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NICKI MINAJ FT. RICK ROSS ;;; I AM YOUR LEADER (EXPLICIT)

Posted in Music with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on agosto 25, 2012 by musicacristianagratis

NICKI MINAJ FT. RICK ROSS ;;; I AM YOUR LEADER (EXPLICIT)

Look sucker, this my gun better
Street fighter bitc*es, this the up cutter
Nunchucka’, no time to ducka’
Son of the course, cause this is her last suppa’
Play with me, check who came with me
I bought a couple 9?s, plus the k’s with me
I breeze through queens to check some bad bitc*es
I stunt so hard, assess the damages
Cause this that aw, this is that aw
And yes the party bitc*es go get the bandages
Young yummy, fu*k you got from me
I hate a foney bit*h that front that chunk chummy
I’m me top shotta’ drop the top toppa’
Big fat pussy with a icy watch

I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You’re not a believer, suck a big dick

When I fly, it’s one letter and one number
You act hoes could get hot for one summer
After that the queen will still reign here
I’m center course to these hoes without a reindeer
Saind nick hey Rick, I just got a toy, cost 850
Now I’m in the hood, nig*as is getting woodies
Hit the hot topic, Nicki Minaj hoodie
I’m a prin bit*h I’m a prin
Go to Harlem, and kick kim
It’s dipset, get your dick wet
Boarded the big jet, and got a big check
Now you tell me, who the fu*k is winning
I’m on my Nicki Denim, Nicki leanin

I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You’re not a believer, suck a big dick

Jealous nig*as is gossip, watch me tie up my laces
Bitc*es be jocking, tell by the look on they faces
8 digits I’m clocking, a lot of gold in my bracelet
7 figures on watches, I told my mama I made it
Made a deal for my project, just give me 10 mill I’m gravy
I went back to the projects, and 2 mill in Mercedes
I get hit from your lady, have her bill me later
I’m on school with the hustle, just gave Rihanna my pager
Heart break hotel, I’m in the 8 rise suite
Rolls Royce wood, I’m talking play off seat
Know that boy busy balling I like to play all week
Monday night with the raw, with the beat
Power slamming them hammers I get you handle for free
So where the fu*k is her manners, she gives brain while I tweet
Dm, in the bm, you cm, you you love it
Motherfu*kers on my dick, suck it

I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You’re not a believer, suck a big dick (x2)

See the car is European but god imported from Tokyo
Looking like a shark, the nose call it Pinocchio
Well off, well f, lv, logo
Middle of July but the wrist on snow floor
Only do the aspens, y’all got a poking nose
I’m sunny and you must
Ride the whip, 5 on the hip, live with the pies got 9 for the flip
High with a bit*h, she cry for the dick, oh my know why get
Now I need an aspirin
She said you’re only cam’ron
Girlfriend you don’t know cam’ron from nowhere
So don’t go tampering, you’re just a nail I hammer
Never girl that’s on my camera
My name you cannot slender, adult girl watch your manners
She run and tell here mama, I think I love her
Because you say upon my lap
Nah, I ain’t saying hope they call me my
Even do why would I fight her, don’t even like her

I am your leader, yes I am your leader
You’re not a believer, suck a big dick (x2).

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MARIAH CAREY FT. RICK ROSS, MEEK MILL ;;; TRIUMPHANT (GET ‘EM)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on agosto 22, 2012 by musicacristianagratis

MARIAH CAREY FT. RICK ROSS, MEEK MILL ;;; TRIUMPHANT (GET ‘EM)

Get Em, Get Em, Get Em (Go)
Hit Em, Hit Em, Hit Em (Go)
Get Em, Get Em, Get Em (Go)
Hit Em, Hit Em, Hit Em (Go)
Get Em, Get Em, Get Em (Go)
Hit Em, Hit Em, Hit Em (Go)

They told me get em, I got em,
I swear this word to my father
And the only way to make it to the top
If you go and get it from the bottom
And I ain’t never asked for no hand outs
You won’t carry me, no Mariah
These haters love when I was dead broke
But they ain’t made at me,
I’m on fire and I’m gon’ burn
And I ain’t gon’ learn,
I remember they said that it ain’t my turn
But it ain’t confirmed, then the tables turned
Just look at me now, try to hold me down
But I ain’t gon’ stop, cause I’m gon’ climb
To the mountain top, to the mountain top, now let go

Can’t fall down stay triumphant keep on living
Stay on your toes
Get off the ropes
Don’t let em ever count you out
Realize all things are possible
In your heart who’s the greatest
Reach for the stars
Be all that you are
And make em all fall down

