Kid Ink ft. Wale & Meek Mill – Bad Ass :: Lyrics, Video, Ringtones

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• Artist : Kid Ink
• Song   : Bad Ass
• Album  : N/A

American rapper, Kid Ink kicked off the New Year with this brand new banger, "Bad Ass". It was released on January 4, 2013 soon after he announced that he has signed a deal with RCA Records. The song was produced by Devin Cruise and features few verses from Wale and Meek Mill.

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[Hook: Kid Ink]
I’m feeling like the man of the hour, tear down that house
I’m throwin’ this money, like it’s no runnin’ out
Okay, but I wanna know, can you get in the aisle
And drop it down the pole, like it’s a fire?
Now let me see just what you doin’ with your bad ass
I can’t help but watch you movin’ with your bad ass
Let me see just what you doin’ with your bad ass
I can’t help but watch you movin’ with your bad ass

[Verse 1: Kid Ink]
I’m feeling like a man of the hour, host of the evening,
But girl, it’s your show, now bring it back, rerun
I got pockets of hundreds, they say that change is irrelevant
Lookin’ up in the sky, I said I love watching you elevate
High as you ever been, we’re gettin’ hella bent
Ball so hard, I deserve me a Leatherman
Man, let me see that cake, cake, cake, like etamine
Ass up, gon’ take it down like a sedative
That’s a negative, ain’t nobody wetter than her
Better get familiar like a motherf-ckerin’ relative
Though you see the fireworks, you lookin’ where my section is
All this money fallin’ in the air like it’s confetti, b-tch

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Wale]
I’m the man of the hour, money and power
And I’m on my Lafitte, so I let got Geechee sh-t out me
And the city is ours, where the killers devour
Where the n-ggas lift slippers, and the victims left a few flowers
Okay?
Where the c-dog, know what I mean now, cool?
Better be loud when I leave that room
Knowin’ how you move, how you got good shoes
When the heat on n-ggas be like “whew…”
Young n-gga with some old riches
In the coldest swimming I be with, we on the cold b-tches
The broad left me, I swear that I’m p-noid, you get me?
Dough – and of course she got them cakes but I’m tryin’ to see that throat
35-O-O my musicjuzz code
We high, chuggin’ on that dope
Turn around, girl let a n-gga know
Double M, young Olu, go!

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
I’m feelin’ like the man of the hour, host of the evening
These n-ggas is haters, they know that we eatin’
I got a b-tch in Jamaica, find it tough when we speakin’
I get your chick and I take her, talkin’, got a boat for the weekend
I’m just a young n-gga out there ballin’
All these bad b-tches callin’
Rollie off like a new obelisk
In the big Rolls Royce, can’t park it
Got gold rims on my Aston Martin
Now I’m rollin’ up in that foreign
I said all my b-tches bad, foreign
And you can rent our last Aston Martin
Hold up -
I flex hard on Instagram, post your b-tch on InstaHam
Pyrex pots that’s instant grams, drop that work that’s instant bands
And I’m sittin’ man, on a couple mil’
Swear my life’s so f-ckin’ real
Back to the wall like “f-ck the world”
And n-ggas say f-ck me, I’mma f-ck their girl

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Kid Ink]
Now go ahead with that bad ass, and fast cash, right, dash past
Them silicones, that bad ass, got cheese out, the rat trap
Real late night, no cat naps, you so acrobatic
Just move it to the bass slap, the bass slap like the mackest
No question we turnt up, workin’ on my fourth cup
Been throwin’ all this money like the ass is for purchase
Very important person, don’t take it too personal
Got more bottles than homies, it’s a movie, ready for the show!

[Outro:]
Show off…
Show off…
Show off…

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Ludacris ft. Meek Mill - Say It To My Face :: Lyrics, Mp3, Ringtones

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• Artist : Ludacris
• Song : Say It To My Face
• Album : 1.21 Gigawatts mixtape

Hot stuff! "Say It To My Face" is a another hot new song by rapper, Ludacris featuring Meek Mill. It is taken from his just released mixtape '1.21 Gigawatts' available for download here. The track was produced by Juicy J. Ludacris is one of the highest selling southern artists with over 19.5 million units sold in the United States alone. So dope!

