these people aint real, niggas shape shift
Thats why I’m smoking OG til I’m weightless
Yeah and my homies are Taylor Gang
We rolling up papers and yeah of course they gon hate but f-ck what they say
Cause we gon stay the same
Higher than hell flyer than Delta
Niggas try and fail, I think its time you fired everyone hired to help ya
Gettin’ all this bread, wanna know why
Could tell ya, other than that

Chorus

We in the party burning up the weed smoke, weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant party
burning up the weed smoke (weed smoke)
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant

Curren$y

Yeah, OG, got third seasons of baby?
BC make cake from CD’s, mixtape shit for free
Either way I go 100%, all gang
48 minutes no bench sitting at all man
Y’all may have thought stoners would fall off schedule
But we ahead of you
Due these medical power laws preserve jaws open
Urb and ? I’m quotin’ ?
All hit pages I wrote it for your speakers to smoke it
Now pan on them lenses and focus on the dopest
in the ? see how far back I’ve been quoted
And they hoe suckas know that from Spitta they styles stolen
I aint mad though, I’m glad though
Thought I’d feel a little bit different being a dad yo
Yeah bro
Wiz smoked out the BET awards
I wrapped up my Jet Life tour
Thats why them bitches roll that weed for us

Chorus

We in the party burning up the weed smoke, weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant party
burning up the weed smoke (weed smoke)
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant

Big Sean

They wanna roll like me
Cause I’m living life like its no police
Or I’m overseas
I’m watching no smoking signs just rollin’ weed
Cause it’s the muthaf-ckin life when you roll with G’s
Boi
Dissin’ these bitches, you entertained
You tell her you love her too, I tell her she’s out her brain
I’m on the road to the millies, I started on Penny lane
I got a band wagon it’s packed, you might wan’ hop on a train
At the top so now her top all off
Never pay hoes, I only pay cops off
And tell these niggas they gotta take that disguise off
I’m from Detroit we eat ya little hoes alive with hot sauce
F-cking bitch
I might come a little tardy though
Fatty rolled, Chris Farley smoke
You niggas rollin up barney bro
I’m all green as the safari’s go
You bitches already know

Chorus

We in the party burning up the weed smoke, weed smoke
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant party
burning up the weed smoke (weed smoke)
Smell us everywhere that we go (we go)
When niggas try to tell us, we like hold up (hol up)
And them bitches aint coming if they cant

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Song Information:

Title: Flowers

Artist: Wiz Khalifa

Length: 4:55

Type: Full

Album: N/A

Genre: Rap

Producer: N?A

Featured Artists: Curren$y, Big Sean

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!

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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

Trae Tha Truth - I'M ON Lyrics Ft Wiz Khalifa, Lupe Fiasco, Wale, Big Boi & MDMA

Trae Tha Truth - I'm On Lyrics Ft Wiz Khalifa, Lupe Fiasco, Wale, Big Boi & MDMA

Trae Tha Truth's getting  dope as he releases this all-out collaboration with biggest hip hop artists Wiz, Lupe, Wale, Big Boi and MDMA. This is like the rap collabos from the old days. Street King LP will be released on July 12th which this song will be from.

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i’m on, i’m on, i’m on
oooh yeah
i’m on, i’m on, i’m on, i’m on
i’m on, i’m on, i’m on

lupe fiasco:

yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings
devil on me, spittlefields and all saints
playing field aint levelling the lane
throwin’ stones at ya bones kick pebbles at your pain
swear they go hard
but they sold jello in the pain
tryna carmelo but he came
lord have mercy but we be having that jersey
flowin’ so hungry, rappin’ that thirsty
think fast, fast women like jackie joyner-kersee
fast life like born on wednesday and died on thursday
fast money like zakat of fitr, break-fast
slow my roll like break pads
cause if you run the light
they just might stop you niggas
rodney king on the dome, just things that i’m on

trae tha truth:

