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Track Name: My Life Be Like (ft. Messiah)
My life be like Ooh Ahh
CHORUS:
It's times like these that make me say,
Lord if you see me please come my way.
Leavin bread crumbs for when I stray
Rely on sacrifice and the price you paid
Feel me like a fingertip
(flow fingertip flow fingertip)
Sometimes I fall I slip
Got a heartfelt desire be more like you
Trying not to quench your fire by the things that i do

I'm on an island by my lonesome stranded
Low key and stayin' candid
Reflectin on the things I try my hand at
Search for the equations to persuasions I'm used to
Findin comfort in the zones of closet bones I get loose to
A mountainous fontaine,
Spinnin and monsoonin
Grinnin its high octane
This worlds out wacky
Rollin down the hills cause lifes a hassle
Encircled by my folly like a moat surround a castle
Stay afloat,
Catch a second wind thin is the air I breathe
Teary-eyed nose runnin, wipe the snot on my sleeve
I'm callin on my savior to be all that I need
Please forgive me my behavior had me lost at light speed

CHORUS

The fear of never falling in love
And the tears after losing the feelings
Of what you thought love was
Like the dirt still up under the rug
(My life be like)
Bad characteristics covered in Christ's blood
The joy of new birth and the pain of growing up
The bliss between giving my all and giving up
The highs and lows,
Paths and roads I chose
In the cold I froze
Trying to ease my woes
In this world of sin
Clothes to thin to fend
So to God I send
Words of help to win
In grumblings so deep letters could never express
So the sounds of Ooh Ahh beneath my breath projects

CHORUS

My life be like (Toby Mac)

My life be like ooh aah ooh
Dum dum diddy
Here comes that boy from the capital city
Last up on the Grits new ditty
But eight bars of the truth will do,
uh
I believe there's a pride thats stunning,
And I believe in the kingdom coming
I believe if you seek the truth,
You don't need to look far cuz it's gonna find you

So why, oh why, do I trip and stumble?
And ooh ahh as commitment crumble?
I can't believe that I'm here again?

CHORUS

More lyrics: http://www.lyricsmania.com/my_life_be_like_lyrics_gritz.html
All about Gritz: http://www.musictory.com/music/Gritz
Track Name: Lupe Fiasco - Show Goes On [GripMix]
All right, I'm ready
The show goes on
All night 'til the morning
We dream so long
Anybody ever wonder
When we'd see the sun go
Remember when you come up
The show goes on

rise and shine, wake and bake
smash on the gas, no time for the breaks
lovers gon love, haters gon hate
baby we got more money to make
feeling higher than ceilin
with me brothers steady chillin
heinei ma tov umanayim
sheaves achim oh so willin
to do whatever it takes
always avoiding the fakes
gon and fix u a plate
all day i been broiling steaks
all day i been putting in work
stains on my pants and my shirt
and i swear on everything
i wont stop till im under the dirt

who's to say whats right or wrong
all day long im writin songs
spreading the positive message
all the way to hong kong
all the way to philly
i know that u feel me
take it to the west coast
raise ya glass and lets toast
give up for new york city
i know y'all still fuckin wit me
and the dudes is hard as fuck
and all the women thin and pretty
take it the south now
atl its goin down
mississippi, tennessee
MIA, to T town

[Chorus x2:]
Alright, already the show goes on
all night, till the morning we dream so long
anybody ever wonder, when they would see the sun up
just remember when you come up
the show goes on!

[Verse 1:]
Have you ever had the feeling that you was being had
Don’t that shit that make you mad
They treat you like a slave, with chains all on your soul,
and put whips up on your back,
they be lying through they teeth
hope you slip up off your path
I don’t switch up I just laugh
put my kicks up on they desk
unaffected by they threats than get busy on they ass
see that’s how that Chi-Town made me
That’s how my daddy raised me
that glittering may not be gold, don’t let no body play me
if you are my homeboy, you never have to pay me
Go on and put your hands up, when times are hard you stand up
L-U-P the man, cause a brand that the fans trust
so even if they ban us they’ll never slow my plans up!

