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Tech N9ne - He Wanna Be Paid Lyrics
(He wanna get paid) And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna get paid) Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shota Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna stopa Something wrong with his medullah oblongota Yo, the fact is we both ain't made no real money
(He wanna get paid) And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna get paid) Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shota Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna stopa Something wrong with his medullah oblongota Yo, the fact is we both ain't made no real money
TECH N9NE - HE WANNA BE PAID LYRICS
(He wanna get paid) And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna get paid) Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up Something wrong with his medullah oblongota. Yo, the fact is we both ain't makin no real money
(He wanna get paid) And why this nigga basin his whole life on challenging me? (He wanna get paid) Fuckin with 56 Villain get you shot up Midwest side will chase em down with a choppa Motherfucker thinking Teccanina gonna chop up Something wrong with his medullah oblongota. Yo, the fact is we both ain't makin no real money
Todrick Hall - T.H.U.G. (Trade) Lyrics
And he ain't gotta be paid, but he gotta be trade The way he lickin' them, lickin' them lips (he trade) The way he thrustin' them, thrustin' them hips (he trade) The way he lean back in the 'cedes When he drivin' me he be drivin' me crazy (he trade) The way he talk real deep when he want it (he trade) The way he put it on me in the morning (he ...
And he ain't gotta be paid, but he gotta be trade The way he lickin' them, lickin' them lips (he trade) The way he thrustin' them, thrustin' them hips (he trade) The way he lean back in the 'cedes When he drivin' me he be drivin' me crazy (he trade) The way he talk real deep when he want it (he trade) The way he put it on me in the morning (he ...
Juice WRLD - Conversations Lyrics
The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk But I'm not really up for conversations I can have my cake and eat it, too I just gotta make a reservation Chillin' in my head, but it's hot Flames everywhere, I see Satan Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot Really, really runnin' out of patience T— Timing, timing, timing All about timing, timing, timing
The devil hit my phone, he wanna talk But I'm not really up for conversations I can have my cake and eat it, too I just gotta make a reservation Chillin' in my head, but it's hot Flames everywhere, I see Satan Demons tryna run up in my spot a lot Really, really runnin' out of patience T— Timing, timing, timing All about timing, timing, timing
Cat Stevens - Another Saturday Night Lyrics
Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody I've got some money 'cause I just got paid Now, how I wish I had someone to talk to I'm in an awful way It's hard on a fella When he don't know his way around If I don't find me a honey To help me spend my money I'm gonna have to blow this town Oh, no Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody
Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody I've got some money 'cause I just got paid Now, how I wish I had someone to talk to I'm in an awful way It's hard on a fella When he don't know his way around If I don't find me a honey To help me spend my money I'm gonna have to blow this town Oh, no Another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody
Cam Meekins - Heroin Lyrics
And then he found a savior and pretty soon she married him And that was that, he skipped town on bad terms Had some shit with club promoters, he ain't hold up his word He ain't manage me no more but you know how it is You wanna give these people help, you got your own life to live Shit that's how I justified it and pretty soon
And then he found a savior and pretty soon she married him And that was that, he skipped town on bad terms Had some shit with club promoters, he ain't hold up his word He ain't manage me no more but you know how it is You wanna give these people help, you got your own life to live Shit that's how I justified it and pretty soon
Lil Tracy - Designer Talk Lyrics
Designer walk, designer talk, designer bitch (Yeah, designer bitch) I like Chanel and Givenchy shit (I do) Swear to God, I ain't think I'd be rich (I ain't think I'd be rich) Okay, these niggas is sold out, got cash in the vault and I smoke out the zip He mad that his girl likin' my pics, I mean, it is what it is (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Who is ...
Designer walk, designer talk, designer bitch (Yeah, designer bitch) I like Chanel and Givenchy shit (I do) Swear to God, I ain't think I'd be rich (I ain't think I'd be rich) Okay, these niggas is sold out, got cash in the vault and I smoke out the zip He mad that his girl likin' my pics, I mean, it is what it is (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Who is ...
City Girls - Millionaire Dick Lyrics
He wanna fuck, but he gotta be a millionaire He wanna fuck, but he gotta be a millionaire He wanna fuck, but he gotta be a millionaire [Yung Miami:] Ain't no dick, like me in there, thick Yeah I bet you she's scared, ain't tryna get rich Nigga break bread, if you want head Shouldn't have to ask, don't gotta beg
He wanna fuck, but he gotta be a millionaire He wanna fuck, but he gotta be a millionaire He wanna fuck, but he gotta be a millionaire [Yung Miami:] Ain't no dick, like me in there, thick Yeah I bet you she's scared, ain't tryna get rich Nigga break bread, if you want head Shouldn't have to ask, don't gotta beg
Megan Thee Stallion - Mustard & Mayonaise Lyrics ...