Ladies and gentlemen! Here we present Ludacris - Say It To My Face. Say It To My Face lyric performed by Ludacris also available below.

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[Chorus:]
Hey, before I eat an MC I say my grace
Leave you dead without a trace
Got a problem with me, say it to my face
To my face, to my face, to my face, to my face, to my face
Put a p-ssy ass n-gga all in his place!
Didn’t your bosses ever tell you n-ggas you could be replaced
To the fans you’s a disgrace, got a problem with me?
Say it to my face, to my face, to my face, to my face, to my face
Put a p-ssy ass n-gga all in his place!

[Ludacris - Verse 1:]
Ay, got a chopper, kinda like a helicopter
For any n-gga that think its sweet
And you better call a doctor
Have you shaking like a maracas
Dripping like this beat
Blood spillin’ like a faulty faucet
Plug his ass, ‘fore you end up in the host
Put the gear in reverse
Then you better hit the f-cking gas
You broke, now you bitter
But how the hell is a n-gga start beef with me on his f-cking twitter?
You know where I’ll be, you know where I’ll stay
I ain’t that hard to find!
All upon my D, when the DTP boy, you’re sweeter than a valentine!
How can you call yourself a man, boy?
You’s Ludacris number one fan, boy!
Then you left, and you’re gone, goodbye
Lazy eye don’t miss you!
Then you signed to a n-gga, who signed to a n-gga, who signed to another n-gga, smart move!
Boy, you musicjuzz.blogspot.com dumb as hell!
You should take your soul and have an ‘end of the summer sale’!
But all your records my theme songs?
Why? cause I’m still shopping of your ring tone!

[Chorus]

[Ludacris - Verse 2:]
To you internet gangsta’s
Facebook hoes, e-mail bullies, I can see your camel toe
Instead of talking to a n-gga straight up, you rather send a text
Well, I think you a b-tch, and you should change your sex!
Hiding behind your phone screen, better run the other way
You playing for the wrong team
Thinking a booty ass, n-gga
Oh, take another dude to the movie ass, n-gga
I can see you’re Kit Kat, gimme a break, hit him in his face
How you keep it real when you know a n-gga fake?
Better hit the brakes when you see me n-gga shake
You going into convulsions, hater emotions and epileptic seizures
Put a nail in a n-gga, your career is over, hang em up like Jesus!
Amen! Sayonara! Okay then
Next time you crying, tell a b-tch, n-gga!
But keep in mind, you’s a b-tch n-gga!

[Chorus]

[Meek Mill - Verse 3:]
Put a p-ssy ass n-gga in his face with that tooly on my waist like “huh?”
I put it to his face then I ask a p-ssy ass n-gga how taste like “huh?”
He said it taste like nah (nah)
Told ‘em it’s a glock 10 though
n-ggas thinking it’s been a game til the shots hit his body bend his ass like limbo
Give my shooters your info
Tell ‘em right to your place, put ‘em right in your face
n-gga like what you say?
Catch you night time and then brighten your day
Shots at your head, they don’t like what you say
Coroners coming to wipe you away
Thang you with jiggy? Here right the ?
Wherever you standing, thats right where you lay
Ya’ll n-ggas run yo mouth just like a bunch of b-tches
P-ssy n-ggas talking just like a bunch of snitches
Lord be my witness, I ask for forgiveness
But if these p-ssy n-ggas keep running they mouth, I’ma give them the business
Heard you p-ssy ass n-ggas talking about me when I’m not around
Told another n-gga, so he told another n-gga and it got around
So I told the other n-gga, go tell the other n-gga, move out of town
Cause my dawg playing hard ball with the sawn off like you outta bounds

[Chorus]