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 2:]
One in the air for the people that ain’t here
Two in the air for the father that’s there
Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto
Four for the kids who don’t wanna be there
None for the niggas trying to hold them back
Five in the air for the teacher not scared to tell those kids thats living in the ghetto that the niggas holdin back that the World is theirs!
Yeah yeah, the World is yours, I was once that little boy
Terrified of the World
Now I’m on a World tour
I will give up everything, even start a world war
for these ghettos girls and boys im rapping round’ the World for!
Africa to New York, Haiti then I detour, Oakland out to Auckland
Gaza Strip to Detroit, say hip-hop only destroy
tell em’ look at me, boy!
I hope your son don’t have a gun and never be a D-boy

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3:]
So no matter what you been through
no matter what you into
no matter what you see when you look outside your window
brown grass or green grass
picket fence or barbed wire
Never ever put them down
you just lift your arms higher
raise em till’ your arms tired
Let em’ know you’re there
That you struggling and survivin’ that you gonna persevere
Yeah, ain’t no body leavin, no body goin’ home
even if they turn the lights out the show is goin’ on!
Track Name: Kirko Bangz - Drank In My Cup [GripMix] (ft. Messiah)
[Verse 1]
I done came down, hold up
Grip the grain, Roll up
And your girlfriend want a nigga like me
'Cuz I ain't trying to control her
She call me when she wants a change
Black diamond, my pinky ring
And she know you weak and we ain't the same
You hit the scene, I make the scene
I'm in her head like Maybelline
H-Town so I'm made to lean
I'm in her soul, I make her scream
I don't ride the toll, don't pay the change
I'm EZ tag like Peter Pan
She want a man, don't need a man
I'm flying down your boulevard
She cooking dinner with your pants
Draped up, dripped out
Your bitch know what I'm taking 'bout
Pulls up, pull out
We get it poppin' in the parking lot
She like to do it with the lights on
Don't matter to me if it's dark or not
I'm G'd up, East up
Fossil pants, I'm hard as rock

[Hook]
Girl I know how much you really want somebody
Want somebody that don't really need you
Girl I know how much you really want somebody
Want somebody that ain't trying to keep
You heard what I said, that could put you to bed
That ain't trying to love you baby, just fuck you instead
And don't tell 'em nothing baby, you know that I'm coming baby
Just hit up my phone whenever you need you some company
Got this drank in my cup
Oh yeahhhh
I got this drank in my cup(This draaaaank)
I got this drank in my cup(This draaaaank)
Cup, cup..

[Verse 2]
I done came down, came up
Slow pitch, change up
Same hood, same style
Same drink, same cup
She call me when she wanna fuck
I never call, she knows what's up
Same page, same book
Different song, same hook
Everytime her nigga tripping
She on the phone with the same crook
And everytime I pull up
She hit me with that same look
Lips biting, less frightened
She left her man for that get right
I'm in the middle, like midnight
Only if u got that sit tight
Only if u got that wine fine
Only if u got that sip type
Only if u got that mine bomb
Only if u got that Zip type
Eat that shit like Wonton
Choking baby, I'm pimp tight
I'm used to being that one and done
But girl you got that (g-get right)

[Hook]

[Outro]
(Drink pouring)
H-Town
Oh yeahhhh
I got this drink in my cup
I got this drink in my cup
(Cup, cup, cup)
I came down, hold up
Hold up, I said hold up
Hold up, I done came down like hold up
Hold up, hold up... Fuck, 'chea
Track Name: Kanye West - All of the Lights [GripMiX]
[Intro]
All of the lights (All of the lights)
(Lights, lights)
All of the lights (All of the lights)

i remember way back in the day - when nobody was lovin us
fresh from out the rainclouds, ya, and now its nothin but
blue skies and green grass, red wine in silver cups
lemon kush and purple hash, white boys with black lungs
brown pack of swisher sweets every time i roll up
gray goose vodka mixed with orange soda
it feel like everything in my life nice and kosher
i struggled for a minute but the wait is now over
lets talk about the money, can we talk about the money?
aint from philadelphia but always keep it sunny
fuck makin it rain, i'd rather make an investment
most of these rappers couldn't even pass the assessment
me, i been certified, every single word that i
put up on the track, scream crack, i know u heard of my
crazy down south jewish frat boy flow
on i285 just flying down the road
aepi until i die but u already know this
and my flow so slick, u might just get lost if u not focused,
ill be barbecuein pussy rappers they all gon get roasted
hocus pocus, lets get it crackin like a glowstick

