Lil wayne - How to love

You had a lot of crooks tryn steal your heart
Never really had luck, couldn’t never figure out
How to love
How to love

You had alot 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
Now 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 youngun' your looks where so precious
But now you're grown up, so fly it's like a blessing 
But you cant have a man look at you for five seconds
Without you being insecure

You never credit yourself so when you get older, It's seems like you came back ten times over
Now your sitting here in this damn corner 
Looking through all your thoughts and looking over your shoulder

See You Had A Lot Of Crooks Tryn 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 this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love

For a second you were here
Now 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 bar tending and stripping
Baby, so don’t be mad
Nobody else trippin'
You see a lot of crooks and the crooks still crooks

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 this 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 this 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 this corner tryna put it together
How to love
How to love

Jeremih - all the time (ft. lil wayne & Natasha mosley)

[Chorus - Natasha Mosley]
Early in the morning’s when I think about you
Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?”
In the morning’s when I wanna fuck you
Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?”
I could fuck you all the time
I could fuck you all the time

[Verse 1 - Jeremih]
M-O-E-T
That’s what we sippin’
That’s what we drippin’
My trap house still tippin’
FaceTime when I’m gone
She gave me dome from the distance
She love to climb on top
She love to walk off limping
Pimps up, hoes down
Legs up or toes down
Why she jock me? Cause she knocked me
And we got trees, so merry-go-round
Gotta know I ate her
She so sweet now and later
I want that all the time, all the time
I make you all mines when it’s…

[Chorus - Natasha Mosley]
Early in the morning’s when I think about you
Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?”
In the morning’s when I wanna fuck you
Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?”
I could fuck you all the time
I could fuck you all the time

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Uh, pu-pu-pussy for breakfast, that’s how I start my day
My dick is a pen, it’s written all over her face
I put my tongue in her mouth, I make them pussy lips drool
She got that junk in the trunk, you know I like junk food
I tell her like this: “Life is good, your pussy better”
But I put on that magnum like a gold medal
And if it’s sweet then I’mma eat it till I get sugar diabetes
I’m her blood and she anemic, we perfect
Tunechi

[Chorus - Natasha Mosley & (Lil Wayne)]
Early in the morning’s when I think about you
Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?”
In the morning’s when I wanna fuck you (oh yeah, I make her say)
Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?” (Young Mula baby!)
I could fuck you all the time
I could fuck you all the time

[Verse 3 - Jeremih]
Damn, damn lil’ mama you’re sticky icky icky
Got a nigga out here feeling picky icky icky
Every time you put it on me, man it ain’t even a real trip
Every time we on it, we keep fit, fit, uh
Don’t let the time picky icky icky
While I’m snapping off your bra and biting down your Vick’s
Head shots, feeling real tipsy
Getting real freaky and it’s getting real frisky
She melts it down, damn she so cold
Up and down that pole, she go, gooo
Fuck me like you hate me, kiss me like you miss me
Anything I want to, it’s what she always left me

[Chorus - Natasha Mosley]
Early in the morning’s when I think about you
Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?”
In the morning’s when I wanna fuck you
Yeah, I hit you like: “what you sayin’?”
I could fuck you all the time
I could fuck you all the time

Rick Ross - Ten Jesus Pieces (tf. Stalley)

[Intro: Rick Ross]
God forgives, He's so honorable
But living amongst thieves and niggas like myself
You will not have that luxury

[Verse 1: Rick Ross]
I wake up excited, I made it through the night
Things I did in the dark, will it ever see the light?
My nurse should be a wreck, I got a bad chick
She keeps me erect, she loves my ad-libs
I think I'm a genius, hundred grand a fucking feature
I do at least three a week, roll up the fucking reefer
Went from Benihana to Bimini in Bahamas
Ten chains, no luggage, I'm a big timer
Niggas claim that they thugging when they dick-riding
My niggas rather walk, do they own brick climbing
On the block in my all white sneakers
Lord knows that my ten Jesus pieces
Pray for me cause you know a nigga doing wrong
My homie in the cell, so I had to write a poem
Count mills for the times that we had it hard
Asking for a hundred mill as I pray to God

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
Young nigga coming up, they wanna gun you down
Drinking vodka in the memory of my nigga, damn (I miss you Peanut)
Riding real slow on them all golds (we had them nigga)
Shopping for them Os when the mall close
Repping for your homies when they all gone
Get empowered then you put your dog on (Real shit)
All black tees, ten gold chains
At the Super Bowl, but we in the dope game
Ten years strong in the same trap
Ten years blowing on that strong path
Lord knows that I wanna live right
But Lord knows what that Club Liv like (right)
Forty dollar tab meaning forty grand
Lord what he got it rolled up in a rubber band
Holding on the forty in his other hand
Ten chains on, smoking in the motherland

