T.I. - Wit Me (Explicit) ft. Lil Wayne

Lyrics:
Bitch! Put my dick on yo face, put my gun in yo purse
Put my work in yo pussy, bitch don't come on a word
Pass the weed til you slime, these niggas greener than lime
So many knots in my pockets, the bitches need a massage
I was born in the drought, I hope I die in yo mouth
If you a rat you should've died as a mouse
The weed louder than the opera house, til the fat lady sings
Drop codeine in my punch, I'm bout to take a swing
If niggas thinkin I'm soft, I'll knock yo thinkin cap off
I get blood out these pussies, I'm a stinking tampon
This for my niggas back home, I'm still New Orleans regardless
Got bitches fallin like olives 'cause that bullshit to the tallest
My bitch is badder than me, call that Adam & Eve
I do tricks on my skateboard, not up my sleeve
I kiss yo bitch on the neck, shoot your man in the head
Hit his mama address then send his parents his head
I play with pussy, not these niggas
Crucify these niggas
Kidnap em call they boss an ask em who gon' buy these niggas
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
(wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

[Hook:]
We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(I'm wit you!)
We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

[Verse:]
I ain't never been dumb my nigga
Or sucka neither, go ahead play ya part wit it
Cash on deck, they be layin round wit it
Gotta cake up, where the suckas playin rounds wit it
I'm cold, doubling this, just ask yo bitch
I swear she know her legs up high
She spread eagle and then took in my big ego
I'm stealthy, I Tunechi them
Let me tell you a little something bout me
I talk shit, break like Muhammad Ali
Damn, whoop a nigga ass like Muhammad Ali
I'm thrown, no catchin me
These niggas in the game – so sad to me
I'm sure no one would care we
Just put them out their misery
But no sympathy and no green, uh uh
Me home with no heat, uh uh
Can nigga talk bullshit of records at CM in public
And they never do nothing
You violator, demonstrations I'mma
Put niggas up on there, wherever we want
I got racks in my pocket right next to my lamas
I'm mowin my bag, the purple mohana
Get after my girl and it's round whatever
So don't be struck down when you seein me nigga
Whoever f-ck with me be smoking the Sadie
You ready for war, you bout that like really
You catch me in Cali, you catch me in Phily
See me in Miami, the coppers is wit me
Don't kick no niggas who be gossippin with me
Lookin for yo bitch but she probably (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

[Hook:]
We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(Talk to em!)
We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

[Verse:]
Uh, pussy money weed with me
Before you judge me I plead guilty
I wish you nigga would, I won't get a splinter
Just bout a chicken, bout to break it down and check in
Turn this glock on and I'm not human
My drop zoomin, my eyes groomin
One giant leap for mankind
I'm high as mooman, how have you been?
Burning on my waist
But it ain't that far away
I'm sparkling like some Chardonnay
Here today, gone today
I play with pussy, not these niggas
Crucify these niggas
Kidnap em cuz they fowl so ask em who gone by these niggas
Got Lil Wayne on her ass, Lil Tunechi on her titties
To kill me you gotta die wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me

[Verse:]
Hey Wayne wait man, these niggas ain't true
Julio on the yard, these niggas can't do
These niggas ain't kings, these niggas ain't too
Got the game locked up, cuz whatever I ain't going
Got the outside, inside, little lane too
I sold up nigga, hold up nigga
Pimps on the loop, put yo hoes up nigga
Handcuff that bitch when we roll up nigga
We'll hit that bitch come pull up
Then her head and shoulders up it never hold in er
When your late checkin up, she match us about
Then we rollin some loud and leave up out the house
We leave up the house, getting 100's and 50's
And go do one up for 250
We sell out arenas at hundreds of cities
These niggas want trouble? I'm bringing it with me

[Hook:]
We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Straight (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
She's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
He's (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
(I'm with you!)
We ain't playin, got 100 racks (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
In the van got 100 gat (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Strong (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Gas (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)
Drank (wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me)

[Outro:]
They ain't f-ckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
No, they ain't f-ckin wit me, wit me, wit me, wit me
Yo T.I.
They ain't f-ckin with us pimps