[Chorus 1 - Rihanna]
Turn up the lights in here baby
Extra bright, I want y'all to see this
Turn up the lights in here baby
You know what I need
Want you to see everything
Want you to see all of the lights

professor taking roll i don't even hear my last name
head down on the desk, fast asleep until the class change
another late night the price of living in the fast lane
no need to explain the red eyes behind my black frames
daydreams of fantasies when we all was ballin out
VIP table everybody got they wallets out
champagne by the bottle, now whats what im talkin bout
steady spending paper while u haters chasing small amounts
you want some drama take it right to the booth
im like a prophet on the mic spreading the light and the truth
i got the blunts rolled up so we lighten a few
dirty martinis straight up, don't need no ice with my goose
pedal pedal to the metal homie u can see rollin
down 285 gotta keep my windows open
screaming blue & gold blue & gold as i go
the inside of my car smell like a snoop dog show
all these haters make it hard to stay away from malice
i will work these motherfuckin streets until i get a callus
i will work these motherfuckin beats until i get a palace
and im lighten up the night sky - aurora borealis

[Verse 3 - Kid Cudi]
Getting mine, baby
Got to let these niggas know, yeah
Get it right, aye
You should go and get your own
Track Name: Future - Tony Montana [GripMix]
[Hook]
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
Check up out my ears
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
I’m ’bout to cop the Porsche
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana
You leave me no choice, take em to
Tony Montana, Tony Montana, Tony Montana

hop up out the car, looking like a superstar
make way to the bar, shorty say im looking stupid hard
dancing all up on me, shake that body to the bassline
lets not even mention the pistol up on my waistline
say its time to leave, i take her to the cabana
bet i get her wet like summertime louisiana
tony montana, black bandana,
got the block on lock from ATL to havana
coke from alabama, got the money on the table
try and run up in my spot im ready willing and able
i tote 2 9s thats 18, crush y'all boys like praline
hop off in the ride, dip slide, and get away clean
aint no pigs gon catch me, i'm on top of all of that
say i aint a baller bitch well what the fuck u callin that
i aint fronton shit playa, show where them dollars at
17.5 for the brick homie holler back

[Future - Verse 1]
I take over the streets, fresh off the banana boat
I come straight from the east, where niggas split your canteloupe
You tell me what you want of me I’m coming with a gang of dope
My cigar full of loud
I’m laced up to the f-cking fo’
A Porsche Carrera, Panamera, 911
I do the whole dash, dropping all cash
Gutta to the death of me I’m sticking to the recipe
Slug, deal with Columbians, I know Sosa
All I got is my balls and my word, f-ck the Roaches
Everything we do, we put Versace on the sofa’s
The money got me heat, like I took a hit of coka
My life is a movie, I gotta stay focused

[Hook]

[Drake - Verse 2]
On the hood you see the Stallion
Passenger a stallion
Niggas getting nervous
I’m passing out the valium
I suggest you pop it
But please don’t get too sleepy
Used to have them bitches twirkin’
Up in 400 West Peachtree
Bet ya those same hoes’ll see me
Be like thats how you feeling
Used to stay up after 12
Now your worth like 12 million
Boy you did, boy you did it
You did the unexpected
I say f-ck the unexpected
I just did what I projected
I swear young women are lost these days
While older women dig me
F-cking women that knew Biggie so
We really aint no biggie
It’s just OVO and XO and freebandz of committee
And shout out to Toronto
Bitch I’m Tony in my city

[Hook]

[Future - Verse 3]
Another shot of Quelo
She be comin’ back to peso’s
When ya blood is ya pedro, it’s hard for hoes to let go
See AK’s aint no bitch, nigga I’ll split yo tato
Ain’t nothin’ ’bout me ordinary, I come with the yayo
I move like I’m odd balls, it’s gon take an army
The world is mine nigga u get it if u want it
You f-ckin with me you’ll move to Alaska by the mornin
You want me to be the bad guy, ok its on then
Champagne spillin’, crabcakes everywhere
My white bitch trippin she say aint playin’ fair
I’m bout to cop a tiger and put it in the castle
Freebandz accompany it so nigga it dont matter aye