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

[Verse 3: Rick Ross]
I'm his poltergeist, niggas know I'm more than nice
All these jewels on, all boys are nice
I could see it in the sparkle cause it lackluster
Black card maxed out, damn black brother
White collar, black market
Chrome Smith and Wesson, back pocket
Eight shot, bitch I'm a top shotta
Screaming your affiliations, but that don't matter
I'm flyin' first class as the snakes slither
Never blackmail a motherfucking killer
On trial and they wanna execute me
It's really sad, just the fact they never knew me
True G to the core, feel my texture
A true G keeps it raw in his lecture
Keep it simple, white tee, new sneakers
Dope boy style, ten Jesus pieces

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

[Verse 4: Stalley]
Versace shirt, Jesus laying on the chest
Man I swear Big did it the best, I mean
Nas did it fresh, Jay did it fresh, I mean
Ye did it fresh, but man Big did it the best
And I was so impressed that I went and got ten
Now I'm stunting on these niggas cause I couldn't back in
Rose gold, yellow gold, a couple platinum
And I wear them all at once, I ain't trying to match them
I remember bumping Mac 10 and that deuce in the corner
Scraping up for a sandwich and a soda
Now my strength is up and I'm dangling chains off my shoulders
But no Jesus piece on mine, cause at times I feel ashamed
For the reason that I rhyme
And they say, cause I'm Muslim I shouldn't think about the shine
Or even put it in a rhyme
It's better things I could talk about or put my money towards
But for now, I'ma wear these ten chains and floss

[Hook: Rick Ross]
I do this for my niggas facing hard times
Empty on them corners if you hustling part time
Ten chains on, Eric B with mob ties
Rakim flows, coming from the far side
Blood diamonds and my pieces from apartheid
Quick, quote a prayer, pull it from the archives
I pray for every soul that this music reaches
Bury me a G, ten Jesus pieces

[Outro]
We untouchable...

Mi historia es complicada, pero al fin del día valió la pena, porque ahora estoy trabajando con el jefe.

My history is complicated, but at the end of the day, it was worth it, because now I'm working with the boss

Yo viví en Colombia y viví muchas cosas, me entiende?

I lived in Colombia and I lived a lot of things, you understand me?

Vi muertes… vi muertes… vi cuerpos en las calles, sangrando después del colegio, con 12, 13 años viendo estas cosas en la calle.

I saw deaths… I saw deaths… I saw bodies in the streets, bleeding after school, with 12, 13 years seeing these things in the streets

Y siempre quería venir para aquí otra vez, y me vine, y trabaje porque tenia otra mentalidad. Y cuando llegue acá entendí mi propósito: hacer dinero, ser rico para siempre.

And I always wanted to come back here, and I came, and I worked because I had another mentality. And when I arrived here I understood my purpose: make money and be rich forever.

Dios perdona, yo no.

God forgives, I don't.

Will.I.Am Feat. Lil Wayne, Diddy, Hit-Boy, Britney Spears & Waka Flocka Flame - Scream & Shout (Remix)

[Intro - Diddy]
It’s like shit is coming down from the motherfuckin’ heavens
It’s a new motherfuckin’ day
Get down or lay down
Ay yo, turn the fuck up
Ay yo, fuck sparklers
I wanna see flamethrowers in this motherfucker
This a Will.I.Am joint
Hit-Boy, Britney, Waka, Weezy
And they call me Diddy bitch

[Verse 1 - Hit-Boy]
Where 1 Oak at? Where Darby at?
If you at Greystone gettin’ your drink on, tell ‘em to run this back
Put your hands up in the air, got the call from Will.I.Am
Now it’s Hit-Boy on a hit boy
You turned up and I’mma bring the action

[Bridge - Britney Spears & (Diddy)]
When you hear this in the club
You’re gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You’re gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You’re gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
When we up in the club
All eyes on us (turn up bitch)
All eyes on us (turn up)
All eyes on us (let’s rock)
See the boys in the club
They watching us
They watching us (you watching us)
They watching us
Everybody in the club
All eyes on us
All eyes on us (you watching us)
All eyes on us

[Chorus - Will.I.Am & Britney Spears]
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying: “oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh”
We saying: “oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh”
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying: “oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh”
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.Am and Britney bitch

