Young Thug – Paper Terminator Lyrics

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[Intro]
Guwop and Meechie (say it)
Free them, real legends (yeah)
They took care of the streets
I know they gon’ go to heaven (uhh)
We got London on da track
You wouldn’t think they locked up
The way that they steady blessin’ (oh)
I’ma give them some (oh)
And I’m gon’ ice out both they necklaces (oh)

[Chorus 1]
The terminator, I see paper, I need Vizine (yeah)
I know some Haitians, they say “Sak Pase,” they hyenas (sak pase!)
I know some niggas cut like chefs and they cook Justin Bieber (oh)
I feel like Farrakhan, I want some justice for them people (hey)
Catch up like mustard, DJ Mustard (woah)
If a nigga play with Thugger, repercussion (woah, blatt!)
Got racks up to 87, he’d have leased the Lexus (skrrrr)
2020, Kanye just might win the elections

[Verse 1]
I hope he win & shit!
I’ma win a necklace (Thugger)
I’ma fuck your bestie (hee)
We illegal weapons (woah)
All my niggas treacherous (swea, swea)
Hey! Goin’ out like Elvis Presley (yeah)
I’m already legend (oh)
I’m already rested
Ice on arm, look like a Rollie (oh)
I’ll hit that Ginobili (oh)
Rollie Pollie Ollie (oh)
Remind her of the old me (yeah)
Remind that she gotta fuck my slime
My bro and woadie (sheesh)
You don’t live if you owe me (swea)
Wallet chain like some goldies (ice, bling)
Bitch, you old wiggin’ (cash)
I’ve been told to step it up
She on that old shit (cash)
AP flooded, one of one
And I’m not even sure this it (cash!)
If you fucked her, then she caught it
Yeah, you owe the bitch (brrrrt)
Player, we on OG shit (pimp, chuch!)
Hun-hunnid thousand come on notices (racks, hunna!)
I-I’m a beast, I know I’m Willie B (ahh!)
Hunnid thousand spent and I didn’t notice it
Hey!

[Chorus 2]
The terminator, I see paper, I need Vizine (yeah)
Went got that paper, stacked it up, now I don’t gotta scheme (nah)
We in the kitchen cookin’ up, this ain’t no pot of beans (nah, woo)
Got off my ass, went got that bag, now I supply the team (swea)
Now I’m like mustard, ketchup, mustard (hey)
I’m like “baby, make me nut, or repercussion” (hey)
Put duck sauce and gravy on my racks, they like “okay” (hey)
Found out I fucked his hoe, now he calling me gay (what?)

[Verse 2]
I’m a shot-caller (caller, pots!)
I’m smokin’ gas and that’s that mud (ah, ah)
I’ma put that thumb right in her butt (woah, get it)
My lil girl want me to blow some racks on her (so what you did?)
I had to do it, I had to do it (woo, woo, woo)
She ain’t fuckin’ you like she should (woo, woo, woo)
She pulled up so fresh, and now they like ain’t (woo, woo, woo)
Fa-fa-fa-fa-fa, I wanna do it (brrrrrrrrtttt)
I put them trees on your head, I wish you wood (wish you would)
I was lookin’ at them Raris yesterday (skrt skrt)
Thinkin’ like two years ago, I got my cars from Chevrolet (swea)
AK-K-K-K-K-K-K (grah! brrr)
SK knock you to the moon, that’s my best day (yah, graw! brrr)
Nigga invasive (sheesh)
We don’t crab, we gon’ go and let the rest play (yeah)
I-I-I’m a bossa! B-O-S-S-A
Who you be? I can’t see
Sportsmanship, you can’t dee
Choppa E, J-E (what?)
Bitch, F-F
1500, Cash Money
All hunnas, watch your step
I will never stop ’til death
We gon’ dab in Molly deal
Hire me a lobster chef
No-no-no, no stoppin’ him! (no)

Chief Keef & Fredo Santana – Bags Lyrics

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop

[Verse 1: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana]
I got trash bags full of money, ay
I got mad bags full of money, ay
I got glad bags full of money, ay
Don’t get mad, go and get some money, ay
I pity the fool that go against me, ay
So much ice, thought I was Mr. T, ay
GBE the new Cash Money, Bling Bling
Hunnid pints on my dresser, I’m a fiend
I don’t wanna focus, get up on yo knees
Finna pour a four then take my ass to sleep
Don’t need no cosign, bitch I’m certified in the streets
And I don’t go nowhere without my fuckin’ heat