Ain't a thing you can name that I want and ain't get Got some head from your nigga then I check that off the list Make him feel like he my man when he know he just a trick He be paying this tuition and I never let him hit Yeah yeah yeah I'm giving niggas the chills Sexy like Pamela Grier Conceited I stay in the mirror I'm whipping hoes out like ...
Ain't a thing you can name that I want and ain't get Got some head from your nigga then I check that off the list Make him feel like he my man when he know he just a trick He be paying this tuition and I never let him hit Yeah yeah yeah I'm giving niggas the chills Sexy like Pamela Grier Conceited I stay in the mirror I'm whipping hoes out like ...
Simon And Garfunkel - A Simple Desultory Philippic Lyrics ...
He couldn't think of nothing at all. He's not the same as you and me. He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas, Whoever he was. The man ain't got no culture, But it's alright, ma, Everybody must get stoned.
He couldn't think of nothing at all. He's not the same as you and me. He doesn't dig poetry. He's so unhip that When you say Dylan, he thinks you're talking about Dylan Thomas, Whoever he was. The man ain't got no culture, But it's alright, ma, Everybody must get stoned.
Lil Keed - Follow The Leader Lyrics
Ain't going back and forth with these niggas man Ain't talkin' bout shit anyway They say I shouldn't, I'm still gon' do it Yeah, your brother, yeah he cryin' bout these hoes Pillow talk, you wanna die bout these hoes Worrying 'bout if I'm getting paid for my show Bread winner, get this shit by the loaf Bread winner, get this shit by the loaf
Ain't going back and forth with these niggas man Ain't talkin' bout shit anyway They say I shouldn't, I'm still gon' do it Yeah, your brother, yeah he cryin' bout these hoes Pillow talk, you wanna die bout these hoes Worrying 'bout if I'm getting paid for my show Bread winner, get this shit by the loaf Bread winner, get this shit by the loaf
Birdman - Cap Talk Lyrics
They ain't from where I'm from can't compare to me Up the cutta make him draw the choppa I'mma stretch him he thinking 'bout tagging me Real blood I want walk in the club I ain't paid I ain't giving shoutouts on my page Thanking God for the shit that I made This for my niggas that's up in the grave Wanna give up I'mma do it for days
They ain't from where I'm from can't compare to me Up the cutta make him draw the choppa I'mma stretch him he thinking 'bout tagging me Real blood I want walk in the club I ain't paid I ain't giving shoutouts on my page Thanking God for the shit that I made This for my niggas that's up in the grave Wanna give up I'mma do it for days
Zone 2 - Dead Lyrics
I ain't really in shape They want me in chains like it's safe out 'ere in Station I ain't tryna get caged (I ain't tryna get caged) I'm just tryna get paid (I'm just tryna get paid) Yo, I just want money, not fame (Trust me) Bad Bs wanna know my name She's tellin' me she wan' be my one I said, "No way," now she wan' got played (Bitch)
I ain't really in shape They want me in chains like it's safe out 'ere in Station I ain't tryna get caged (I ain't tryna get caged) I'm just tryna get paid (I'm just tryna get paid) Yo, I just want money, not fame (Trust me) Bad Bs wanna know my name She's tellin' me she wan' be my one I said, "No way," now she wan' got played (Bitch)
Tech N9ne - He Wanna Be Paid Lyrics
Lyrics to 'He Wanna Be Paid' by Tech N9ne. (Intro) Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne) Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby) But this time, I'ma talk about one of my friends baby (yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right)
Lyrics to 'He Wanna Be Paid' by Tech N9ne. (Intro) Tech N9ne in this bitch (Tech N9ne, Tech N9ne) Bout to make em dance once again baby (once again baby) But this time, I'ma talk about one of my friends baby (yeah) yo it's been long overdue baby (that's right)
The Jokerr - P.T.B. (Pussy The Bitch) Lyrics
But he ain't trying to say the shit to your face, no Pussy the Bitch If I had me a dollar for every time these Motherfuckers manufacture the drama, I'd be paid, yo! Pussy the Bitch Y'all just mad cause I got what you want You're in the middle of the pack, not the top or the front Now the alpha dog's back, you can hop on my nuts
But he ain't trying to say the shit to your face, no Pussy the Bitch If I had me a dollar for every time these Motherfuckers manufacture the drama, I'd be paid, yo! Pussy the Bitch Y'all just mad cause I got what you want You're in the middle of the pack, not the top or the front Now the alpha dog's back, you can hop on my nuts
Lil' Wayne - Believe Me Lyrics
Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin' somethin' [Hook - Drake] [Verse 3 - Drake:] Had to get it poppin' off the rip Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
