NEW LYRICS

 Maroon 5 & Lil Wayne – Love Is Like Lyrics Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh, mm Your love is like drugs and I had suitcases full of it Never thought the day would come When I would burn through it all Give you a call and beg for some more (Yeah) Your love is like drugs and it feels like your ghost is chasin' me And maybe I shouldn't have ended things so hastily 'Cause every time we try to rehash everything that we had, I end up in rehab, yeah But what I wouldn't give for one more try But maybe that's impossible 'cause I (Oh) Know it's too late for fixing, I'm lying face down in addiction Your love is like drugs and I had suitcases full of it Never thought the day would come (Ooh) When I would burn through it all Give you a call and beg for some more (Ooh) Your love is like drugs and I had suitcases full of it Never thought the day would come (Ooh) When I would burn through it all Give you a call and beg for some more Uh, your love is like dope, got me twisted like r...

 Tyga, Lil Wayne - Pop It Off Lyrics Yeah It's the vibe Okay (Ha) Uh, bitch give me top, then she wipe it off Like a rocket, they gon' pop it off Two college girls, they gon' pop it off (Yeah) Had a threesome, you was not involved (Baby) Makin' love to the money, but I'm not in love Got a flock of them birds flyer than the dove (Yeah) I'm allergic to the L's, only breathe dubs She think I'm Usher, wanna make love in the club Your last nigga TLC, he a big scrub I burn tens by the hundreds, hundred thousand of 'em High end to first class, skippin' all the subjects Niggas couldn't teach you shit, but teach you how to dougie (Baby) I could teach you how to make money, make money (Yeah) Take money, take money, now it's your money (Ha) Got the Phantom all white like a snow bunny (Yeah) And I heard a nigga tellin', left his nose runnin' (Baby) Uh, bitch give me top, then she wipe it off Like a rocket, they gon' pop it off Two college...

Cordae - Saturday Mornings feat. Lil Wayne Lyrics  [Cordae:] Yeah, oops Yeah, uh Lord Oops Yeah I'm dealing with a lot of problems, don't know if y'all can relate Feeling like Rod Wave, I got a lot on my plate And I can really use a stress reliever 'Cause where I'm from they catchin' bullets like the best receivers The chopper's singin' like Justin Bieber The most effective leaders have closed mouths and open ears Like the Nile, I can flow for years I really got my own sneakers, used to shop at Sears Rap niggas lying through their teeth though these are not veneers Skipping through the airport, but soon will hop on Lears I conquer fears, running up them Ms and drive my mama tears I love Jim Carrey, but don't fuck with yes-men I need honest ears when in the studio Turned down a movie role to finish the album I pray the outcome is good Clayton Bigsby, y'all done took a nigga out of the hood Carrying water, chopping the wood But you gon' always ...

Cordae - Back On The Road feat. Lil Wayne Lyrics  [Cordae:] Thank you, Jesus Your List I'm back on the road again, been poppin' them This shit just might be my say Too many opps out here that's posin' as friends These niggas gon' wear a disguise Why you betray my trust? I thought it was love But this shit doesn't come by surprise Nothin' as real as it seem when you chasin' your dream Dog, you just gotta open your eyes This world is a motherfucker filled with all types of bloodsuckers Put that shit on my blood brother Ain't no worse feelin' when you tryna run up a million But they don't got no love for ya Where the love go when I showed 'em the utmost? Man, this shit is so cutthroat (Thank you, Jesus) That was one mistake, boy, I won't make that shit again Never let niggas up close So fuck ... and fuck his mama too, this dedication, boy, I want the drama too And I ain't gangster, dog, but I'll grill a nigga and step over you li...

  2 Chainz, Lil Wayne - Long Story Short Lyrics [Lil Wayne:] This life gon' be the death of me Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Blunt to my lips, gun on my Blunt to my lips, gun on my hip Wake up, light the blunt up, put out 'fore I fell asleep My bitch look like she Cherokee, my crib look like I'm sellin' keys My dick feel like some therapy, 'bout that life, I guarantee You livin' life [?], this life gon' be the death of me And she don't care where I skeet, hit ho from head to feet She walk out here, she wearin' me I talk my shit, she smellin' me And all I hear is jealousy, I call them niggas jelly beans Love my trigger finger so much, I bought her the wedding ring, yeah Yeah, let's get married Cut off his head and the rest get buried Cross on my head like a presbyterian Tell 'em he dead, I'ma say his parents Tears get shed only if you carin' Right on his head, see the red beam glarin' Two twelv...

  Tyga, YG, Lil Wayne - Brand New Lyrics I want some new nails New bundles (Hahaha), new boobs, you know Hmm, everythin’ brand new, bitch You know what the fuck this is Why spend my money when I could spend your money? Hahaha Way too cocky in the coupe feelin’— (Brand new, ha) Always in the press, why this bitch actin’— (Brand new, yeah) Spent one-fifty on a Prezi and it’s — (Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new) Nigga, don’t touch (Yeah) Smell like money and we smokin’ on — (Brand new, uh) Honey in her pack, keep the B’s waxed (Brand new, tss) Hermès bag got my bitch actin’— (Brand new, brand new, brand new, brand new) AP bustin’ A lot of niggas had a chance, they was unlucky (Yeah) When it’s so long, we don’t even discuss it (Nah) Say you got hoes pullin’ up, I don’t trust it (Shh) Burn through the money, diamonds dance like Usher (Ice) You ain’t gotta like it, but my bitch gon’ love it (Love it) All about cake, got a mill’ in the oven (I’m cookin’) Birdman hands, all this ...

 Lil Wayne - Kant Nobody Lyrics (feat. DMX) Lovin' what you do, and doin' what you do With the pure enjoyment of knowin' that you're the best at what you do (Okay) Yo, couldn't nobody fuck with me then Couldn't nobody fuck with me now, yo Can't be serious, yo (What?) Can't nobody, nobody, no-fuckin'-body (What, what, what?) Fuck with me, with this rap shit, yo (What, what?) Check it, I've been spittin' for twenty years (What, what?) (What, what, what? Ayo) (What, what, what, what?) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, hmm, uh (What, what?) Sometimes I smile to hide the miles of my road travelled (What? Uh) Shake my hand, it felt like you just touched a stove handle (What, what?) Holy cow, fuck the cow, I want the whole cattle (What? Uh) Gucci buffs on my eyes, look like solar panels (What, what?) Leavin' bitches on their own, like the Oprah channel (What, what?) Can't trust my shadow, that's a fact, I can't get overshadowed (What, uh...