i’m on this one way headed where the slums play
if i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son ?
struggling first class, headed for the runway
real n-gga shit i gotta make it one day
hard times so i tell em to fall back
all white but the phantom is all black
for everything i lost tell em i want it all back
everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back
they aint authentic, tell them i don’t even relate
minus the love feel like i was something to hate
tell them hate now
the world looking out, they on the front row
everybody looking now
i used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights
daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights
had a poor man swag now it’s priced right
always wanted a piece of the pie, now it’s sliced right
yeah you can tell em i’m home
the streets in need of a king, you can tell em i’m home
used to be at the bottom, tell ‘em it wasn’t for long
now i’m always in the hood like i was never gon’
i’m home, tell ‘em i’m something they couldn’t cut off
try to hit the switch if you want i aint gon cut off
a 100 thousand volts a true thing gon shut off
anything in the way is gon get permanantly shut off

big boi:

never letting go, although sometimes i split like banana peels for heels
my spill is so legit, know the scent everytime i pick up the microphone and spit
eyes wide, ears open like you on a doctors visit
but this aint physics or rocket science
this a little tune to keep you motivated and inspired
i am not a motivational speaker but people get easilly motivated
when they hear big reeking
havoc on the track boi, grab it hold it tight
my city, growl with me, hoochi hoo’ing through the night sky
bunch of fly, bow tie, made my mark like the craters on the moon
rocking aligator shoes i’m on

wale:

you know me, cool breeze, a nigga high
rather live alone forever than live a lie
i’m in the zone, phone pro’s keepin me comfy
got squares, dark squares cover my luggage
i’m in love with some women, more in love with my mother
i’m in love with my god, less in love with this money
and my loving is off, got a bigger cigar
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out in vegas with broads, bout as thick as toccara
my ambition is ammunition if this is war
they can’t run, they can’t run, this is a war
got forever indurance, forever under purists
i put my breath in this muthaf-cka
they better hear it
good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics
my only dream to get rich and never marry
give these niggas the pink slip when they appear
and i aint trippin, my only competition’s the mirror.

wiz khalifa:

remember they used to be like who is this
now i’m up in this bitch
smoking weed out in london they bringing me fish and chips
thought of this as a young’un
who know this be the life that i really live
now i’m flying on trips, promoters and owners giving me gifts
don’t gotta shop, i aint payin’ for shit
this audemar on my wrist, got it harder than miss
older people looking at me how i bought all of this
i say i got it from grindin’, perfect timing
started at the bottom, aint afraid to climb it
took something rough and turn it to a diamond
it aint come easy, had to find it
and now you can’t say i got game cause i define it
nigga i’m on like the light and if i ever fall off
i’ll be back on the same night
me and my dogs we on the same flight
carefree i don’t need the stress
smoking khaled, my weed the best

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Song Information:

Title: I'm On

Artist: Trae Tha Truth

Length: 3:47

Type: Full

Album: Street King

Genre: Rap

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: Wale, Lupe Fiasco, Wiz Khalifa, MDMA, Big Boi

Wiz Khalifa - Boss Lyrics

Wiz Khalifa - Boss Lyrics

Taylor Gang Wiz Khalifa going hard on this brand new track titled "Boss". The song is actually an old version from We Got Now: Future Stars of Rap which was recorded in 2006. Anyway, this release is now tag less and we can hear what Wiz used to rap about back then.

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[Chorus from latestvideolyrics.blogspot.com]
i do big things, pull up them trucks and them cars
on my own tour, nah, i ain't fucking with job
you can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
you can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
i'm in the getting cake so where them dollars at
if you ain't talking paper then homie holler back
you can call me the boss, you can call me the boss
you can call me the boss, you can call me the boss

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Song Information:

Title: Boss

Artist: Wiz Khalifa

Length: 4:41

Type: Full

Album: N/A

Genre: Rap

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: N/A

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!

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[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

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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

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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French Montana - Choppa Choppa Down Remix Lyrics Ft Rick Ross & Wiz Khalifa

French Montana Ft Rick Ross & Wiz Khalifa - Choppa Choppa Down Remix Lyrics

 Second remix of this song now Rick Ross aka Rozay adding his verse, replacing Gucci Mane's in the previous remix.