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Cory Gunz - YMCMB MMG ft. Meek Mill :: Lyrics, Mp3, Ringtones

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• Artist : Cory Gunz
• Song : YMCMB MMG
• Album : N/A

A brand new track titled "YMCMB MMG" by rapper, Cory Gunz featuring Mayback Music Group's Meek Mill. The song is a possible track off his upcoming mixtape 'Son of a Gun: The Mixtape' set to be released on July 5, 2011. Cory Gunz is also the star of MTV's "Son of A Gun" - a reality show that follows Cory after he signed by Young Money/Cash Money. It also features Nick Cannon and Peter Gunz.

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[Verse 1: Cory Gunz]
Stare is blank when the trigger face
Lil n-gga with a bigger base
Know me young homie? here's some money, you wonder now
I'll make 2012 with a number dial
Talking that sh-t; don't know who they rapping with
Pause, I say f-ck em fast, rabbit dicks
I turn the booth to a maggot pit
She appear when I wave the david banner wrist
Gettin money, you n-ggas seein me like my mother home
She's b-tchin her dog is back with another bone
Hollar for a dollar, to swallow back
I hit her right off of twitter, now follow that
I'm booking face, my network is social
Young money, cash money, we coach who coach you
Slow up them protools with them loco vocals
What you know to, don't do, n-gga
I'm your go-tos, musicjuzz.blogspot.com go-to
Plot, once you try I approach you quiet with the toast too
Fire, I will smoke you
Tie, any man, bear hand choke you
Silence is what I go to
Violent, burner in the safe, burner in the car, and the plates, burner on the waist
Find the burner and they solving the case
Murder in the place, let is dislove in his waist
I don't give a f-ck if your moms and all is in the play
Get your pops, get popped, n-gga pop off
Get a drop, in the city chopped, get in knocked off
Glock and it gettin hot, knock ya socks off
Get clocked, when it tick, get tocked off
Block n-ggas, by the block when it's blocked off
Swat looking for the yatch when is docked off
In the spot where n-ggas plot to get bopped, pause
And when the waps stop then ya top off

[Verse 2: Millz]
Ymcmb doublem g, you know me
Old school flow like kool mo dee
Coastal flow, I move low key
Make a move ot
Get a brick for the low
95 south get a chick that would go
Every 36 let the b-tch get an o
I put it in the hood that b-tch better snow
In the middle of summer, do numbers
n-ggas better run from us that, front us
That mac-10 with a drummer, they want us
Tell them n-ggas run up, get done up
When that automatic get clappin like Cory Gunz when he rapping
That sh-t be spitting so fast, and my n-ggas we platinum
And I'm... on the way I'm going glow, I put my pressy on
30 thou, like a got a camero chevy on
I go loud around the neck give em a heavy one
And n-ggas sleeping on me, guess I get my freddy on
Nightmare on you record labels
I tell em put the dirty money on the other table
You ever seen a 100 racks off fiend money
That martin luther king, I had a dream money
I can tell you n-ggas never seen money
We sellin white girl, gettin christine money
Aguilera, I'm in the panorama
n-ggas whisper when I come through, I can barely hear em
I know these n-ggas looking, I can't see em though
My daddy in the grave, I make you meet em though
They call me, mister "f-ck a n-gga" I don't need a ho
Cause I got my paper up, it's time to get my haters up
I'm gone!

b-tch!

I'm gone!

Mmg ymcmg

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Rick Ross ft. Meek Mill - Perfectionist :: Lyrics, Mp3, Ringtones

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• Artist : Rick Ross
• Song : Perfectionist
• Album : N/A

Check out this amazing new track between American rapper Rick Ross and recent Maybach Music-signee Meek Mill titled "Perfectionist". Still fresh out of the oven. But there isn't much news about this song. Could possibly ended up in Rozay's upcoming album 'God Forgives, I Don't'.

Ladies and gentlemen! Here we present Rick Ross - Perfectionist. Perfectionist lyric performed by Rick Ross also available below.