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop

[Verse 3:]
I got 3 watches
I got 2 maids, 1 mansion
I got 7 chains
I got 8 beamers, none rented
I got marble floors, marble countertops, none granite
I got all this guap, go and get you some, young nigga
I got 11 thousand 50’s, 12 thousand hunnids, ain’t none little
I got 5 thousand ones in the strip club, they know I live it
I got 5 bricks, 10 traps, boy I really get it
Everything you already done, I already did it
I got 5 Glocks, 3 MACs, and 2 K’s
Run up on me, boy your stupid, I’m too crazy
Can’t put my trust up in a bitch or nigga, they two faced
Everywhere that I go, it’s a shootin’

[Chorus: Chief Keef & Fredo Santana
I got 10 racks
I got 20 racks, 30 racks
I got 40 racks
I got 50 racks, dirty racks
I got 60 racks
I got 70 racks, 80 racks
Got a hunnid racks
Hunnid in a strap, hunnid pack
I got 10 bitches out here sellin’ ass for that cash
I got 10 niggas out here that’s gon blast for my ass
I got 10 shooters on the front and on the rooftop
I got 10 traps and them bitches movin’ nonstop

Cam’ron – Oh Girl (Oh Boy Remix) Lyrics

[Intro: Cam’ron]
Remix! Uh huh (oh baby)
Diplomats, holla
Cash Money, huh, nothin’

[Verse 1: Cam’ron (TQ)]
When Cam saw the (girl) look at her shoes (girl)
Look at her purse (girl) all I said was (oh girl)
Look mami I’m no good, I’m so hood
You know my potential
But for you I might change my whole schedule
We’ll go shoppin’, coppin’, sweat suit juicy
Jeans theory, I don’t sweat no hoochie
I want the (girl) so she gave me the (girl)
Now I’m screamin’ out (girl, girl, girl, girl)
Huh, holla…

[Verse 2: Birdman (TQ)]
Hey, hey
See I mink my (girl) I thank for my (girl)
Than this yo (world) cause you the Bird (girl)
Mami I whip my (girl) spend chips with my (girl)
Hit the mall then girls spend chips with my cliques
See I platinum my (girl) satin sheets my (girl)
See I Gucci my (girl) chinchilla my (my girl)
Well it’s the Birdman (girl) see ya tomorrow night (girl)
Diplomat, Roc-A-Fella, too much money for ya, yeah

[Verse 3: Jim Jones (TQ)]
Well pardon me (girl) but I’m tryin’ to slide (girl)
Get drunk and high (girl) and not just the minimal
Ma you dealin’ with some criminals
And we always wear heaters
Them wife beaters and icy white speakers
Plus, I like (girl) that only like (girl)
That don’t make ’em dike (girl) but that make ’em my (oh girl)
Ooh, I can’t believe what I said
You won’t believe what I said
Until I have to catch 3 in the bed, holla

[Verse 4: Birdman (TQ)]
I love the Miami (girl) them N-Y (girl)
Them L.A. (girl) and them New Orleans (oh girl)
See them Boston (girl) and them D type (girl)
A-T-L, pimp, let’s get money girl
I like them Benzes (girl) them Lexus (girl)
Cadillacs nice (girl) Smith & Wesson my (oh girl)
Big coupe for the (girl) Lexus dupe for the (girl)
Get a Benz with them bubble eye lens for my (girl)

[Verse 5: Cam’ron (TQ)]
Killa, Killa, Killa
What about them Chi-town (girl) and them Harlem World (girl)
And them H-Town (girl) and them Seattle (oh girl)
It’s the Birdman (girl) and the Byrd Gang (girl)
Be prepared for brain, then you can wear the chain (my girl)
A thousand grams you carryin’, B
This way I can see if you can carry a ki
I’m from the valet, carried the key to carry a V
Married a G, now you carryin’ me (don’t play yourself)
C’mon (girl) go on now (girl)
And so on, and so on, and so on now (oh girl)
Relax, relate, release just chief
And you’ll be at peace, that’s how I reached my (girl)

[Verse 6: Jim Jones (TQ)]
Well let me talk to the (girl) cause if she walk about my way dogs
I got no choice but talk to the (oh girl)
For every (girl) in the ghetto that get some change
Cop a pair of stilettos and do they hair and look special (oh girl)
I’m in love with ya gangsta
But trust me girl, you gon’ be in love with this gangsta
So I’m lookin’ for the (girl)
So I can hook up with the (girl, girl, girl, girl)
And them brains have me screamin’ out “girl!”