[Intro]
Bounce, Bounce
Bounce, Bounce
Bounce, Bounce
Bounce, Bounce

[Chorus]
Choppa choppa down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down

[Rick Ross]
I call my chopper my whopper
You get it just like you want it
Get in bed with a gangster fuckin over petty opponents
I knee deep in the game, I done perfected my moves
I'm still moving them thangs chillin' perfection Zeus
These niggas like when I walk
I forgives, and I don't
For this money I'm chasin' I put yo ass in my trunk
So fuck these Hip Hop sites
My dawgs rich off white
My jewels drip like Ice
Now suck my dick all night

[Chorus]
Choppa choppa down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down

[French Montana]
Shots be flying, niggas die, don't make a sound
Cold.44 in slow mo' when your body hit the ground, ground
Nigga look around, got shooters got guns got bitches got white
Motherfucker we run the town, when them shots be flying
Niggas diving dyin, running trying to hit the ground
Security need security when them shots be flying around
Cocaine music, not stopping that
We juiced with jewels I'm project pat?
I got the streets niggas, fine with that
Chasing that money never stopping that
With a big ass chopper, cocaine mafia
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Lay a nigga down if a nigga try to stop it
Choppa break it dowm, I fix a nigga proper
Low to the ground in a roof no top
King of the street, I ain't never go stop
Niggas ask around "when the shit gonna drop? "
Nigga so hot, jewels so cold
Still let a choppa choppa down!

[Chorus]
Choppa choppa down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down

[Wiz Khalifa]
Smoking while I'm raping, yea, hahaha
Means I'm higher than you

Rep this gang bitch, I'm a roll this plane bitch
You talking anguish but money that's my language
New car, new hoe, even got a new main bitch
Can't call, new phone, but I'm still on that same shit
Bossin' 'cause I came into this game without a boss
Umm and I'm eating good so I just gotta floss
And and and I spent your advance just on my Audemar
I'm here today then I'm gone tomorrow
Can't find a pound 'cause I bought em and break em down

[Chorus]
Choppa choppa down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
Choppa choppa break it down
I lay that nigga down
I lay that nigga down

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Chevy Woods - Cookout Lyrics Ft Wiz Khalifa

Chevy Woods - Cookout Lyrics Ft Wiz Khalifa

New collaboration from Chevy Woods upcoming mixtape "The Cookout".

These Cookout Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Cookout video recorded by Chevy Woods is located above.

[Wiz Khalifa - Intro]
And thats a round of applause
Ladies and gentleman
I’d like to shout out Taylor Gang
And shout out my car keys
It’s big business bitch.

[Chevy Woods - Chorus]
I’m just chilling, loc’ing, sipping, smoking
Like a G Should
On my fly old school shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, its a Cookout
We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke
We gon’ turn this bitch out

[Chevy Woods - Verse 1]
Roll another doobie
Only papers, baby fill it with that ooh-wee
Let a G roll the OG, than roll one for OG
Yeah that’s the homie
Zig zags baby no leaf
Acting like you know the Wizzle man, that’s my homie
If thats gin nigga, pour me
Sippin’ slow, she go down slow like a slow leaf
Cop the car from the dealer
pulled off thumbs up to the homie Mac Miller
King kong young gorillia, my cup overflow with ? spilla
All day Mr. Count It Up, I lost count I don’t ever think its enough
I get it 100 after 100 so everything you did with that money I done done it
Gone!

[Chevy Woods - Chorus]
I’m just chilling, loc’ing, sipping, smoking
Like a G Should
On my fly oldschool shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, its a Cookout
We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke
We gon’ turn this bitch out

[Chevy Woods - Verse 2]
Drop top, leather seats
Tape deck playing, she a freak
It aint about money, it aint my language
Don’t know my name in memory of Rick James Bitch!
You know that I’m a Taylor tho?
So to the cops Cartoon George “which way’d he go?”
Shit, n-gga I did blew 80 O’s, the 80′s O’s the 80 mo’
In my lifetime, No Jay Z
Just Oz’s, roll something, smoke weed.
Drink liquor, double cups
No lean in it, f-ck is up.
I tell her “bitch, I be airborne”
Then in a minute in my lap where her hair gone
She Keep it G, she love a n-gga
I tell her chill, I’m f-cking witcha

