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from R. Kelly - Supaman High [single] (2009)
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It's kellz Kellz and OJ [OJ] Swag thru the club, throwin money in the sky I can't lie, I'ma ball til I die Blunt somethin good Got me Superman high With a special made chain And it caught ya cutie eye Supaman high Dun dun duhhh.. (I get supaman high) Dun dun duhhh.. (I get supaman high) Dun dun duhhh.. (I get supaman high) [Kellz] Supaman high, Spidaman kush E-man watch on Katgirl neck Batman car, Batman rimz Jump out girls like damn dat's dem Drop dead coop, drop top benz Me and yo friends, can all be friends Walk thru the club, smoke in the wind Just played Supaman and playin it again From the A to the Chi, to the West coast Supaman flight flyin to the East coast Wonda woman bracelet Murp Flintstone Jelly bean diamonds, crazy ice on Supaman geeked up, lac truck, rimmed up Supaman rich-high, Scottie just rimmed up [OJ] When we ball off in tha club poppin bottles of patron Don hulion - man we got it goin on Yeea, we got it goin on! DVS carrots full of diamonds and the stones Swag thru duh club, throwin money in the sky I can't lie, I'ma ball til I die Blunt somethin good Got me superman high With a special made chain And it caught ya cutie eye Dun dun duhhh.. (I get supaman high) Dun dun duhhh.. (I get supaman high) Dun dun duhhh.. (I get supaman high) Yeaaa, what it is? Ball up in the club, 50-hundred dolla bills Right-hand ice cause I got street skill New chicago just to fuck with kells Yeea, money by the bell Mail hand nasty said ya betta cuff ya girl I can change ya life and bring ya in the juice world Both at work and yea she stand in gucci heels Pinky ring did like I played for the pin Swag thru the club, throwin blunts of duh peel 09 trappin young juice he tha shiiiit Put me in the hood and I can still work a brick Put me in the club and I can still work a bitch Come on lil shawty, we tha shit Iced out shawty man juice a walkin brick When we ball off in tha club poppin bottles of patron Don hulion - man we got it goin on Yeea, we got it goin |
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from Twista - Category F5 (2009)
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Said we waling on ice With our wrist like BRRR! And our chain like AYE! And our diamonds like OKAY! And our cars be super fast And we smokin up that ganz Twista, Juiceman, Gucci man we get that cash REPEAT CHORUS *TWISTA* Now when I spit it for the niggas and the bitches, I be coming with a flow and it be so bizarre Kick ass like Bruce Lee Cause I've got diamonds like - Woo taa! And the cush is like - Woo taa! And the cars is like - woooooo! My sound effects make um' say YOU'S A MUTHA FUCKIN FOOL You can tell from the streets, I got love from and I'm fresh, And you can't take it, You can tell from the neck, I'm plugged yes I'M IN THE MATRIX OJ and GUCCI, tell me who that nigga right there that been seen wit' ya, Named after the car, so call me PEARL-TANGERINE-TWISTA, If she is my chiba Then she is my fiance, My Nina's a Diva, So I call her Beyonce My chain got me leaning, so I call it a Bombay, My watch is conceited, so I call it a KANYE! CHORUS x2 *GUCCI MANE* I'm smokin' on that Ganja like a Rasta, Jewelry sIck my Jeweler need a doctor, Your not my type of hype Girl you look like MUNSTA! Head game lame Gucci man a flunk ya, Candy ice game, thuggin' since a yungsta, Candy watch game, watch like Willy Wonka, Don't make me tell my nigga Woo (Woo da kid) to trunk ya, A wakaflaka flames to DOUBLE-PUMP YA COMMA, COMMA, COMMA, Boy go win ya BANKS up! Me and Juiceman, let's go buy some more stuff! Fuck a broad man, we down to put the house up! Put your hood up, THEN STEP YOUR GAME UP! CHORUSx2 *OJ THE JUICEMAN* Alaska and Atlanta, Fo rings shawty Three chains swang,D-U-B's on my charger Yes im a STUNTER,and im doing NUMBERS! Right Wrist NASTY, left wrist DUMBER! I spunt (spent) the whole hunderd (hundred) on a neckless and a Hummer! Ballin' like a Nba Star wit dem commas, Chain like Karate Kid, kicking white diamonds, Wax on Wax off, DAMN MY DIAMONDS SHININ' Pull up in that Gray thang, 28 Asanti's, Fo pockets full cuz Juiceman get dat money, Six cell phones 2 trap spots Bunkin Yung Juiceman blowing pounds of dat FUNKY! CHORUSx2 |
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from Drama - Gangsta Grillz : The Album Vol.2 (2009)
[Gucci Mane - Verse 1]