[Verse 7: Birdman (TQ)]
Hey, hey, hey
See I Louie my (girl) bought rims for my (girl)
Bought tires for my (girl) new lens for my (oh girl)
Cartiers for my (girl) then I braided my (girl)
6 drop-top coupe no kit on the
See I lifted my (girl) car chauffeur my (girl)
Two-seater my (girl) new Beamer my (oh girl)
And then I flip my (girl) then I dip my (girl)
Me and Cam hit the block in them (girl girl girl)

[Verse 8: Jim Jones (TQ)]
Fuck the talkin’, not too much that the Jones can say
But baby girl are you goin my way, listen (girl)
Let’s get missin’ (girl)
I’ma hit you with the keys and I’ll let you whip it
Not to be so cocky and rude
My chains are platinum, my rocks they are huge (oh girl)
So, let ya thong be showed and ya top you can lose
And come cruise in the drop with no shoes

[Verse 9: Cam’ron (TQ)]
Killa, Killa
What about boricua (girl) Dominicana (girl)
My black miss (girl) my Saks Fifth (oh girl)
My crack flip (girl) my wrap wrist (girl)
Don’t act shit, don’t take jack shit
My stylin V (girl) my island V (girl)
My seven jeans (girl) it’s a f’in’ mean world (oh girl)
But it’s the boy, that flip the (girl)
So after I flip the girls, get back at the boy, Killa (yeaaah)

[Outro: Cam’ron (TQ)]
Uh huh, it’s nothin’ man
Cash Money, Diplomats, TQ, Jim Jones (oh girl, oooh yeah)
Baby, Killa the Don… (yeaaah)
You know, you know hoe money is slow money but it’s sho’ money
Harlem, New Orleans
It’s nothin’ man, Santana, Freekey (oh girl, yeah, yeah)
Weezy I see’s you man, holla

[Outro: Birdman]
Roc-A-Fella, we get money pimp
You understand, Weezy Weezy baby
Holla at yo’ boy! You know?
Let’s get the chop cross the chips and get the bricks with them…
C’mon, let’s get money pimp
Wooo! T-Qeezy my baby!
You know? I’m lookin’ for a girl, you understand
That can break me off and give me somethin’ lovely, HOLLA!

Ace Hood – Long Way Lyrics

[Chorus]
Long way
We done came a long way nigga
Came a long way
We done came a long way nigga
Did it for my mama and my family them
Stayed true, never changed now we finally here
Caught up reminiscing in my head spaces
As I’m looking round the room I’m thinking God’s great
We done came a long way
We done came a long way nigga
Bucket after bucket I looked up to Cash Money
Told ’em I’ll be rich them, niggas thought that shit was funny man
We done came a long way
We done came a long way nigga
We done came a long way
Got this shit the strong way nigga

[Verse 1]
When my nigga Fo died it’s like I died too
I swear sometimes its like I need you just to pull through
We make mistakes we can’t erase but that’s how life go
It’s just the type of shit I’m thinking when the lights low
I had to cut some people off for me to elevate
Remind myself like everyday that I’m a heavyweight
I’m independent there’s a difference get your facts straight
World touring off a motherfuckin’ mixtape, God’s great

[Chorus]
Long way
We done came a long way nigga
Came a long way
We done came a long way nigga
Did it for my mama and my family them
Stayed true, never changed now we finally here
Caught up reminiscing in my head spaces
As I’m looking round the room I’m thinking God’s great
We done came a long way
We done came a long way nigga
Bucket after bucket I looked up to Cash Money
Told ’em I’ll be rich them, niggas thought that shit was funny man
We done came a long way
We done came a long way nigga
We done came a long way
Got this shit the strong way nigga

[Verse 2]
I been gassing up the tank it ain’t no letting up
I ‘member rocking Bugle boy but now I’m buttoned up
Them sucker niggas they would laugh when I was coming up
And now your girl would sell her soul to stand in front of us
Boy I got the juice I got the glow I’m screaming hallelujah
Fashion week in NYC I feel like Rick The Ruler
My rollie bezel falling off i damn near shot the jeweler
I went and bought a bigger house for all these crazy rumors, facts though
And all my niggas proud of me
You feeling like I’m feeling nigga smile for me
I felt like it was yesterday when I was praying for this real shit to resonate