[Verse 2 - Will.I.Am]
Huhh? Uh, it’s rock and roll, roll
Whole world know my shit everywhere I go, woah
Whole world bang this song ‘cause it’s cold, woah
Ah shit, I think that girl ready to go off
But she want a photo, so I took a photo
Yeah I took a picture with an IM photo social
Yeah you got a cold chick, but I got a colder hoe
But she don’t really know shit, so I gotta show the hoe
Hide your paper, yeah I’m stackin’ paper
Money to the ceiling, now I need a skyscraper
You are now, now rockin’ with
Will.I.Am and Britney bitch
Waka Flocka Flame, Lil Wayne, Hit-Boy, Diddy bitch

[Bridge - Will.I.Am]
When you hear this in the club
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
Just put your hands up
When we up in the club…

[Diddy]
Motherfuckers I said put your hands up
Turn the fuck up right motherfuckin’ now

[Verse 3 - Waka Flocka Flame]
Ohhhhhhh, oh it’s time to party
Oh-oh, it’s time to party
Smokin’, drinkin’, no passin’ out
YOLO, I’mma shout it out
We party hard, we yell it out
Disrespect me, knock him out
Crack a smile, Pacquiao
Fuck the VIP, I’m in the crowd
Me and Britney, we actin’ wild
It’s Waka Flame, you know my style
This little chain like 40 thou
All eyes on me, looked out
Pop a bean, that’s the old me
Molly’s here, we don’t fight fair
My buzz big, like Lightyear
Get a grip shawty, you can’t stand here
Friends, fans and family here
Outfit real, live with no fear
Turn the club into a mosh pit
Spend 20 bands, do a back flip
Girl drop it low, shake that
My wrists rocky like A$AP
This a G mix and I laced that

[Bridge - Britney Spears & (Diddy)]
When you hear this in the club
You’re gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You’re gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
You’re gonna turn-turn it up (turn up bitch)
When we up in the club
All eyes on us
All eyes on us
All eyes on us

[Chorus - Will.I.Am & Britney Spears]
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying: “oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh”
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.Am and Britney bitch

[Verse 4 - Lil Wayne]
Hi, I’m Tunechi, I give the girls my room key
Money can’t buy you love, so I don’t pay for no pussy
I don’t pay these haters no mind, so fucking call me cheap
I grab life by the horns, and that bitch went ‘beep beep’
I swear right now I feel like Pac cause All Eyez On Me
And I don’t mean to throw no salt, but these niggas small fries to me
And my bitch bad like Britney, but I wish I had Britney
She remind me of my Jeep, but I got a bad memory
And I’m feeling good, I’m looking good, I’m smoking good, I’m sippin’
These hoes think they classy, well that’s the class I’m skippin’
Got a party in my bedroom, that’s a party she ain’t missin’
I brought her by Will.I.Am, but she kept callin’ him William
Only God can judge me, case closed
I got more hoes than Drake shows
I got this shit on lock, no escape doors
And I make that bitch scream and shout, and let it all out
I put it in her back yard like a fucking doghouse, Tunechi

[Chorus - Will.I.Am, Britney Spears & (Lil Wayne)]
Scream and shout, and let it all out (yeah, yeah)
And scream and shout, and let it out (yeah)
We saying: “oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh”
We saying: “oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh”
I wanna scream and shout, and let it all out
And scream and shout, and let it out
We saying: “oh wee, oh wee, oh wee, oh”
You are now, now rocking with
Will.I.Am and Britney bitch

[Outro - Diddy]
Let’s go
This is the remix
This is a super black man remix
This is the remix
This is a super black man remix
This is a super black man remix
Yeah
And they call me Diddy bitch
Yeah
Scream and shout
And turn them all out
Yeah

Timbaland - The party anthem (Feat Lil Wayne, T-Pain & Missy Elliott)

Intro]
One, two, one two
I said one, two, one two
Everybody hands up in the air
One, two, one two
Let me see your drinks up in the air
One, two, one two
One, two, one two

[Verse 1 - Timbaland]
It’s the modern day Tony Stark
Biggest dog in the game with the biggest bark
Money, money, money, money don’t make the man
Man make the money with the biggest master plan
I got the, got the, got the, got these niggas going nuts
Raising bottles in the air, the money they throwing up
Peep my, peep my, peep my, peep my, peep my gang boy
When it’s all said and done, I’m hall of fame boy
I’m riding, riding, riding, riding in the new Ghost
With my business partner, nah not white but french folks
Call me, call me, call me, call me Tim The Party Man
Be in the clubs and radio all on one command
Now show your hands

[Chorus - T-Pain]
Okay, let’s get it jumping
Turn up ya speakers, can you hear the bass bumping?
The tweeters tweaking
Man I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down
Hey, give me a bottle and a fucking cup
Fuck that cup, I’m about to turn this bottle up
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down
Ooohhhh