Read more: http://www.killerhiphop.com/future-tony-montana-lyrics-drake/#ixzz1URx9K9LF
Track Name: Kreayshawn - Gucci Gucci [GripMix]
[Sample]
One big room full of bad bitches

[Hook]
And we stunting like
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
Basic bitches wear that shit so I don't even bother

[Grip]
gucci gucci louis louis fendi fendi prada
the watch is cartier and the frames dolce gabbana
chillin the sauna smokin purple marijuana
ima grind till i die while u losers doing nada
haters say that i aint fresh i cant tell what the fuck u mean
im looking hella clean in my polo top and lucky jeans
reppn real hard for my hometown of sandy springs
zone 2, we cookin up the trouble, no recipe
cant nobody mess wit me, on the streets or in the booth
im bound to get em dizzy like they sipping on 100 proof
young PG blown up like a parachute
hatin ass rappers out of style like a leisure suit
actin like they too damn big for they britches
aint nothing but some hoes y'all need to go and do the dishes
while we be in the party satiating all our wishes
one big room full of bad bitches

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
I'm lookin like Madonna but I'm flossing like Ivana
Trump, you know I keep that work in my trunk
Got my hand on the pump if you wanna press your luck
I'm yelling "Free V-Nasty" 'til my throat is raspy
Young, rich and flashy I be where the cash be
You can't find that? I think you need a Google Map
My pearl-handled kitty-cat will leave and press your noodle back
Now Google that groupies follow me like Twitter
I'm rolling up my catnip and shitting in your litter
Why you looking bitter? I be looking better
The type of bitch that make you wish that you ain't never met her
The editor, director plus I'm my own boss
So posh, nails fierce with the gold gloss
Which means nobody getting over me
I got the swag and it's pumping out my ovaries

[Hook]

[Outro]
Oh, all you basic ass hoes out there
Man I got rooms full of bad bitches
They don't need Gucci, they don't need Louis
We swagging, ehh, meow



[Verse 1]
Gucci Gucci, Louis Louis, Fendi Fendi, Prada
The basic bitches wear that shit, so I don't even bother
I put that on my partner, I put that on my family
Oakland city represent, address me as your majesty
Yeah you can kiss the ring, but you can never touch the crown
I smoke a million Swisher blunts and I ain't never coming down
Bitch you ain't no Barbie I see you work at Arby's
Number 2, super-sized, hurry up I'm starving
Gnarly, radical, on the block I'm magical
See me at your college campus baggie full of Adderalls
Call me if you need a fix, call me if you need a boost
See them other chicken heads? They don't never leave the coop
I'm in the coupe cruising, I got the stolen plates
Serving all the fiends over there by the Golden Gate
Bridge, I'm colder than the fridge and the freezer
I'm snatching all your bitches at my leisure
Track Name: Racks on Racks Freestyle
you know i keep the green like a case of sprite cans
fighter jet high aint no telling when i might land
and all these haters be trying to steal my flight plans
thats why i always keep a burner on the nightstand
cuz when its due or die, i always choose to fly
im jumping off of buildings, no suicide
you better tell the truth cuz i can see right thru ya eyes
actin like that dope street shit aint what my crew supply
and who am i, i'll just let you decide
it's young grip or mr. aepi till i die
better hop off in the whip if u think u quick enough to come roll wit us
get the bag, break it down, hit the spliff while we rollin up
turn on ya tvs, catch me on the widescreen
ultra high definition pixels all behind me
right off the starting block launching into high speed
up up and away from haters who wanna try me
rappers think they makin music all they do is yell a lot
claim they smoking fire guarantee i got that better pot
sittin on the sidelines, all up in the letterbox
run up in my spot and ill let loose wit them beretta shots
u dead or not, i can hardly tell
i seen ya myspace but your records hardly sell
put ya jewelry on and front like all is well
cuz i can tell underneath u in a living hell

