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How To Love – Lil Wayne 0

[Lil' Wayne]

You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart

Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out

How to love

How to love

You had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever

Now you in the corner tryna put it together

How to love

How to love

For a second you were here

Why you over there?

Its hard not to stare, the way you moving your body

Like you never had a love

Never had a love

When you was just a young’un you’re looks but so precious

But now your grown up

So fly its like a blessing but you can’t have a man look at you for 5 seconds

Without you being insecure

You never credit yourself so when you got older

It’s seems like you came back 10 times over

Now you’re sitting here in this damn corner

Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder

See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart

Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out

How to love

How to love

See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever

Now you in the corner tryna put it together

How to love

How to love

For a second you were here

Why you over there?

Its hard not to stare the way you moving your body

Like you never had a love

Had a love

You had a lot of dreams that transform to visions

The fact that you saw the world affected all your decisions

But it wasn’t your fault

Wasn’t in your intentions

You the one here talking to me

You don’t wanna listen

But I admire your poppin bottles and dippin’

Just as much as you admire bartending and stripping

Baby, so don’t be mad

Nobody else trippin

You see a lot of crooks and the crooks still crook

See You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart

Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out

How to love

How to love

See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever

Now you in the corner tryna put it together

How to love

How to love

Oooh,

See I just want you to know

That you deserve the best

You’re beautiful

You’re beautiful

Yeah

And I want you to know, you’re far from the usual

Far from the usual

You see you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart

Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out

How to love

How to love

See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever

Now you in the corner tryna put it together

How to love

How to love

See you had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart

Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out

How to love

How to love

See you had a lot of moments that didn’t last forever

Now you in the corner tryna put it together

How to love

How to love

[Lil' Wayne]

You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart

Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out

How to love

How to love

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Ballin – Young Jeezy Ft. Lil Wayne 0

[Young Jeezy - Hook]

You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?

He think he ballin cause he got a block?

You know these hoes came to see me ball

You know these hoes love to see me ball

You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?

He think he ballin cause he got a block?

You know these hoes love to see me ball

You know these hoes came to see me ball

[Young Jeezy - Verse 1]

Hopped up out the bed, I think my roof gone

Think I forgot to put my roof on

Said “f-ck it, buy another car”

Hopped out the Lamb’

Said “f-ck it, bought another car”

I bought the Phantom just to say it’s black

I bought the Phantom just to take a nap

I’m getting head in the backseat

I might stop and stand it tall like a athlete

I’m ballin’ hard, I need a jersey on

So much bread on me, I can buy a Jersey home

I’m on them Diddy’s, spendin’ Dirty Money

I’m on that Jizzle, spendin’ my money

[Young Jeezy - Hook]

[Young Jeezy - Verse 2]

Still ballin’ like a muthaf-cker, tell ‘em that

Three platinum chains to match my platinum plaques

Ain’t got nuttin’ gold but some gold chains

Say “Jizzle, what’s the dough?”

Move the whole thang

My celly bumpin’ like a chat line

He bought a 500, need he, need a halftime

If yo job ain’t ballin’ hard, then you need to quit

You need a A T hard, then you need to split

Summer’s mine, winter too

I’m poppin’ bottles in the club, that’s what winners do

They claiming bitches, them my old hoes

They claim they ballin’ in my old flows

[Young Jeezy - Hook]

[Lil Wayne]

These hoes call me Tunechi baby

N-ggas think they seeing me, they hallucinating

Bitch, I’m ballin’, ballin’ like a muthaf-cker

12 gauge, bitch, I got a dozen of them

N-gga broke, acting like he got it though

I’m with a Spanish bitch, if she aint f-cking, adios!

So many cars I’m like eenie meenie minie moe

So many colours in the diamonds, Kaleidoscope

Last year I made a hundred million dollars flat

Run in ya house, and get to poppin’ at your shower cap

My homies got them firebirds like Pontiac

And if them bitches don’t sell, we buy em back

Where the strippers, tell em Tune on his way

Tell them n-ggas I’m strapped like lingerie

I aint trippin, I’m ballin, call me NBA

I-I aint trippin, I’m ballin, call me NBA

[Young Jeezy - Chorus x2]

You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?