Ridiculous, it's hilarious how yo' girl is starin' kid All the flows I carry stickin' It ain't no comparison the clarity is excellent Breitling cost ya budget bitch that's why a nigga flexin' it Coulda bought a mini mansion but I bought a necklace Coulda bought a Bentley but instead I bought a Chevrolet Donk is sittin' ridiculous, thaik I'm hittin' switches bitch Nah them ain't no switches Bitches chrome liftes 26's Trap house with 'bout twenty kitchens Twenty chickens Twenty minutes Twenty chickens Twenty minutes I'ma scratch out every penny Two will make a three and that one will bring an extra twenty I was gettin' it, I admit it But right now I'm extra gettin' it MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble MVP is my statistic I just scored a triple double Coke and kush and extacy my trap is guaranteed to bubble [Gucci Mane - Chorus] 150 grand on both wrists This shit ridiculous Rims cost a whole chicken This shit ridiculous Chain cost a whole ticket This shit ridiculous Hummer truck on thirty inches This shit ridiculous [Yo Gotti - Chorus] Sixteen for a whole chicken This shit ridiculous Powder 'round the whole kitchen This shit ridiculous Watch ya mouth cuz the FEDS listenin' This shit ridiculous Watch ya boy, cuz that nigga's snitchin' This shit ridiculous [Yo Gotti - Verse 2] New Benz That bitch ridiculous Vitamin Water paint job and I ain't 50 Cent Big Bird yellow D's no Sesame Street Cookie Monster of the hood cuz I love to eat Ridiculous watch Ridiculous chain Ridiculous bitch, cuz she got Ridiculous brain She ridiculous thick I don't remember her name, ridiculous dog got to treat hoes the same I'll take 'em the linens, I'll might buy all purse She gon' fuck all my niggas She gon' ride with that work Ridiculous whip Ridiculous crib Ridiculous life that's just the way that I live You a hater Dick in the ass taker Fake ass gangsta with a fake ass Jacob Moscow nigga look at the shit you make up Cocaine cowboy look at this shit I shake-up [Chorus] |
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from R. Kelly - Supaman High [Dirty Version] [single] (2009)
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It's kellz Kellz and OJ Swag thru the club throwin money in the sky I can't lie I'ma ball til I die Blunt somethin good Got me Superman high With a special made chain And it caught ya cutie eye Supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Supaman high Spidaman kush E man watch on Katgirl neck Batman car Batman rimz Jump out girls like damn dat's dem Drop dead coop drop top benz Me and yo friends can all be friends Walk thru the club smoke in the wind Just played Supaman and playin it again From the A to the Chi to the West coast Supaman flight flyin to the East coast Wonda woman bracelet Murp Flintstone Jelly bean diamonds crazy ice on Supaman geeked up lac truck rimmed up Supaman rich high Scottie just rimmed up When we ball off in tha club poppin bottles of patron Don hulion man we got it goin on Yeea we got it goin on DVS carrots full of diamondsand the stones Swag thru duh club throwin money in the sky I can't lie I'ma ball til I die Blunt somethin good Got me superman high With a special made chain And it caught ya cutie eye Supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Yeaaa what it is Ball up in the club 50 hundred dolla bills Right hand ice cause I got street skill New chicago just to fuck with kells Yeea money by the bell Mail hand nasty said ya betta cuff ya girl I can change ya life and bring ya in the juice world Both at work and yea she stand in gucci heels Pinky ring did like I played for the pin Swag thru the club throwin blunts of duh peel 09 trappin young juice he tha shiiiit Put me in the hood and I can still work a brick Put me in the club and I can still work a bitch Come on lil shawty we tha shit Iced out shawty man juice a walkin brick When we ball off in tha club poppin bottles of patron Don hulion man we got it goin on Yeea we got it goin on DVS carrots full of diamonds and the stones Swag thru the club throwin money in the sky I can't lie I'ma ball til I die Blunt somethin good Got me superman high With a special made chain And it caught ya cutie eye Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Supaman crib Supaman car Supaman shades on flyin through ya block Hatas kryptonite I keep em far from the R Got dat supa kush all I need is some cops We took 3 shots now we doin it again Tomorrow night yea we'll be doin it again Shawty get the fly way in the supa benz Jo she supa cute and her booty supa big Drop it on the floor supa head on swole She look just like a supa stripper comin down da pole Dun dun duhhh I used my supa vision I can see shawty wanna leave with me Yea she a supa freak When we ball off in tha club poppin bottles of patron Don hulion man we got it goin on Yeea we got it goin on DVS carrots full of diamonds and the stones Swag thru the club throwin money in the sky I can't lie I'ma ball til I die Blunt somethin good Got me superman high With a special made chain And it caught ya cutie eye Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high |
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from R. Kelly - Untitled (2009)