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[Chevy Woods - Chorus]
I’m just chilling, loc’ing, sipping, smoking
Like a G Should
On my fly oldschool shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, its a Cookout
We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke
We gon’ turn this bitch out

I’ma roll one up, and you should
We gon’ smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood
I’m gon roll one up, and you should
We gon’ smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood

[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 3]
Uh, best board the time machine bitch
You can write a movie off the shit I done seen
Rolling them Khalifa papers up with all kinds of green
Smoking while I’m rapping n-gga, don’t get no time between
Yeah I came up in the game, it took time you see
I’ll show you how to get your money up and get high as me
Talk to my Dad the other day said he proud of me
My girl says she found 30 racks when she found my jeans
I told her blow it, like her nose was running
What you hatin’ me for fam, get some hoes or something
N-ggas know me for twisting a whole key
F-ck around I might charge you a O or something
I’m a let you hold it and you owe us nothing
its the shit I be smoking so be carefull how you roll it when you cuffin’
Got a projecter in the crib like nino
N-ggas aint gotta talk about it, we know.

[Chevy Woods - Chorus]
I’m just chilling, loc’ing, sipping, smoking
Like a G Should
On my fly oldschool shit: Clint Eastwood
Tell a friend, bring a friend, its a Cookout
We gon’ drink, we gon’ smoke
We gon’ turn this bitch out

I’ma roll one up, and you should
We gon’ smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood
I’m gon roll one up, and you should
We gon’ smoke old school joints: Clint Eastwood

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Song Tags

Title: Cookout

Artist: Chevy Woods

Length: 5:01

Album: The Cookout mixtape

Genre: Rap Hip Hop

Producer: ID Labs

Featured Artists:

DJ Drama - Oh My Lyrics Ft Fabolous, Wiz Khalifa & Roscoe Dash

DJ Drama - Oh My Lyrics Ft Fabolous, Wiz Khalifa & Roscoe Dash

A DJ Drama produced track with rappers Fab, Wiz and Roscoe for his upcoming Gangsta Grillz 3 album.

These Oh My Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Oh My video recorded by DJ Drama is located above.

Light skinned, dark skinned, bottom right, top heavy
Jeans fitting right, hair did, shawty you the best
Light skinned, dark skinned, bottom right, top heavy
Jeans fitting right, hair did, shawty you the best

You the one girl, you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
You got no competition you got it
You make me wanna say oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my

Light skinned, dark skinned, bottom right, top heavy
Jeans fitting right, hair did, shawty you the best
Light skinned, dark skinned, bottom right, top heavy
Jeans fitting right, hair did, shawty you the best

[Fabolous]
I got one in Miami, she mean with a mouth piece
She like LeBron, I’m taking my talents down the south
Pineapple to chase it, go on girl just chase it
All we drink is my shit, coco loso wasted
Love that lil waist shit, damn them hips just sit out
Now I see who all these hating girls be talkin’ shit bout
From the front looking like she got some ass probably
They say that’s a sign girl ass-trology
Tight denim with them little rips in ‘em
Wait in line jeans, take a minute to get in ‘em
BBD say you poisen well I want some of that venom girl, girl

[Hook]
You the one girl, you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
You got no competition you got it
You make me wanna say oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my

[Wiz Khalifa]
Ooooh, girl your ass is superthick
lotta chicks off in this club and you the baddest in this bitch
Ooooh, look at what you wearing girl
The club owner should pay you whenever you make an appearance
And you got me hooked, I might try not to look
But I keep staring, come out to my city see, I run that bitch like errands oooh
Grown as hell I don’t care to choose
Who’s coming, you, her and you
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Roll this up, after you hit it once, you’ll need a parachute
To tell the truth I’mma tear the roof
Out that muthaf-cker nail it too
Loud pipes, hear the coupe, vroom, got stripes like a general
You know I’m tryna get into you

[Hook]
You the one girl, you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
You got no competition you got it
You make me wanna say oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my