He think he ballin cause he got a block?

You know these hoes came to see me ball

You know these hoes love to see me ball

[Lil Wayne]

You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?

He think he ballin cause he got a block?

[Young Jeezy - Hook]

You think you’re ballin cause you got a block?

He think he ballin cause he got a block?

You know these hoes came to see me ball

You know these hoes love to see me ball

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Im On One – Dj Khaled Ft. Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wayne 0

(Get em on)

I’m on one

(Get em on)

I’m on one

(Get em on)

I said I’m on one

[Drake]

I’m getting so throwed

I ain’t work this hard since I was 18

Apologize if I say, anything I don’t mean

Like whats up with your best friend?

We could all have some fun, believe me

And whats up with these new niggas?

And why they think it all comes so easy

But get it while you here boy

Cause all that hype don’t feel the same next year boy

Yeah and I’ll be right here in my spot with a little more cash than I already got

Trippin off you cause you had your shot

With my skin tanned and my hair long

And my fans who been so patient, me and 40 back to work but we still smell like a vacation

Hate the rumours, hate your bullshit

Hate these fucking allegations, I’m just feeling like the throne is for the taking

Watch me take it!

[Drake - Chorus]

All I care about is money and the city that I’m from

I’ma sip until I feel it, I’ma smoke it till it’s done

And I don’t really give a fuck, and my excuse is that I’m young

And I’m only getting older so somebody shoulda told ya

I’m on one

Yeah, fuck it, I’m on one

Yeah, I said I’m on one

Fuck it, I’m on one

Two white cups and I got that drink

Could be purple, it could be pink

Depending on how you mix that shit

Money that we got, never get that shit

Cause I’m on one

I said fuck it I’m on one

[Rick Ross]

I’m burning purple flowers

It’s burning my chest

I bury the most cash and burning the rest

Walking on the clouds, suspended in thin air

Do ones beneath me recognise the red bottoms I wear

Burner in the belt

Move the kids to the hills (BOSS)

Bend shawty on the sink, do it for the thrill

Kiss you on ya neck and tell ya everything is great

Even though I out on bond I might be facin’ 8’s

Still running with the same niggas til the death of me

Ever seen a million cash, gotta count it carefully

Ever made love to the woman of your dreams

In a room full of money out in London and she screams

Baby, I could take it there

Call Marc Jacobs personally to make a pair

So yeah, we on one, the feeling ain’t fair (Khaled)

And it’s double M G until I get the chair

[Drake - Chorus]

[Lil Wayne]

I walk around the club, fuck everybody

And all my niggas got that Heat I feel like Pat Riley

Yeah, too much money, ain’t enough money

You know the feds listening, nigga what money?

I’m a made nigga

I should dust something

You niggas on the bench

Like the bus coming

huh, ain’t nothing sweet but the swishas

I’m focused might aswell say cheese for the pictures

Ohhh, I’m about to go Andre the Giant

You a sell out, but I ain’t buying

Chopper dissect a nigga like science

Put an end to the world like Mayans

This a celebration bitches, Mazel Tov

It’s a slim chance I fall, olive oil

Tunechi be the name, don’t ask me how I got it

I’m killin’ these hoes I swear I’m tryna stop the violence

[Chorus]

Young mula baby, YMCMB

(Get em on)

I’m on one

(Get em on)

I’m on one

(Get em on)

I said I’m on one

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9 Piece – Rick Ross Ft. Lil Wayne 0

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone

I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone

he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones

he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls

MJG bitch I got 8 balls

9 piece, straight 8 balls

MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]

Suave house, still independant

Distribution Mexican

He still sending

No contract, take my word

Send a hundred packs bitch

Them my birds

Shoe box, no shoes in ‘em

In the two seater, me and two women

No Def Jam, went solo

Took the custy’s price so low

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone

I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone

he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones

he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls

MJG bitch I got 8 balls

9 piece, straight 8 balls

MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Lil Wayne - Verse 2]

It’s Lil Tunechi

Wattup doe?