[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
I heard somebody said he wasn’t dead yet
They should’ve never said that
Young Tunechi got the game down, Pat Sajak
Even though I’m paid in full, all I want is payback
Man fuck these niggas, pause
I sprinkle kill the world and fuck ‘em all in my cigars
I make them motherfuckers bow down, no applause
And all of my goons wired up like broken jaws
I rep that motherfucking red flag, put you in a dead bag
I get bread, you get the crumbs at the bottom of the bread bag
And my letters is YM, shout out Stunna and Slim
I’m fucking with Tim and my girl, I’m fucking her friend
Tunechi

[Chorus - T-Pain]
Okay, let’s get it jumping
Turn up ya speakers, can you hear the bass bumping?
The tweeters tweaking
Man I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down
Hey, give me a bottle and a fucking cup
Fuck that cup, I’m about to turn this bottle up
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down
Ooohhhh

[Verse 3 - Missy Elliott]
Uh, it go country bitch from Virginia
See the way the crowd go wild when Misdemeanor ’bout to enter
Everybody better bow down when I step up to the mic, front and center
Say I’m too old to rap, I’ll be rapping till I wear dentures
Yeah, hello haters
You mad? Pick your chin up
What did I say about running your mouth? You better respect your mentors
I’m so relentless, flow colder than the winters
I’m pretty in the face and I should pose for a pin-up, I drink my gin up
I’m on the mic, I’m back with Tim
We looking good like working out up in the gym
Ain’t nobody wanna see us, competition? We don’t see ‘em
Ain’t nothing change, we ahead of the game, above the rim
This how we do

[Chorus - T-Pain]
Okay, let’s get it jumping
Turn up ya speakers, can you hear the bass bumping?
The tweeters tweaking
Man I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down
Hey, give me a bottle and a fucking cup
Fuck that cup, I’m about to turn this bottle up
Cause I came here to party, pass that cup around
Put your hands in the air, move ‘em up and down
Ooohhhh

[Outro]
One, two, one two
I said one, two, one two
Everybody hands up in the air
One, two, one two
Let me see your drinks up in the air
One, two, one two

lil wayne - Staring At The World

 

[Intro - Lil Wayne]
Weed and syrup
Yeah
Who we is?
Young Mula baby
Got that right shawty
Big D on the track
Yeah
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
I’m just staring at the world from a Cadillac window baby
Hoping this girl in my passenger don’t act funny with me
Get her to my home, we get naked like some new born babies
I’m ready to perform and she’s gon’ be my audience
And she said: “Bravo”, and I said: “I know”, and she said: “Encore”
Girl I’m really big on you, so what you wan’ do?
Too fly, you need a parachute
Ohh, but that just means you’re falling in love…
[Verse 1 - Lil Wayne]
In love with a skater
Five, six, seven, man I already ate her
She had a coffee mug and a pair of uggs
Got some makeup on my shirt when she gave me a hug, yeah
Shawty got me open, pussy so good wish I could smoke it
Uh, where your mans at? Remember me like this one time in band camp, yeahh
Like that man, she on my mind all day, check my CAT scan
Heyyy, where you going with all that?
I fuck her till she whine then I drink a tall glass
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
And I’m staring at the world from a Cadillac window baby
Hoping this girl in my passenger don’t act funny with me
Get her to my home, we get naked like some new born babies
I’m ready to perform and she’s gon’ be my audience
And she said: “Bravo”, and I said: “I know”, and she said: “Encore”
Girl I’m really big on you, so what you wan’ do?
So fly, you need a parachute
Ohh, but that just means you’re falling in love
[Verse 2 - Lil Wayne]
Girl you gon’ make me take ya to your desired destination
Left leg right leg, segregation, aha
Cause I know you like that shit, cause I love that shit
Girl that’s my hole, I dug that ditch
And when it gets cold, I’m there for her to hold
She climbs my pole, beat that pussy like it stole somethin’, haha
Cause she so fine, yeah, from the front, from the side, from behind
Pop that pussy like a cork and I’mma fuck you till you wine
[Chorus - Lil Wayne]
And I’m just staring at the world from a Cadillac window baby
Hoping this girl in my passenger don’t act funny with me
We get naked like some new born babies, yeah
And she was my audience, and she said: “Bravo”
And I said: “I know”, and she said: “Encore”
Girl I’m really big on you, so what you wan’ do?
Too fly, you need a parachute
Ohh, but that just means you’re falling in love
[Outro - Lil Wayne]
Young Mula baby
Young Mula baby
And everything is all wrong
Everything is alright

Everything is alright