Got Campaign Going So Strong
Getting Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Long
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Drank Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Dollas Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg
got racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on racks
got racks on racks on racks
racks on racks on raacckkksss

[Intro - YC:]
What U Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
He Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
We Got (Racks On Racks On Raaaaacks) Leh Go
I Got (I Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
She Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)
They Got (Racks On Racks On Racks)

[Chorus:]
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Get Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's gone
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg

(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)

(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)

[Verse 1 - YC:]
Gotta Car Lot In My Garage,
Gotta Condo Down Near The Stars
Im Geeked Up Off Dem Bars,
Gotta Car I Aint Even Gotta Park
No Key Push Button To Start,
She Aint A Dime I Won't Get Hard
Got Hoe's Dat Need A Green Card,
Say Ima Dogg But I Dnt Even Bark
Got Em Biting This Swag Like Sharks,
When I Hit It Ima Knock It Out The Park
Trap Beat So God Damn Hard,
Got Kush Got Lean Got Bar
That Remix Hard To Scale,
Got Bricks Dnt Need No Scale
Im Plugged In With The Mayor,
Im Part Of The Cartel
That ReRock Aint No Clean,
62 Hundred For A Neen
Said Fuck It All Up On Jeans,
Ima True Religion Phein
Got Bands In The Pockets Of My Jeans,
Need A Kickstand Way I Lean
Promethazine Phein, Styrofoam,
Sprite And Lean

[Chorus:]
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Get Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Gone
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg

(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)

(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)

[Verse 2 - Future:]
No Choice By Force I Sport,
To Go And Cop Sum Ice
Designer On My Mojo,
I Live In The Spotlight
Real Street Nigga Aint No Flaw,
Yung Future Gotta Keep Dat Raw
My Swag I Gave To You Niggas,
Ima Need Me A Round Of Applause
Bravo (Bravo) Bravo (Bravo) Bravo/ BRAVO BRAVO
Gotta 100 Dollars Worth Of Clothes,
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/racks-lyrics-young-chris.html ]
Im Froze (Im Froze) Im Cold
I Keep Me A Big Bank Roll,
I Aint Tricking Off On These Hoes
These Hoes Bringing Me They Soul,
I Will Never Sell My Soul
Cash Out On All These Cars,
These Foreign (Foreign) Broads
Gotta Nigga Living In The Stars,
Im On My Way To Mars
Got Keyshia, Pam And Nicki,
They All Wanna Do A Minaj
A.1., Free Band, Free Vans,
We Aint Never Gotta Got Dam Flarge

[Chorus:]
Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Get Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Gone
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg

(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)

(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)

[Verse 3 - YC:]
Gotta Know I Keep Dem Racks,
I Stay Counting Them Stacks
Dem Girls Want Leave Me Lone,
One Fuck Now She Attaaaatched
Flow Hot Don't Need No Match,
Sell Work Dnt Pay No Tax
Im Turned Up To The Maxx,
Don't Even Know How To Relaaaax
I Drink So Much Damn Lean,
Had To Wake Up On A Bean
Got Racks Off In My Jeans,
Man Busting Out The Sceeeene
Got Kush All In My Lungs,
Get High Like Ching-Ching Chong
Eight-Hundred A Zone,
Ain't Blowing It Less It's Strooong
She Hate On My iPhone,
Catch Mine And Then Im Gone
This Girl Want Leave Me Lone,
I Can Not Take Her Hoooome
Im Gone Off Them Bars,
Bitch Im Not A Star
Im Driving Foreign Cars,
Strapped Up No Bodyguuaaaard

Got Campaigne Going So Strong
Get Brain While Im Talking On Da Phone
Spend Money When Ya Money's Gone
Real Street Niggas Aint No Clone
We At Da Top Where We Belong
Straight Lean, Rose', Patron
Smoking On 1000 Worth Of Strong
When Da Club Bout To Hear Dis Sooonngg

(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Got Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)

(Got Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Niggas Hate Me FaalllBaaacckk)

(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)