I’m talking white girl, Marilyn Monroe

And I can get em for the sweet sixteen

Hard doe, call it HD Flat screen

F-ck outta here, no shit water whip

you got that tan though, look like a Florida bitch

Automatic leave you dead in the living room

Get it? Leave ‘em dead in the Living room

F-ck all these n-ggas and tell them bitches, to kiss my ass

I put a pistol to his head tell that n-gga have a blast

F-ck you mean, I’m talking keys like Ray Charles

Rack ‘em up, pool table full of 8 balls

Yeh

[Rick Chorus]

I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone

I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone

he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones

he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls

MJG bitch I got 8 balls

9 piece, straight 8 balls

MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone

I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone

he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones

he bought four, I front him 5 more

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Enrique Iglesias Ft. Usher & Lil Wayne – Dirty Dancer 0

Enrique, Usher

This is for the dirty girls

All around the world

Here we go

Dirty dirty dancer

‘Nother day, ‘nother night

And she acting like she don’t sleep

She’s a five when she drinks

But she’s a ten when she’s on top of me

She don’t want love she just wanna touch

She’s a greedy girl to never get enough

She don’t wanna love she just wanna touch

Got all the moves that make you get it up

She’s a dirty dirty dancer dirty dirty dancer,

Never ever lonely

She’s a dirty dirty dancer, dirty dirty dancer

You’ll never be her only

She’s a dirty dirty dancer dirty dirty dancer,

Never ever lonely

She’s a dirty dirty dancer, dirty dirty dancer

You’ll never be her only

It’s a game

That she plays

She can win with her eyes closed

It’s insane how she tames

She can turn you to an animal

She don’t want love she just wanna touch

She’s a greedy girl to never get enough

She don’t wanna love she just wanna touch

She’s got all the moves that make you give it up

She’s a dirty dirty dancer dirty dirty dancer,

Never ever lonely

She’s a dirty dirty dancer, dirty dirty dancer

You’ll never be her only

She’s a dirty dirty dancer dirty dirty dancer,

Never ever lonely

She’s a dirty dirty dancer, dirty dirty dancer

You’ll never be her only

Never be her only

She never satisfied

You better do it right

Before you’re lonely

No, she’s never satisfied

You better do it right

Before you’re lonely

She’s a dirty dirty dancer dirty dirty dancer,

Never ever lonely

She’s a dirty dirty dancer, dirty dirty dancer

You’ll never be her only

She’s a dirty dirty dancer dirty dirty dancer,

Never ever lonely

She’s a dirty dirty dancer, dirty dirty dancer

You’ll never be her only

You’ll never be her only

The girl don’t stop

Dirty dancer

The girl don’t stop

The girl don’t stop

Dirty dancer

The girl don’t stop

The girl don’t stop

Dirty dancer

The girl don’t stop

The girl don’t stop

Enrique, Usher

This is for the dirty girls

All around the world

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John – Lil Wayne Ft. Rick Ross 0

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet

I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch

I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck

I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat

When I was in jail she let me call her collect

But if she get greedy, I’ma starve her to death

Top down, it’s upset been f-cking the world and n-gga and I aint cum yet!

You f-ck with me wrong, I knock your head off your neck

The flight too long, I got a bed on the jet

The guns are drawn and I aint talking bout a sketch

I pay these n-ggas with a reality check

Prepare for the worst but still praying for the best

This game is a bitch I got my hand up her dress

The money don’t sleep so Weezy can’t rest

An AK47 is my f-cking address, huh

[Rick Ross]

I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]

Yeah

Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]

Big black n-gga, and an icey watch

Shoes on the coupe, bitch I got a Nike shop

Counts the profits you could bring ‘em in a Nike box

Grinding in my Jordans kick em off they might high, swish!