[Roscoe Dash]
Now you the baddest that I’ve seen in the club all night
Girl, your booty had me stuck like a drug all night
Damn, girl I really wanna put it on you like a coaster,
Love how you moving over there but I really want you closer
Let get drunk off this Moscato, do it like there’s no tomorrow
Wake up and if it’s up we’ll do it like theres no tomorrow
Jump on it, I want it, he on it, bone it
Whenever she want it
ROS and yo we dismantling every component
Girl you the one, too bad I’m not a jumper?
She love the way the rapper tastes, too bad I’m not a sucker
She call me when she need it
And I’mma come running to feed that appetite I do it anyway she want it

[Hook]
You the one girl, you the one girl
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Something bout them jeans that you wearing
Yeah you got that body of a Goddess
You got no competition you got it
You make me wanna say oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my

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Song Tags

Title: Oh My

Artist: DJ Drama

Length: 4:40

Type: Full studio version

Album: Gangsta Grillz 3: The Album

Genre: Hip Hop Rap

Producer: DJ Drama

Featured Artists: Fabolous, Wiz Khalifa, Roscoe Dash

French Montana - Choppa Choppa Down Remix Lyrics Ft Gucci Mane & Wiz Khalifa

French Montana - Choppa Choppa Down Remix Lyrics Ft Gucci Mane & Wiz Khalifa

A song was released by French over 6 months ago and it is "Choppa Choppa Down" featuring Bricksquad Waka Flocka. But this brand new remix has been premiered which now features rappers Wiz Khalifa and Gucci Mane!

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[Intro]
Bounce (Yeah)
(repeat)

[Chorus]
Choppa choppa down
I lay a n-gga down
Choppa choppa brek it down
I lay a n-gga down
(repeats)

[Wiz Khalifa]
(Laughing) smoking while im raping ....yea (laughing) means im higher than you
Rep this gang bitch imma roll this plane bitch
You talking anguish but money that’s my language
New car, new hoe, even got a new main bitch
Can’t call, new phone, but I’m still on that same shit
Bossing cause I came into this game when I was boss?
Umm and I’m eating good so I just gotta floss
And and and I spent your advance just on my Audemar
I’m here today then I’m gone tomorrow can’t find a pound cause I bout em break em down

[Chorus]
Choppa choppa down
I lay a n-gga down
Choppa choppa brek it down
I lay a n-gga down
(repeats)

[Gucci Mane]
world star alert, the hood gucci mane its icey, the hood so fuckin fresh the bitches wanna bite me, got a black choppa and a black tee me and bun b r&b mc, free boosie free my nigga bur, free willy, ya feel me. i aint with all that rap beat cuz this worlds a rat race if im out here tryna stack chees right here in thsee hatas face they all tryed to murda me but thats how the world be please lord forive me, my instincts are so street like class A a throwback i stretch streets y'aint know that been out here ridin round solo 6 9 3 cant hold that i sound self cant find me with that muslce behind me im grinding my air filled tank same color as my top peice its gucci

[Chorus]
Choppa choppa down
I lay a n-gga down
Choppa choppa brek it down
I lay a n-gga down
(repeats)

[French Montana]
Shots be flying .. n-ggas don’t make a sound
Flow in slow mo’ when your body hit the ground
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Nigga look around got shoes got glow got .. one more fuck..
.. security need security when the shot will be flying
..Chasing that money never stopping that
..king of the street I ain’t never go stop
Nigga asks ground I ..you are so hot you are so cold
.. choppa choppa down

[Chorus]
Choppa choppa down
I lay a n-gga down
Choppa choppa brek it down
I lay a n-gga down
(repeats)

Wiz Khalifa's Verse submitted by: LaffMobbRob, JR
Gucci Mane's verse submitted by: Daniel R

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Song Tags

Title: Choppa Choppa Down Remix

Artist: French Montana

Length: 3:58

Type: Full studio version remix

Genre: Rap Hip Hop

Featured Artists: Gucci Mane, Wiz Khalifa

Bright Lights, Bigger City Remix Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Ft Wiz Khalifa

Bright Lights, Bigger City Remix Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Ft Wiz Khalifa

These Bright Lights, Bigger City Remix Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Bright Lights, Bigger City Remix video recorded by Cee-Lo Green is located above.