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[Rick Ross]
Hustle out of necessity, father never corrected me
Streets showed me no sympathy, Audemar my accessory, huh
Never accurate, I’m aiming at your Acura, yeah
Heart rate accelerate on other amateurs

[Meek Mill]
And I murder anything in my perimeter
If they disrespect us we slide on them like a banister
Dodging fat cameras, balling like f-ck stamina
Block doing numbers, I graduated the mansion

[Rick Ross]
Bricks in the Maybach, bricks in the Escalade
Bricks on brickle, we got bricks in the bay
San Fran musicjuzz.blogspot.com bricks got bricks in L.A.
Publisher watch the money, I got bricks on this plane

[Meek Mill]
And my n-gger brick on his way, just did a dime for a brick of the Yay’
I’m switching up my bricks like my kicks with my lay
Rule number one, never keep them bricks where you stay

[Rick Ross]
All my women photogenic they never depreciate
Pop up in ya city, it’s strictly about the cake
Quarters to half’s on my road to the riches
All real n-ggers just playing different positions

[Meek Mill]
Ross can be the quarter back, I’ma run his quarter back
Feds try to intercept a n-gger like a corner back
Make a n-gger pay a couple birds, get his daughter back
Get the dirty money, clean it all up at the Laundromat

[Rick Ross]
I’m allergic to failure, heroin paraphernalia
Frank Lucas furs at the fight on my cellular
Ball like Mayweather, Don King at the register
I stack chedder, it’s etcetera, etcetera

[Meek Mill]
I’m addicted to winning, pretty women and spinnin’
Ferragamo on linen, a n-gger starting he finish
D.A. label me menace, mama call me a king
So therefore I’m dropping soon like Tyson was in the ring

[Rick Ross]
Coca-cola minx, Canary yellow stones
I’ma stunt if it mean I gotta break a bone
Me and Meek Milly in the hood on chrome
Double-M G and we 20 million strong

[Meek Mill]
Doesn’t matter if it’s chess or checkers cause it’s all blocks (bricks)
I’m in this 911 Porsche with a bald spot
No roof, fresh off the car lot
And we don’t call cops n-gger, we just call shots

[Rick Ross]
F-ck the competition I bury the cockroaches
Think when you see what I pull up out the holster
Can’t even breath, remember what yo mama told ya
We the real g’s and the well paid soldiers

[Meek Mill]
So if you n-gger scared, call the feds up
We taking over I’m just giving n-ggers heads up
We shoot them down, just to let them know we dead up
8 figure n-gger, tell the labels, get our bread up

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Rick Ross - Pandemonium :: Lyrics, Mp3, Ringtones

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• Artist : Rick Ross
• Song : Pandemonium
• Album : N/A

New track titled "Pandemonium" by American rapper, Rick Ross featuring recent Maybach Music Group signees Meek Mill and Wale. Both of these guys have really good potential ... with Rick Ross’s connects in the industry they would finally get good production. Rozay’s new album 'God Forgives, I Don't' is reportedly due in stores later this year.

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3 passports, 3 first class tickets to the money
straight flights

[Rick Ross]
I live by the cold war
drove from round the globe
all I need is a kilo, a apron, show me the stove
general electric, perfected, cooking them O’s
no more peanut butter sandwiches, now we looking at loaves
hoes, I need a condom for my toast, busting in these n-ggas
standing flat footed, I’m on my toes
froze, pandemonium overdose
paparazzi in the trees, please curtains closed
Armadillo cigars, killers who like to play golf
preparing with transactions, with russian shots of the smirnoff
playing for keeps I buss in ‘em ‘fore she get off
I run the city just pull up and drop the kid off
welcome to organised crime
money got me excited, I’m coming four or five times
the ’45 for you n-ggas with 9 lives
Penthouse on college, money long as Ocean drive
black Chevy Tahoe’s, Hatians up out the ?
my place spacious, smoking aces in Lagos
Feds get involved, I’m slipping off in the synagogue
issue you your warrant, informant, b-tch I’ve been a boss
counting money stacks, your’s counter-fitted
I made my money back, when your accountant didn’t
went against the odds, its only one Rozay
my n-gga OKAY