Ain't 'bout what you walk away from, it's 'bout what you walk away with Dead Presidents, them coffins vacant, I must be doin' somethin' [Hook - Drake] [Verse 3 - Drake:] Had to get it poppin' off the rip Rich young nigga that ain't never had to trick Slim Thug flow but you know I like 'em thick If she get a job at DOA, I drop her off a tip
LightSkinKeisha - On Read Lyrics
And if you ain't gon do it, nigga don't say it (Period) And pimpin' ain't dead, just these hoes scared (Period) I need my bills paid and I want head If he ain't breaking bread leave him on read, period Plus I want head, bitch, I ain't scared, period Diamonds on me shining like a lighthouse, period Broke niggas tryna holler, ears ain't hearing it
And if you ain't gon do it, nigga don't say it (Period) And pimpin' ain't dead, just these hoes scared (Period) I need my bills paid and I want head If he ain't breaking bread leave him on read, period Plus I want head, bitch, I ain't scared, period Diamonds on me shining like a lighthouse, period Broke niggas tryna holler, ears ain't hearing it
Uncle Murda - Rap Up 2017 Lyrics
Y'all still want me to talk about it I ain't cool with these niggas So I'ma talk about it Crazy, crazy Shit crazy ... You probably paid for that dress that he had on Tyrese broke, how he ain't got no paper? Nigga tried to borrow 5 mil' from Will and Jada (They said 'No') Cried on the 'Gram when he ain't get to see his child R. Kelly kidnapping ...
Y'all still want me to talk about it I ain't cool with these niggas So I'ma talk about it Crazy, crazy Shit crazy ... You probably paid for that dress that he had on Tyrese broke, how he ain't got no paper? Nigga tried to borrow 5 mil' from Will and Jada (They said 'No') Cried on the 'Gram when he ain't get to see his child R. Kelly kidnapping ...
Saucy Santana - Money Lyrics
And I can talk my big shit I got designer on my lips Ayee run me my money Bust it open like I'm Luke He want to pull this ass over toot toot Fucking all night booted off the boot He bussin' back to back chile he ain't scared to shoot, AHHH All I do is get paid, got these bitches lined up like I'm in a parade
And I can talk my big shit I got designer on my lips Ayee run me my money Bust it open like I'm Luke He want to pull this ass over toot toot Fucking all night booted off the boot He bussin' back to back chile he ain't scared to shoot, AHHH All I do is get paid, got these bitches lined up like I'm in a parade
Lil Uzi Vert - Strong Lyrics
He said what ya got, Zay we bout to get paid Zay say money that's all great, but boy you better pray (Yeah) Boy you better pray cause no matter what you do You know your sins gon wash away She ain't tryna give up, she won't get up out my face I just count them fifties, got them hundreds on the way I don't wanna talk girl, leave me lone
He said what ya got, Zay we bout to get paid Zay say money that's all great, but boy you better pray (Yeah) Boy you better pray cause no matter what you do You know your sins gon wash away She ain't tryna give up, she won't get up out my face I just count them fifties, got them hundreds on the way I don't wanna talk girl, leave me lone
Lil Durk - All Love Lyrics
I talk down on the trenches, hoes know now that I'll still fuck But the money get me insane And I ain't know where the homie was I was fucked up in the trenches, I ain't even know what a Rollie was I used to look up to this nigga, but he gave his homie up 'Cause his daughter twelve years old, he gotta go do twenty-one
I talk down on the trenches, hoes know now that I'll still fuck But the money get me insane And I ain't know where the homie was I was fucked up in the trenches, I ain't even know what a Rollie was I used to look up to this nigga, but he gave his homie up 'Cause his daughter twelve years old, he gotta go do twenty-one
Cat Stevens - Another Saturday Night Lyrics
Oh, another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody. I've got some money 'cause I just got paid Now how I wish I had someone to talk to I'm in an awful way It's hard on a fella When he don't know his way around. If I don't find me a honey To help me spend my money I'm gonna have to blow this town Oh, no, another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody
Oh, another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody. I've got some money 'cause I just got paid Now how I wish I had someone to talk to I'm in an awful way It's hard on a fella When he don't know his way around. If I don't find me a honey To help me spend my money I'm gonna have to blow this town Oh, no, another Saturday night and I ain't got nobody
DeJ Loaf - Bird Call 2 Lyrics
Rapping 'bout my life and this shit gon' get me paid, yeah Boss a nigga up, RIP Blade The people want a party, don't shoot the DJ He with the other side, we gon' spin the DJ Notorious, be having sons like CJ I remember when we used to shop at 7 Days ... but they gon' talk like they my size Ain't married, but I got ties to the Roc like I'm Ty Ty