I been livi’n for the weekend
But, no, not anymore
Cuz here comes that familiar feelin’
That Fridays famous for
Yeah I’m lookin’ for some action
And it’s out there somewhere
You can feel the electricity
All in the evening air
And it may just be more of the same
But sometimes you wanna go where everyone knows your name
So I guess I’ll have to wait and see
But I’m just gonna let something brand new happen to me

And it’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
Bright lights and the big city
It belongs to us tonight

Now Friday’s cool
But there’s somethin’ about Saturday night
You can’t say what you want to
Cuz you know that you just might
I’m alive this evening
It was love at first sight
This Saturday
And every Saturday for the rest of my life
And everyone’s standin’ in line
Yeah lookin’ good and lookin for a real good time
So I’ll never have to wonder if
I’ll have someone to share all of this with

And it’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
Bright lights and the big city
It belongs to us tonight

Hear the night life when it’s callin’
So we drink until we fallin’
Aint a Laker but I’m ballin’
Need about 3 girls and I bought these girls to the club
Can I get em all in
Make a movie and let ‘em star in it
Get drunk, get her in my car in
Do the same thing in the morning
Hear ‘em hating but we ignore them
Which one wanna go
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Rollin’ this green, hit one on the low
Champagne, meet broads on the floor
We gettin’ bread so we toast
To the life and the fact that we major
Not to mention we Taylored
Been in the game, player
Who up next neighbours

And it’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
Bright lights and the big city
It belongs to us tonight

And it’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
It’s alright
Bright lights and the big city
It belongs to us tonight

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Song Tags

Title: Bright Lights, Bigger City

Artist: Cee-Lo Green

Length: 3:41

Type: Full studio version remix

Genre: Rap Other

Featured Artists: Wiz Khalifa

Wiz Khalifa - Young, Wild & Free Lyrics Ft Snoop Dogg

Young, Wild & Free Lyrics by Wiz Khalifa Ft Snoop Dogg

A collaboration from raising hip hop rapper Wiz Khalifa and veteran Snoop has just recently released and the song title is called "Young, Wild & Free". Snoop's verse is saying that he is like coming back from the days where he is still much younger.

These Young, Wild & Free Lyrics will be updated without any notifications. Young, Wild & Free video recorded by Wiz Khalifa is located above.

[Chorus]
So what we get drunk
So what we smoke weed
We're just having fun
We don't care who sees
So what we go out
That's how its supposed to be
Living young and wild and free

[Wiz Khalifa]
Uh, Uh huh
So what I keep 'em rolled up
Saggin' my pants not caring what I show
Keep it real with my n-ggas
Keep it player for the hoes
And look clean dont it?
Washed it the other day, watch how you lean on it
Give me some 501′s jeans on and roll joints bigger than King Kong's fingers
And smoke them hoes down 'till they stingers
You a class clown and if I skip for the day I'm with you b-tch smokin' grade A

[Chorus]
So what we get drunk
So what we smoke weed
We're just having fun
We don't care who sees
So what we go out
That's how its supposed to be
Living young and wild and free

[Snoop Dogg]
Yeah, uh you know what?
It's like I'm 17 again
Peach fuzz on my face
Lookin', on the case
Tryna find a hella taste
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Oh My God, I'm on the chase
Chevy, its gettin' kinda heavy, relevant, sellin' it
Dippin' away, time keep slippin' away
Zip in the safe, flippin' for pay
Tippin' like I'm drippin' in paint
Up front four blunts, like "Khalifa put the weed in a J"

[Chorus]
So what we get drunk
So what we smoke weed
We're just having fun
We don't care who sees
So what we go out
That's how its supposed to be
Living young and wild and free

[Bridge]
Yea, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you're supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun
So we just, roll one, smoke one
When you live like this you're supposed to party
Roll one, smoke one, and we all just having fun

[Chorus]
So what we get drunk
So what we smoke weed
We're just having fun
We don't care who sees
So what we go out
That's how its supposed to be
Living young and wild and free
(repeat)

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Song Information

Title: Young, Wild & Free

Artist: Wiz Khalifa

Length: 3:13

Type: Full studio version

Album: N/A

Genre: Hip Hop Rap

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: Snoop Dogg

Gucci Mane - 2 Timez Lyrics Ft Wiz Khalifa

Gucci Mane Ft Wiz Khalifa - 2 Timez Lyrics

First collaboration from rappers Bricksquad Gucci Mane and Taylor Gang's Wiz Khalifa titled "2 Timez". From the sounds of it, it looks like it is not yet the finished mastered version. Wiz's flow's good!