Path that I choose flashing camera’s as I pose
Throwing big money as she dances on the pole
Lime green Lamborghini dances in the road
License still suspended, no I never stop for tolls
Born slick talker, twice a week shopper
Blow a hundred wreck she don’t know a footlocker
Red bottom boss house big as Baltimore
With a blonde bombshell tryin to bomb with your boy
In the James Bond Beamer chrome wheel two seater
Smoking like Pimp C, spoken like a trill ni**a
On a cloudy day baby I can make it rain
Rubber band, 50 grand bet it brighten up your day
Came from humble beginnings
Then was Hummers and Benzes
Now it’s hundred and millions this is only the beginning
A don, a diva, the bomb achiever
The one believer, the game gets deeper

Can’t fall down stay triumphant keep on living
Stay on your toes
Get off the ropes
Don’t let em ever count you out
Realize all things are possible
In your heart who’s the greatest
Reach for the stars
Be all that you are
And make em all fall down

Get Em, Get Em, Get Em (Go)
Hit Em, Hit Em, Hit Em (Go)
Get Em, Get Em, Get Em (Go)
Hit Em, Hit Em, Hit Em (Go)
Get Em, Get Em, Get Em (Go)
Hit Em, Hit Em, Hit Em (Go)
Get Em, Get Em, Get Em (Go)
Hit Em, Hit Em, Hit Em (Go)

Can’t fall down now, so even when clouds surround you
And everyone seems to doubt you
Baby still know who you are
So you gotta keep on climbing
In spite of the chains that bind you
You can see the mountain top
It’s not too far

Can’t fall down stay triumphant keep on living
Stay on your toes
Get off the rope
Don’t let em ever count you out
Realize all things are possible
In your heart who’s the greatest
Reach for the stars
Be all that you are
And make em all fall down

Can’t fall down stay triumphant keep on living
(get em, get em, get em)
Stay on your toes get off the ropes
(stay on your toes)
Don’t let em ever count you out
(no, no, no, no)
(get em, get em, get em, get em go)
Realize all things are possible
In your heart who’s the greatest
Reach for the stars
Be all that you are
And make em all fall down

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LIL WAYNE FT. BIG SEAN ;;; MY HOMIES STILL (EXPLICIT)

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , , on agosto 10, 2012 by musicacristianagratis

LIL WAYNE FT. BIG SEAN ;;; MY HOMIES STILL (EXPLICIT)

[Lil Wayne]
Man, fuck y’all with the sickest
Semi automatic, no click click
We don’t feel you, like an elephant
Getting, with a tick tick
Little little with a thick bitch
And before I fuck this bitch
I gotta put that patch over my third eye, Slick Rick
Trukfit t-shirt, talk second, skeet first
Boy your girl a jump off
I hope she land feet first
She give me brain, research
And I prefer reefer
But if you want some, want some
Thats cool cause my homies still

[Hook]
Yeah my homies still
My homies still
Yeah my homies still
Don’t make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah

Don’t make my goons go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid, yeah

[Big Sean]
Okay, my girls a ?
I like the ? so wet I can surf off
In the hot spot cause a nigga never chillin’
I do it for my niggas, I just do it to these bitches
Boy, I over grind, over shine
Aint another nigga over Sean
I’m gettin paid, it’s Oprah time
I’m rollin’ pine, I’m so divine
I’m westside, westside
Dark glasses on like I’m going blind
Looking like Easy E
It’s just me and Lil Weezy Wee
Get off my

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne]
Look, I’m eastside them haters
? Muthafucka going deaf
Weezy F, eastside them haters not
Bump with so much bass
Tunechi, Tunechi, Tunechi
I don’t love them
Got so much, you gon need another nose man
And I just play my hand
But I am not the dealer
You see I got them tear drops
I cry a nigga river
I got that Trukfit t-shirt
Listening to Rebirth
I skate until my feet hurt
Hot boy, free Turk
? dessert
Put your hands beneath Earth
And I don’t sell drugs but if you need work
My homies still

[Hook]

[Big Sean]
Whoa, okay, this here’s what I do do
Got your sister dancing out the ? in a tutu
Got me in control, no strings attached, thats that voodoo
She said can’t nobody do it better, I tell her, true true yep
True true, my my bro bro say these bitches aint shit
I got the girl you came with and the girl she came wit’
She leaking and drippin’, whoa there I might just come slip in
And your misses gonna go missin’
If she addicted to what my dick did
Boy I get it

[Hook]

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