Rapping 'bout my life and this shit gon' get me paid, yeah Boss a nigga up, RIP Blade The people want a party, don't shoot the DJ He with the other side, we gon' spin the DJ Notorious, be having sons like CJ I remember when we used to shop at 7 Days ... but they gon' talk like they my size Ain't married, but I got ties to the Roc like I'm Ty Ty
OAKTOWN'S 3-5-7 - JUICY GOTCHA KRAZY LYRICS
I wanna get pleased, but you ain't real You just tease me, you don't please me Talk real big, then you sleep easy (Juicy got him krazy) Making lots of noise like the women I know Juiced him good, now he can't let go right (ooh...) He follows me, he bothers me, his mind is just gone He's begging me, and begging me, and ringing my phone, yeah
I wanna get pleased, but you ain't real You just tease me, you don't please me Talk real big, then you sleep easy (Juicy got him krazy) Making lots of noise like the women I know Juiced him good, now he can't let go right (ooh...) He follows me, he bothers me, his mind is just gone He's begging me, and begging me, and ringing my phone, yeah
Uncle Murda - Rap Up 2018 Lyrics
He went to Chicago and ain't get shot Just for goin', fuck what time it was, he still get props ... they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa) They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it ... Lee Daniels finally paid Dame Dash his money Funk Flex said Dame Dash pussy, he foul (Ha-ha)
He went to Chicago and ain't get shot Just for goin', fuck what time it was, he still get props ... they still want me to talk about it (Whoa, whoa, whoa) They heard what happen, they still want me to talk about it ... Lee Daniels finally paid Dame Dash his money Funk Flex said Dame Dash pussy, he foul (Ha-ha)
Tom MacDonald - My Life Sucks Lyrics
But neighbour's a dick, he gon' call the police It ain't gon' my way, I'mma lose my mind today I'mma dump my girl, I'mma quit my job, like fuck the whole world I'm so sick of it all, it's just me and my dog, and he don't even talk He just wanna eat, slip, shit and take walks Praying to God, please make it stop
But neighbour's a dick, he gon' call the police It ain't gon' my way, I'mma lose my mind today I'mma dump my girl, I'mma quit my job, like fuck the whole world I'm so sick of it all, it's just me and my dog, and he don't even talk He just wanna eat, slip, shit and take walks Praying to God, please make it stop
Don Trip - Can't Stand Me Lyrics
Baby girl keep up or get lost I got shit on my shoes I walk what I talk Lil me the trillest g you ever saw fuck how you got in them jeans let's see you take'em off He got you handcuffed break'em off he ain't even get the chance to see the panties that he just bought I need a blow job come be my boss it ain't considers cheating unless you get caught
Baby girl keep up or get lost I got shit on my shoes I walk what I talk Lil me the trillest g you ever saw fuck how you got in them jeans let's see you take'em off He got you handcuffed break'em off he ain't even get the chance to see the panties that he just bought I need a blow job come be my boss it ain't considers cheating unless you get caught
Dave East - Wanna Be A G Lyrics
Shorty wanna be a G (Shorty wanna be a G) Shorty wanna be a G (Uh) He ain't seen his pops, him and his momma hardly speak The shit that he be goin' through, you'll probably never see (Oh) Shorty caught up in the streets (Caught up) Shorty wanna be a G He built for the hood, when it get dark he still could see
Shorty wanna be a G (Shorty wanna be a G) Shorty wanna be a G (Uh) He ain't seen his pops, him and his momma hardly speak The shit that he be goin' through, you'll probably never see (Oh) Shorty caught up in the streets (Caught up) Shorty wanna be a G He built for the hood, when it get dark he still could see
The Lox - Gave It To 'Em Lyrics
Then he had the nerve to ask for it, so I gave it to em You ain't gotta talk behind his back, you should say it to em Then he try to pull up where I'm at, so I gave it to em They wanted the L-O- X shit, so I gave it to em Strippers wanted money in the club, so I gave it to em Homie wanted 50 from the plug, so I gave it to em
Then he had the nerve to ask for it, so I gave it to em You ain't gotta talk behind his back, you should say it to em Then he try to pull up where I'm at, so I gave it to em They wanted the L-O- X shit, so I gave it to em Strippers wanted money in the club, so I gave it to em Homie wanted 50 from the plug, so I gave it to em
Too $hort - What She Gonna Do? Lyrics
Get paid up the ass by a millionaire She ain't tradin' sex like these broke hoes Her shit is worldwide, these bitches loco. She took the show on the road for the fun and the thrills ... So fine, that's why he wanna buy you things Now you spendin' and shoppin', like you playin' a sport 'Cause you listened to the game that you got from Uncle Short.