[Chorus]
Long way
We done came a long way nigga
Came a long way
We done came a long way nigga
Did it for my mama and my family them
Stayed true, never changed now we finally here
Caught up reminiscing in my head spaces
As I’m looking round the room I’m thinking God’s great
We done came a long way
We done came a long way nigga
Bucket after bucket I looked up to Cash Money
Told ’em I’ll be rich them, niggas thought that shit was funny man
We done came a long way
We done came a long way nigga
We done came a long way
Got this shit the strong way nigga

Lil Wayne “Dedication 6: Reloaded” Mixtape: Listen

Lil Wayne debuts his new mixtape Dedication 6: Reloaded with 20 more bangers.

Weezy released Dedication 6 in December and a month later he released the part two of the album hosted by DJ Drama making it the latest addition to his Gangsta Grillz mixtape series. Drama and Lil Wayne teamed up in 2005 for the launch of the series and since then we’ve seen six installments and now sign that they will ever end the production. D6: Reloaded is the latest addition to the saga.

D6R comes with 20 songs including a track with Drake “Family Feud,” Rich The Kid is featured on “Don’t Shoot Em” and Juelz Santana came through for “Bloody Mary.” Elsewhere on the project you will also find remixed for $AP Ferg’s “Plain Jane,” Lil Pump’s “Gucci Gang” called “Groupie Gang,” and Kendrick Lamar and Rihanna’s “Loyalty” called “Weezy N Madonna.”

Lil Wayne and DJ Drama brings forward a variety of guest artists for each installment in the Dedication mixtape series. Over the years we’ve seen the likes of The Weeknd, Nicki Minaj, T.I., J. Cole and more jumping on the project. For the first half of D6, Weezy tapped some of his Young Money comrades, Gudda Gudda, Euro, Cory Gunz, and HoodyBaby, for some guest verses.

While he has been dropping mixtapes, we’ve yet to get a full album from Lil Wayne for years after Cash Money shelves his long-awaited Tha Carter V project. Last year he filed legal documents asking a judge to dissolve Young Money or appoint a receiver to oversee the operations but Birdman objected to the move and file a counter as he moves to block Weezy from disbanding the iconic label they founded 15 years ago. Wayne has a pending lawsuit against Birdman and Cash Money for $51 million. That case has been ongoing for the past three years.

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Jacquees & Dej Loaf – Fuck A Friend Zone (Fuck A Friend Zone Album)

[Intro: Jacquees]
Aye whoever the last nigga you was dealing with
You can tell him it’s over with
Diggin yo vibe
I’m Jacquees
(Nash B chilling)
Yeah I know you Dej Loaf
I know you fly, fresh
Know I was dying just to see you

[Verse 1: Jacquees]
It was the end of 2014
Just signed a deal with Cash Money
This way before I had the Matte Jeep
I heard this record called "Try Me"
I downloaded "Sell Sole"
Yeah I was fucking with ya mixtape
Me, Hennessy, & U
Thinking how many shots would you take
QueMix 2 put it on my tape
2015 caught you in valet
All black dress I’m thinking no way
Short brown lady yeah this is my taste
So I take a shot I wanna meet Dej
She say I play your songs everyday
Took a picture put it on my page
I think she feeling me and my wave

[Verse 2: Dej Loaf]
I used to watch you on Youtube, eh
So when I met you it’s like I knew you
God Damn, God Damn, he done blew
Ain’t that shit a blessing why God choose us
If I had to choose I would choose you
Lil Dej I’m just looking for a cupid
God Damn, it’s amazing
Dreads wasn’t long and you had braces
I know you heard the rumors
Talking like I’m taken
But it ain’t nothing that can’t be replaced yeah
Look at how time flies, by
Wanna be yours and you wanna be mine

[Bridge: Jacquees & Dej Loaf]
So why we wasting all this time
You done went from tomboy to a dime
I think we a make it
Fuck what they saying
Music love making
Yeah you’ve been patient
Why we keep playing
Why, why we keep playing
Dej Loaf
I just wanted to sing your name

[Outro: Jacquees & Dej Loaf]
He said fuck a friend zone
Got him on his best behavior
How you do that
He said fuck em
He said fuck a friend zone
Got him on his best behavior
How you do that