(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Racks)
(Racks On Racks On Raaaaaacks)
Track Name: Davenin'
start off every morning saying modeh ani
and then i wash my hands al netilat yadayim
wrap my tefillin, to connect with god
cover my eyes, shema yisroel hashem echad
One people one heart one love
One nation one temple one king one blood
If you feelin me get up out ya seat and stand up
Follow me from Tel aviv to the heavens above
for the past 20 years I been wanderin thru the desert
In the dark, and all it took was a spark to unfetter
The chains of darkness, to start puttin in the effort,
King without his crown now I'm reachin for my keter

We want moshiach now, aint got no time to waste
We gotta daven til they hear us up in outer space
Right people, right time, right place
Tryin to stay on track but yetzer hara's all up in my face
You know I'm reppin aepi til I die
Catch us Singing Hinei ma Tov and Am yisroel chai
No one is perfect but we all gotta try
To elevate our souls until we reach the sky
Aint enough time for us to think about retirement
We've made a vow to bring Kedusha into our environment
Yiddishe neshama with the heart of a zionist
A lion in the jungle steady searchin for my lioness
Track Name: Lexis - Here We Go Again (ft. PistolGrip)
unlock your doors im the key to success
screw all the rest im just doin my best
im doin my thing, i don't even need a ring
to fulfill my life dreams, i just conquer that strife
of bein successful in life
while you put yourself under the knife
stop singing bout bitches and money
you just need to get a down to earth honey
who's so funny and laughs at her own self
can tell a joke and owns herself
she aint your property
where the hell is liberty
forgive me if i may forgive me if i mighty one
so tough she'll be a fighter ton
but now you want a lighter one
why don't u just ask me for a whiter one

sometimes i feel like im running out of time
i need something to help me free my mind

what a freak, cant even speak
on a leash so tight, strangles her all night
till she puts up a fight
[here we go again]
she wants to leave to get away
but is a little afraid of what her parents might say
above her chin sits a frown
because the only she knows is bein on lockdown
parents so uptight get that stick out your ass
stop actin like you're all that sittin first class
i raise my glass to make you a toast
and here's to an uptight parental roast
who don't even love her the most
aren't u supposed to let loose a little
nah u still be uptight for real
[here we go again]

Drivin downtown to pay a bitch to tap her
background check hes la beled a kidnapper
Cause the bitch aint overage, she 14
Sittin on the sidewalk shootin up that morphene
Cocaine, relieving the pain
self-medication just to get away
That’s how you get paid day to day
When your livin the life of a teenage runaway
Explode, scream, shout and yell
Stop sayin shit. dont you kiss and tell
Be quiet. face a knife to your heart
Just play it cool and well call this a new start
My screamin words can you figure out the riddle
This vicious cycle dont stop in the middle
Im a role model bitch whos on a roll
And now things have suddenly spun way out of control
Track Name: Don't Think Twice, It's Alright
It ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
It don't matter, anyhow
And it ain't no use to sit and wonder why, babe
If you don't know by now
When your rooster crows at the breaks of dawn
Look out your window and I'll be gone
You're the reason I'm traveling on
Don't think twice, it's all right.

It ain't no use in turning on your light, babe
That light I never knowed
And it ain't no use in turning on your light, babe
I'm on the dark side of the road
But I wish there was somethin' you would do or say
To try and make me change my mind and stay
We never did too much talking anyway
So don't think twice, it's all right.

It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
Like you never done before
It ain't no use in calling out my name, gal
I can't hear you any more
I'm a-thinking and a-wond'rin' walking down the road
I once loved a woman, a child I'm told
I give her my heart but she wanted my soul
Don't think twice, it's all right.

So long honey, babe
Where I'm bound, I can't tell
Goodbye's too good a word, babe
So I'll just say fare thee well
I ain't saying you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don't mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don't think twice, it's all right.
Track Name: Future - Ain't No Way Around It [GripMix]
your girl gon be your girl
your bro gon be your bro
a hater gon keep on hatin
thats all u need to know
ain't no way around it, ain't no way around it
a plug gon be a plug
thats where u get the drugs
my yidden they my yidden
we share the same blood

im repping zone 2 sandy springs
where the killers quick to swing
sipping on a 5th of goose
puffin on a zip of green
aint no way around it my style so well rounded
im way up in the sky right now u haters steady grounded
duffle bags full of money hurry up and count it
baby bend it over for me say she let me pound it
know what i mean, diamonds blinding shine and gleam
writing hit songs does wonders for my self esteem
hoes call me a douche bag say im hella mean
i just laugh off in they face and let them taste some of this cream
young grip a psycho, over the edge i might go,
my flow is so on point they say it sharper than a knife go