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Song Information

Title: 2 Timez

Artist: Gucci Mane

Length: 2:43

Type: Full studio version

Album: N/A

Genre: Rap

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: Wiz Khalifa

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Terrace Martin - Go Get It Lyrics Ft Wiz Khalifa, Ty$ & Neka B

Terrace Martin Ft Wiz Khalifa, Ty$ & Neka B - Go Get It Lyrics

It's Taylor Gang! And this will be the last track off Terrace's #DeviTerraceTuesday series. Wiz Khalifa talking about Gucci Mane in here.

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terrace:were baaack haha welcome everybody to another debbie terrace tuesday now this week ima do somethin alil bit different i got my homeboii ty$ mah homegurl neka n my homeboii mr.wiz khalifa so well thats it aye ty


i got mah top down chillen young nigga in the ''P'' hat fitted
i go i go i go get it
i go i go i go get it
awaooh yea yea awaooh yea yea
awaooh i go go go get it
i go go go get it

wiz khalifa verse:yea n i dont play rollin kush pop bottles of that ros'e thermalinda ''T'' fresh pair of chuck tays n kare less what the rest of the world say im gone ball til i fall out n i dnt hold back shit i go all out big money fast liven wat cha boii bout broadcast home spendin til im all out yea and u kno i go get it charm on the chain match the pittsburgh fitted eyes real low i keep the smoke lited lean to the side so pittsburgh wid it nobody done it like this young nigga thats from where im from the live where iam livin outta state trips im off the coast chillen champagne spillin u kan jus say im gettin it yea

i got mah top down chillen young nigga in the ''P'' hat fitted
i go i go i go get it
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i go i go i go get it
awaooh yea yea awaooh yea yea
awaooh i go go go get it
i go go go get it

terrace verse:yea picture me frontin got'em mad kause they see that we bubblin this for them niggas V.I.P stuntin kame here alone but leavin wid somethin hop in mah truck n i'll show u wat i live like fast money finer things yea the good life look at me see what a real nigga look like n all them hoes gone laugh if u look right yea on some shii that u aint on gucci everything u still got them apes on i dont make songs i make anthems u gettin urs feel free to put ur hands up terrace on the track and we bringin them bottles out u gettin money u know wat im talkin bout at the coast chillen champagne spillin u kan jus say im gettin it yea yea


i got mah top down chillen young nigga in the ''P'' hat fitted
i go i go i go get it
i go i go i go get it
awaooh yea yea awaooh yea yea
awaooh i go go go get it
i go go go get it

ty$:when i wake up in the morning i go get it me and all the homies we go get it this is for the niggas n the bitches thats all about there riches kause they wasnt born wid it(X2)

i got mah top down chillen young nigga in the ''P'' hat fitted
i go i go i go get it
i go i go i go get it
awaooh yea yea awaooh yea yea
awaooh i go go go get it
i go go go get it

ayyye ha this has been brought to ty$, neka, wiz khalifa n me myself n i terrace martin ya digg so aye aye ty say it one mo time for me

i got mah top down chillen young nigga in the ''P'' hat fitted
i go i go i go get it
i go i go i go get it
awaooh yea yea awaooh yea yea
awaooh i go go go get it
i go go go get it yea

Lyrics submitted by: Domoboo

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Song Information

Title: Go Get It

Artist: Terrace Martin

Length: 4:10

Type: Full audio

Album: #DeviTerraceTuesday

Genre: Rap Hip Hop

Producer: N/A

Featured Artists: Wiz Khalifa, Ty$, Neka B