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It's kellz Kellz and OJ Swag thru the club throwin money in the sky I can't lie I'ma ball til I die Blunt somethin good Got me Superman high With a special made chain And it caught ya cutie eye Supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Supaman high Spidaman kush E man watch on Katgirl neck Batman car Batman rimz Jump out girls like damn dat's dem Drop dead coop drop top benz Me and yo friends can all be friends Walk thru the club smoke in the wind Just played Supaman and playin it again From the A to the Chi to the West coast Supaman flight flyin to the East coast Wonda woman bracelet Murp Flintstone Jelly bean diamonds crazy ice on Supaman geeked up lac truck rimmed up Supaman rich high Scottie just rimmed up When we ball off in tha club poppin bottles of patron Don hulion man we got it goin on Yeea we got it goin on DVS carrots full of diamondsand the stones Swag thru duh club throwin money in the sky I can't lie I'ma ball til I die Blunt somethin good Got me superman high With a special made chain And it caught ya cutie eye Supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Yeaaa what it is Ball up in the club 50 hundred dolla bills Right hand ice cause I got street skill New chicago just to fuck with kells Yeea money by the bell Mail hand nasty said ya betta cuff ya girl I can change ya life and bring ya in the juice world Both at work and yea she stand in gucci heels Pinky ring did like I played for the pin Swag thru the club throwin blunts of duh peel 09 trappin young juice he tha shiiiit Put me in the hood and I can still work a brick Put me in the club and I can still work a bitch Come on lil shawty we tha shit Iced out shawty man juice a walkin brick When we ball off in tha club poppin bottles of patron Don hulion man we got it goin on Yeea we got it goin on DVS carrots full of diamonds and the stones Swag thru the club throwin money in the sky I can't lie I'ma ball til I die Blunt somethin good Got me superman high With a special made chain And it caught ya cutie eye Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Supaman crib Supaman car Supaman shades on flyin through ya block Hatas kryptonite I keep em far from the R Got dat supa kush all I need is some cops We took 3 shots now we doin it again Tomorrow night yea we'll be doin it again Shawty get the fly way in the supa benz Jo she supa cute and her booty supa big Drop it on the floor supa head on swole She look just like a supa stripper comin down da pole Dun dun duhhh I used my supa vision I can see shawty wanna leave with me Yea she a supa freak When we ball off in tha club poppin bottles of patron Don hulion man we got it goin on Yeea we got it goin on DVS carrots full of diamonds and the stones Swag thru the club throwin money in the sky I can't lie I'ma ball til I die Blunt somethin good Got me superman high With a special made chain And it caught ya cutie eye Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high Dun dun duhhh I get supaman high |
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from Gucci Mane - The State Vs. Radric Davis (2009)
Its money mane, n juice man, n gucci mane, gucci mane,
Gucci V1 Ima keep droppin versus, Hotta den tha hottest summa, Eat rappers like jeffrey domer, Dope color shanay o conner?, Should i name another woman, Russian like president obama, Wannna buy two extra commas, All my shoes are Ferragamo Lightning actually hittin thunda, Even stevie wonder wonder, Why yo girl get home on time so much i had to change my numba, Sarcasism, these bitches need to ride em while i pass em, I wouldnt even give that bitch a orgasim, Miraculisly my niggas stand beside, not in back of me, So disrespect my faculty, how dare u have audasity, The ???????????, i cash out automatically, I spit these rhymes so radically, spiratically, fatality. Chorus. I got the green, drank, pills, blow, Runnin round the town gettin money i suppose, Im the gingerbread man (X4) I got the green, drank, pills, blow, I kant get up, sleep, jus keep knockin on my door, Im the gingerbread man (X4) OJ Juice Man Gingerbread Man, i got white, i got white, Trap house bunkin up all night, take flight, Droppin 10 bases? its jumpin that white? Trees to that paper so im something like a kite, Loud stanky kush and it tellin me to light, Extra loud diamonds and its lookin like a light, Rollin stay money and my pockets just glide, Everday diamonds kuz they dont like to hide, Vvs light yea so you block yo eyes, Burnt color diamonds like a sweet potato pie, Hit ya color diamonds??? and get ratchet like a fly? The brick man, the bread man i dont tell no lies. Chorus. I got the green, drank, pills, blow, Runnin round the town gettin money i suppose, Im the gingerbread man (X4) I got the green, drank, pills, blow, I kant get up, sleep, jus keep knockin on my door, Im the gingerbread man (X4) |
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