AV LMKR FEAT SNOOP DOGG & KURUPT CALL YOU A BITCH

Lyrics:
(Intro)
Kurupt, AV
Oh, that’s how you wanna act?
You trippin’
(Bridge)
You wonder why they call you bitch
You wonder why they call you bitch
You trippin’
You wonder why they call you bitch
You wonder why they call you bitch
You wonder why they call you bitch
You wonder why they call you bitch
No, bitch
(Hook)
Aye, you doin’ shit that a bitch do
And aye, tell that nigga he a bitch too
You too loud, nigga, turn it down some
You said you ain’t a bitch but you actin’ like one
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch, bitch
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch, bitch
(Verse 1)
Verse 1 for these bitch niggas
Why you actin’ like a bitch nigga?
Check it out, turn it down before I kill somethin’
You actin’ like you’re thugging, I’m a real one
Crack gritty gang, bitch I’m in this thing
Looking like money, you looking like a lame
And baby want a boss, I ain’t with the talk
So if she ain’t fucking, tell her get lost
Little ho you gotta know, you ain’t with it you gotta go
I need a bitch that’s with the business
That’ll suck and fuckin for sure
You steady playin’ like you not but I’m knowin’ that you a ho
You steady playin’ like you not but I’m knowin’ that you a ho
(Hook)
Aye, you doin’ shit that a bitch do
And aye, tell that nigga he a bitch too
You too loud, nigga, turn it down some
You said you ain’t a bitch but you actin’ like one
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch, bitch
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch, bitch
(Verse 2)
Old funky ass, rat trap, scud bucket
Ratchet ass, nasty ass bitch
Yeah I’m talkin’ ‘bout you bitch
And your funky friend too, bitch
Money make the world go ‘round
With my gift I can put my dick in any bitch’s mouth
These to the honey, the honey is the money
Which enables me to turn a bitch
Outdoors, get it poppin’ like popcorn
But I ain’t mad at you, what the fuck you stop for?
I know why you came in and out for
Why you actin’ like you’re something that you not for, bitch?
(Hook)
Aye, you doin’ shit that a bitch do
And aye, tell that nigga he a bitch too
You too loud, nigga, turn it down some
You said you ain’t a bitch but you actin’ like one
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch, bitch
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch, bitch
(Verse 3)
Real game, I ain’t here to ball you
I’mma call you what you mama call you
Ya act like ya never heard it
Yea bitch you deserve it
Pop a molly, now you’re feelin purvey
Bitch think and curvy and now she wanna serve me
Seabisquit, Kentucky dervy
Purse first, now tell me are you really worthy?
Line em up
Givin these bitches they vitamins
Yes, I’m known to be the best guy
Represent the west side, grab my dick and test drive
Up and down the avenue
Magic like manigo, that bitch was in Navajo
Scratch, match it, pretend shit
You talk bitch? Ya mama was a ratchet
(Hook)
Aye, you doin’ shit that a bitch do
And aye, tell that nigga he a bitch too
You too loud, nigga, turn it down some
You said you ain’t a bitch but you actin’ like one
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch, bitch
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch
Call you a bitch ‘cause you a bitch, bitc

DJ Khaled ft. Drake, Rick Ross & Lil Wayne - No New Friends

Lyrics:

[Intro: Drake]
Yeah I stay down with my day one niggas and we in the club screaming

[Hook]
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
Still here with my day one niggas, so you hear me say
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I still ride with my day one niggas, I don’t really need
No new friends, no new friends, no new friends, no, no new
I stay down from day one so I say
Fuck all y’all niggas except my niggas
Fuck all y’all niggas except my niggas
One more time, fuck all ya’ll niggas except my niggas
Fuck all ya’ll niggas, stay down from day one so I say

[Verse 1: Drake]
Man this shit so ill that we had to restart it
H-town my second home like I’m James Harden
Money counter go burrr, when you sellin’ out the garden”
Four car garage, pornstar menage
Birdman go brrr cause he know this shit retarded
Fuck her on the floor before we make it to the bed
Switch your ass really call it started from the bottom, yes lord
OVO sound man I’m proud of my niggas,
Knew we would make it never doubted my niggas
All my bitches love me
If I had a baby mama she would probably be richer then a lot of you niggas
That’s luxury dawg, day one niggas you’re stuck with me dawg
Ever since Youtube niggas been calling me the leader of the new school
Fuck with me dawg, yeah

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Your bitch all in my photographs, ho niggas got hate for me
Big homies all certified, nothing niggas gon’ take from me
Follow codes, study game, feed fam nigga fuck fame
All black my whip foreign, these bad hoes keep tiptoeing
Down in Turks and Caicos, dope boy that’s my dress code
All I hug is blood nigga, Khaled that’s my flesh tho
All I want is love nigga, money bring that stress tho
Smoke good I love life, strip club like erry night
Erry night my same niggas day one straight menace

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Ugh, I’m here with my niggas, I’m too high to be friendly
They throw dirt on my name, well that’s why they still dig me
And I’m tired of all this hating, I thank God for my patience
I thank God for my homies I wish we could trade places
Bitch we good fellas, boy all them niggas with you they just pall bearers
And if we ball, catch us
Remember sip slow, live fast,Young Money, stay young,
I been Cash Money since day one
Tunechi

[Hook]

[Outro: Future]
Fuck all y’all niggas except my niggas
Fuck them other niggas cuz’ I’m down for my niggas

YG feat. Will Claye - IDGAF

Lyrics:
Nigga I don't give a fuck
Ride with my niggas
Like fuck it, die with my niggas
You a nigga with bitch ways
You remind me of a bitch named Tiffany
Nigga you a bitch tell em needle snitch you a snitch
All hammers getting tough
And all bad bitches getting fucked

[Verse 1: YG]
Ice on my neck, fly first class on the jet
Bitch whassup with that net
Young nigga tryna fuck
No ifs, ands, no buts your b want nuts
Don't cough nigga pass the bitch
All my homies thirty they harrass the bitches
Ugh, fuck you show popper
Lowkey mad cause me Ex was about them
(Nigga I don't give a fuck)
Cash out on the bitch
I whip fast out on a snitch
Watch me do my dougie
Naw nigga watch me get rich
Pull up in that Porsche they pissed
My old bitch got money like Oprah
All my homie sip lean and do coca
Pistols get popped like soda
Hate a bitch, who pussy got odor, ugh

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Will Claye]
Ill Will chillin
Ask me what I'm doing shit I'm trying to make a million
Put the fam on sit back and make a killin
Ridin round dolo in a Range on a mission
Flight to Puerto Rico, Spanish chicas
No habla espanol please repeat that
Kicks I got they yes'in (whooo)
Can't get em they stressin (whoop)
Never thought I was rappin material
But the fact that I'm killin human I'm cold and I'm tellin you
Could've switched occupations
Jumped on the track just for vacations
Can't do me dog, just face it
Just face it
And these metals around my neck make a broke nigga go crazy

[Hook]

[Bridge x4: YG]
I just wanna fuck
Lil bitch so what?
Cause I don't give a fuck