I’m swimming in the yellow bitch, boss

In the red 911 looking devilish

Red beam make a bitch n-gga sit down

Thought it were bullet proof till he got hit the fifth time

Drop Palmolive in a n-gga dope

Make it come back even harder than before

Baby I’m the only one that paid your car notes

Well connected, got killers off in Chicago

[Rick Ross]

I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

I got a chopper in the car

[Lil Wayne]

Load up the choppers like it’s December 31st

Roll up and cock it and hit them n-ggas where it hurts

If I die today, remember me like John Lennon

Buried in Louis, I’m talking all brown linen, huh

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]

Talk stupid get ya head popped

I got that Esther, bitch I’m red fox

Big bee’s, Red Sox

I get money to kill time, dead clocks

Your f-cking with a n-gga who don’t give a f-ck

Empty the clip than roll a window up

P-ssy n-ggas sweet, you n-ggas center bun

I’m in a red bitch, she said she finna cum

200 thou on a chain, I don’t need a piece

That banana clip, let Chiquita speak

Dark shades, Eazy E

Five letters, YMCMB

Bitch ass n-gga, p-ssy ass n-gga

I see ya looking, what ya looking at n-gga

You know the rules, kill em all and keep moving

If I died today it’d be a holiday

[Verse 4: Rick Ross]

I’m not a star, somebody lied I got a chopper in the car

So don’t make it come alive

Rip yo ass apart than I put myself together

YMCMB, double M, we rich forever

The bigger the bullet the more that bitch gon bang

Red on the wall, Basquiat when I paint

Red Lamborghini till I gave it to my bitch

My first home invasion, pocket gain and 40 bricks

Son of a bitch, than I made a great escape

Aint it funny momma, only son be baking cakes

Pull up in the sleigh, hop out like I’m santa claus

N-ggas gather round, got gifts for all of y’all

Take it home and let it bubble thats the double up

If you get in trouble that just mean you f-cking up

It’s a cold World I need a bird to cuddle up

I call the plays, muthaf-ck huddle up

[Lil Wayne]

I’m not a star, somebody lied, I got a chopper in the car

Yeah

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]

Fo’ fo’ bulldog, my muthaf-cking pet

I point it at you and tell that muthaf-cker fetch

I’m f-cking her good, she got her legs on my neck

I get p-ssy, mouth and ass, call that bitch triple threat

When I was in jail she let me call her collect

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Red Nation – The Game Ft. Lil Wayne 0

[Game - Verse 1]

Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky

N-gga don’t ask why

Red laces in and out of them Air Max ’95′s

I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June

Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand dune

Peace to my man ‘Tune for giving his man room

Now we hittin’ switches to the Spring Break, Cancun

Get it, nah forget it, SuWoo I live it

Made the letter B more famous than a Red Sox fitted

But that was suicide, I don’t live in Judah’s eyes

Half of these rappers weren’t trappin’ when I was choppin’ the do or die

Suge had me in, I went Puffy like Zab Judah eye

Dre called, told my baby momma “won’t you decide”

She chose Doc, first day I poured ? like its Aftermath for life

And all I do is ride

Before I turn on ‘em I kill Satan and stick my red flag in the ground

It’s Red Nation!!!

[Lil Wayne]

Now Blood the f-ck up

Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck

And we gon f-ck the World til that bitch bust nuts

I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what

And that’s, B’s up, hoes down

Lookin’ in the mirror, I’m nowhere to be found

Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound

Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - Verse 2]

N-ggas’ll trade they soul to be Drake or J. Cole

Live and die for this shit, word to Tupac Shakur’s halo

One blood, plural, n-gga I’m spendin’ Euro’s

Ferrari got an ice cream paint job, Dorrough

I’m up out the hood, where they pull guns on you like

Come up out ya hood, it aint never all good

We roll up in backwoods, n-gga get to actin’ stupid

Get thrown in the back woods

Los Angeles, home of the scandalous

Pimp, hoes and gamblers

98 degree’s on Christmas

N-gga we rollin’ cannibus

Swisha sweet aint it, I told her I’m Charles Louboutin

The bitch fainted, pulled her panites down, stain it

That’s my Chi-lingo, yeah I’m bi-lingual

Ball by myself, Ochocinco

Dancing with the stars, bullets and fast cars

And everybody bleed out here, word to God

[Lil Wayne]