Get paid up the ass by a millionaire She ain't tradin' sex like these broke hoes Her shit is worldwide, these bitches loco. She took the show on the road for the fun and the thrills ... So fine, that's why he wanna buy you things Now you spendin' and shoppin', like you playin' a sport 'Cause you listened to the game that you got from Uncle Short.
Chief Keef - Action Figures Lyrics
The bear wanna have it downstairs The bear wanna have a staredown Come upstairs, we gon knock you down Hey Jericho, we ain't fuckin' round Stop tryna act like you down Soft ass nigga I'm a boss ass nigga Shh, no talk ass nigga (yeah) I'm a off ass nigga (yeah) Okay, nigga We loaded, nigga (yeah) Ain't go figure Turned to an action figure
The bear wanna have it downstairs The bear wanna have a staredown Come upstairs, we gon knock you down Hey Jericho, we ain't fuckin' round Stop tryna act like you down Soft ass nigga I'm a boss ass nigga Shh, no talk ass nigga (yeah) I'm a off ass nigga (yeah) Okay, nigga We loaded, nigga (yeah) Ain't go figure Turned to an action figure
Masta Ace - The Ways Lyrics
But Keith Murray ain't need investigators He fuck niggas up, ask questions later And Diddy had a problem with Stevie Stout Got a Cristal bottle, knocked Stevie out Damn, he even whip a nigga ass in style When Suge hears this record man he has to smile And Def Jam reps wearing vests to work Cause they don't want they ribs and they chests to hurt
But Keith Murray ain't need investigators He fuck niggas up, ask questions later And Diddy had a problem with Stevie Stout Got a Cristal bottle, knocked Stevie out Damn, he even whip a nigga ass in style When Suge hears this record man he has to smile And Def Jam reps wearing vests to work Cause they don't want they ribs and they chests to hurt
Asian Doll - Talk To Em Lyrics
He callin' my phone, let me talk to 'em I put a nigga on, let me talk to 'em Ay, hold up bitch, talk to 'em [SG Kendall:] Yeah yeah Eyes real low she Asian Body like that get paid Might get freaked on stage Beat shit up, Johnny Cage Brought her to the 6, she stayed She ain't give a damn, she laid I was shooting dice on the pavement Real street ...
He callin' my phone, let me talk to 'em I put a nigga on, let me talk to 'em Ay, hold up bitch, talk to 'em [SG Kendall:] Yeah yeah Eyes real low she Asian Body like that get paid Might get freaked on stage Beat shit up, Johnny Cage Brought her to the 6, she stayed She ain't give a damn, she laid I was shooting dice on the pavement Real street ...
Chris Sails - He Ain't Me Lyrics
That nigga lame, he played you If I was your hero, I'll save you And if he want smoke then it's K2 I put my heart on froze (I put my heart on froze) (And I still can't hate you) They say it's love in the air, that's why I'm holding my breath She want me to trust but, I'm scared I ain't got no love left
That nigga lame, he played you If I was your hero, I'll save you And if he want smoke then it's K2 I put my heart on froze (I put my heart on froze) (And I still can't hate you) They say it's love in the air, that's why I'm holding my breath She want me to trust but, I'm scared I ain't got no love left
ShooterGang Kony - My Demon My Angel Lyrics
Niggas claimin' bodies they ain't never even try You don't wanna see 'em cry You attempt a homicide Aye I just need someone to talk to That nigga in my head is just a demon I brought through I got you He tryna tell me but he in my head I be reaching out God but he playing dead But can you be my angel I don't know who to give thanks to
Niggas claimin' bodies they ain't never even try You don't wanna see 'em cry You attempt a homicide Aye I just need someone to talk to That nigga in my head is just a demon I brought through I got you He tryna tell me but he in my head I be reaching out God but he playing dead But can you be my angel I don't know who to give thanks to
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