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Ain’t no way around it
Ain’t no way around it
Ain’t no way around it
Ain’t no way around it

[Chorus:]
A bitch gone be a bitch
A hoe gone be a hoe
A killer gone be a killer
that's sumthin' you need to know
Ain’t no way around it, ain’t no way around it
Ain’t no way around it, ain’t no way around it.
A dealer gone be a dealer
A player gone be a player
My niggas , them my niggas, just like blood
Ain’t no way around it, ain’t no way around it
Ain’t no way around it, ain’t no way around it.


A young, hot thang f*cked my bro & gave 'em brain
And she expect for me to love her, I can never be a lame
I’m attracted to her sexually, but she ain’t my main dame
We can be the best of friends, shawty, but you off the chain
See I ain’t gonna hold it against ya
I’ma keep it pimpin' with ya
Don’t you come at me with issues
Ain’t tryna get all in your mixture
I ain’t tryna come to get ya
You can meet me somewhere on Peachtree
At the W on the Fourteenth ain’t tryna f*ck no hoe tryna know me
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Know the f*ck my wodie
Already smashed the homie
Half of these b*thches phony
Say they need a lil sum like (?)
Ms.Braxton you action, stop actin'
Just a 'nother sad love song waitin' to happen

[Chorus:]

Strapped with that flame and he ready to bust a brain
You can’t tell the homie nothing, he done felt too much pain
He don’t care nun about no fame, he addicted to the game
Some n-ggas rob, some n-ggas slang, do whatever to maintain
Travel all the way to Waco, get them numbers for the low-low
Bigger the risk, the bigger the check, we watch for po-po
Make sure you keep your eyes on, when you’re drivin down 1-0
That interstate ain't no joke when you’re ridin with Coco
When you got hands like these you can count money with your eyes closed
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Half of these n*ggas front fo'
B*tches for extra convo
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Go blind and still can see, no
Track Name: Don Omar - Danza Kuduro [GripMix]
baby girl take a ride wit me
we can fly so high touch the sky with me
u bring out another side of me
when u sittin to the side of me
money and the fame don't really mean shit
together all the time till we both get pink slips
she in love with that a-town street shit
rock the bed till we both get seasick
thats the way it go
party all night in the moonlight glow
in the club sipping champagne
doin the damn thang dancing till the sunshine show
head back to the crib
pass out before we even get to the bed
wake up with a pain in my head
as im trying to remember what the fuck we did

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El Orfanato
Danza Kuduro (Plop, Plop, Plop…)
Lucenzo
El Rey…!

La Mano Arriba
Cintura Sola
Da Media Vuelta
Danza Kuduro
No Te Canses Ahora
Que Esto Sólo Empieza
Mueve La Cabeza
Danza Kuduro

La Mano Arriba
Cintura Sola
Da Media Vuelta
Danza Kuduro
No Te Canses Ahora
Que Esto Sólo Empieza
Mueve La Cabeza
Danza Kuduro

Quien Puede Domar La Fuerza Del Mal Que Se Mete Por Tus Venas
Lo Caliente Del Sol Que Se Te Metió Y No Te Deja Quieta, Nena
Quien Puede Parar Eso Que Al Bailar Descontrola Tus Caderas (Sexy…!)
Y Ese Fuego Que Quema Por Dentro Y Lento, Te Convierte En Fiera

Con La Mano Arriba
Cintura Sola
Da Media Vuelta
Sacude Duro
No Te Quites Ahora
Que Esto Sólo Empieza
Mueve La Cabeza
Sacude Duro

Balança que é uma loucura
Morena vem a meu lado
Ninguém vai ficar parado
Quero ver mexe kuduro
Balançar que é uma loucura
Morena vem a meu lado
Ninguém vai ficar parado
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi…
Vem para quebrar kuduro, vamos dançar kuduro
Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi…
Seja morena ou loira, vem balançar kuduro
Oi, oi, oi…