Now Blood the f-ck up

Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck

And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts

I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what

And that’s, B’s up, hoes down

Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found

Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound

Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - Verse 3]

Russia got a Red Flag

US got Red Stripes

Last train to Paris, round the World in these red Nikes

Che Guevara of the New Era, test me

Louieville slugger, you’ll get buried in my era

Got that natty on, tighter than a magnum

Walk in the club saggin’ with a 38 magnum

Red Ralph Laurens, the double R sittin’ on a hill like Lauren

Her and the car foreign

Got my red Dre Beats on, tryna put my peeps on

And I keep it hood like this Phantom is a Nissan

Where my n-gga Jim Jones at?

Roll up the weed son, so many bloods in Compton had to get a NYC song

And while I’m out here, I might as well go shopping

And put this new bad b-tch I got her some red bottoms

And all these hatin’ ass n-ggas want me dead

Cause I’m Malcolm X before he turned Muslim, RED

[Lil Wayne]

Now Blood the f-ck up

Everyday’s a gamble muthaf-cker, tough luck

And we gon f-ck the World til the bitch bust nuts

I can’t tell ya whats good, but I can tell ya whats, what

And that’s, B’s up, hoes down

Lookin’ in the mirror, I know where to be found

Blood, I’m a dog, call me a blood hound

Throwin’ blood in the air, leave blood on the ground

[Game - Verse 1]

Throw your muthaf-cking Cincinnati hats in the sky

N-gga don’t ask why

Red laces in and out of them Air Max ’95′s

I, walk on the moon, flow hotter than June

Any n-gga want drama I kick up a sand dune

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I’m Into You – Jennifer Lopez Ft. Lil Wayne 0

[Lil Wayne]

Hi, I’m Tune, the man on the moon

I live on the beach, get the sand out ya shoes

And all of that changed since I met you

So we can leave that old shit in the restroom

Ok, I’m into you, like you never knew

I’m falling for you baby, I need a parachute

So wet, I need a wetsuit

You’re way too fly, I could be ya jet fuel

Now tell me what you like

I like what you tell me

And if you understand me, you can overwhelm me

It’s too late, it’s too late

Every finish line is the beginning of a new race

Young Money!

[J Lo]

You got me and I could not defend it

I tried but I had to surrender

Your style got me under the spell

Let me no other choice but to get down

It’s too late, it’s too late

It’s too late, it’s too late

You got it, you got it

You got it, you got it

When I look into your eyes, it’s over

You got me hooked with your love controller

I’m trippin’ and I could not get over

I feel lucky like a four leaf clover

I’m into you, I’m into you

I’m into you, yeaaah

I’m into you, I’m into you

I’m into you, yeaaah

Nana nananana nana-na-eh

Nana nananana nana-na-eh

Listen, now I’m strong baby I bring the fire on

Sharp shooter you can call me the zion

I’m not the one easy to get to

But all that changed, baby when I met you

It’s too late, it’s too late

It’s too late, it’s too late

You got it, you got it

You got it, you got it

When I look into your eyes, it’s over

You got me hooked with your love controller

I’m trippin’ and I could not get over

I feel lucky like a four leaf clover

I’m into you, I’m into you

I’m into you, yeaaah

I’m into you, I’m into you

I’m into you, yeaaah

Nana nananana nana-na-eh

Nana nananana nana-na-eh

I’m not burning and I’m feeling you boy

Get it on if you feeling my world now

I love the way that you moving

And I’m listening to how you grooving

So if you need me, just call on the cruise

We can be whatever that you want in the news

Boy, cause I’m on it and you on it

So we just tell me now

When I look into your eyes, it’s over

You got me hooked with your love controller

I’m trippin’ and I could not get over

I feel lucky like a four leaf clover

I’m into you, I’m into you

I’m into you, yeaaah

I’m into you, I’m into you

I’m into you, yeaaah

Nana nananana nana-na-eh

Nana nananana nana-na-eh

I’m into you, I’m into you

I’m into you, yeaaah baby

I’m into you, I’m into you

I’m into you, yeaaah

[Lil Wayne]

Hi, I’m Tune, the man on the moon

I live on the beach, get the sand out ya shoes

And all of that changed since I met you

So we can leave that old shit in the restroom

Ok, I’m into you, like you never knew

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Motivation – Kelly Rowland Ft. Lil Wayne 0

[Kelly Rowland]

Oh lover, don’t you dare slow down

Go longer, you can last more rounds

Push harder, your almost there now

So go lover, make my mother proud

And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs

And when were done, I just wanna feel youre hands all over me baby

You can’t stop there, music still playin in the background

And you’re almost there

You can do it, I believe in you baby

So close from here

So baby I’mma be your motivation

Go, go, go, go

Motivation

Go, go, go, go

Oh Lover, when you call my name

No other, can do that the same

Won’t let ya get up out of there again

So lover, dont it make me rain

And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs

And when were done, I just wanna feel youre hands all over me baby

You can’t stop there, music still playin in the background

And you’re almost there

You can do it, I believe in you baby

So close from here

[Lil Wayne]

Uh, girl I turn that thing into a rainforest

Rain on my head, call that brainstorming

Yeah this is deep, but oh, I go deeper

Make you lose yourself, and finders keepers

It go green light, go Weezy go

I like to taste that sugar, that sweet and low

But hold up wait, new position

I put her on my plate then do the dishes

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She my motivation, I’m her transportation

Cause I let her ride, while I drive her crazy

Then I just keep going going, like I’m racing

When I’m done she hold me like a conversation

Weezy, baby

[Kelly Rowland]

And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs

And when were done, I just wanna feel youre hands all over me baby

You can’t stop there, music still playin in the background

And you’re almost there

You can do it, I believe in you baby

So close from here

[Kelly Rowland]

Oh lover, don’t you dare slow down

Go longer, you can last more rounds

Push harder, your almost there now

So go lover, make my mother proud

And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs

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This Is What Rock N Roll Like – Porcelain Black Ft. Lil Wayne 0

[Porcelain Black - Chorus]

Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage

Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace

Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Umm, microphone check one, two

Yeah, yeah, it’s Porcelain baby

And this is what Rock n Roll Looks like

The dark days falling down on my stand

I feel the thirst to get it in

Touble, trouble, drink it down

Like a king, I take the crown

?

Cause we’re the kids, make love to the night

We gonna get this, we gonna start a fight

[Porcelain Black - Chorus]

Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage

Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace

Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah

(hey, hey, hey)

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now

(Hey)

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-now

(Hey hey)

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now

(Hey)

We’re putting dark shades on for the cameras

Take a picture now if you wanna have us

Lipstick smeared across my face

Not a drop willl go to waste

Baby the beast is yours to chase

Cause we’re the kids, make love to the night

We gonna get this, we gonna start a fight

[Porcelain Black - Chorus]

Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage

Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace

Lyrics courtesy of www.killerhiphop.com

Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah

(hey, hey, hey)

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now

(Hey)

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-now

(Hey hey)

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now

(Hey)

[Lil Wayne]

I-I-I-I need a cigarette and a bad bitch

Come be my soccer ball and get yo ass kicked

I like my pizza cold, I like my glass full

I don’t like bullshit, but I like red bull

I smell like Guns and Roses

I look like money bitch

I taste like Rock n Roll

I make her lick her lips

And all the drama’s dead

Im in the past life

I forgot her name but I remember last night

You can do what you do

I done did enough

I’m on that gangsta shit

I don’t give a f-ck

Weezy

[Porcelain Black]

You wanna talk the talk, get up and show me the walk

You wanna talk the talk, you better show me the walk

You wanna talk the talk, get up and show me ya walk

You wanna talk the talk, you better show me ya walk

[Porcelain Black - Chorus x2]

Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage

Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace

Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-nah

(hey, hey, hey)

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now

(Hey)

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-now

(Hey hey)

Na-na-na-na-nana-na-na-now, na-now

(Hey)

[Porcelain Black - Chorus]

Hey hey hey if you’re ready to rage

Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

Yeah yeah yeah, wearing leather and lace

Raise your hands up, this what rock and roll looks like

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