[Chorus]
I got a penny in my pocket
million in the trunk
started in the back, now we the n-ggas in the front
step out on the block all the b-tches they still in shock
get a piece of p-ssy then take my n-ggas to shop
Pandemonium, causing pandemonium
half a million for the same car we rolling in
Pandemonium, pandemonium
we the number 1 n-ggas your b-tch notice it

[Meek Mill - Verse 2]
Million ways to make this money, you gon get it
on the grind 24/7 I’m with it
YSL swagger, wrist wear frigid
jumping out the Phantom like a muthaf-cking midget
money knocking at the front door I’m like “who is it?”
it’s Benjy, tell my lil n-gga “goin get it”
cause I’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute
Lamborghini dreaming thinking how I’m spend it
I’m like one’s for the money, two’s for the show of it
three’s for the b-tches that be f-cking for the hoe of it
four for my n-ggas that be stacking and then blowing it
you would think I had a curfew the way I’m going in
look at what we rolling in, causing pandemonium
papi got them keys in, he like my custodian
I was tryna bag a brick you was Nickelodian
I was in them trenches getting down and dirty serving it
We’s part the reason that them Churches got some services
the morgue could afford just cause we was doing murdering
n-gga called my phone talking reckless I aint heard of it
f-ck ya girl, give her back I’m courteous
I can keep a secret with Vicky have a menage with Nicki
and be out London with Lauren and telling Megan Good morning
catch me rolling with Kelly or at the Hilton with Paris
from Hollywood to the hood, I want a mom and I swear that I want em all
wanna f-ck em musicjuzz.blogspot.com all
had my n-ggas down so I’m screaming f-ck the law
monday night wrestling, I’m so f-cking raw
she gon wipe me down, I’m gon brush her off
I’m way harder than the concrete
I say what my mind speak
word to the homies Ross I can get that 9 Piece
for the low that 9 cheap
call me if you want it, haters see me
and I’m staying got ‘em sick to they stomach

[Chorus]

[Wale]
Whole time, see that fly sh-t I’ve been on
all the girlfriends fall in line from my spin off
thats game b-tch aint sh-t
nudies? and some J six
where I’m from it’s cold
and n-ggas get at you like handkerchiefs
God bless you unless you was disrespectful
b-tches dissappoint you but money won’t ever stress you
they say I’m special as Devin Hester on fourth down
so all that sh-t you n-ggas kicking with worried about
catch me at tha carry out, mumbo sauce and half and half
flyest n-ggas out here, period no maxi-pad
b-tch I got a right to brag
b-tch I got a right to boast
presidential suite and b-tch
and I never use my right to vote
my vision enormous, my b-tch’s is gorgeous
and I am dead serious, b-tch I spit with embalming
shout out to lil g, shout out Tre and Mohammad
that boa sh-t we get paid with death over dishonor
I’m known as Obama’s don’t I know no-one in congress
these b-tches love me all the way, u got sorta’s and kinda’s
sort of remind you, why you don’t call no vag-na
lets give em awesome intercourse and ignore there inquires
quietly becoming a top ten
you dreamed of getting cream, best believe I’m John Deere
?, earth tones in the winter
Purp rolled in a rillow
I am on my John Lithgow
Out of this 3rd Rock, n-gga it it out
I am on my Tom Brady y’all n-ggas is Eric Crouch
what the bloodclot, Tommy Frazier f-ck yourself
I can see your album coming
that sh-ts like a sucker punch
here for breakfast, f-ck for lunch
dinner time she bring a friend
write my sh-t so vicious
y’all are like snitches you can’t see the pen
always on some new sh-t CNN
sh-ttin on these n-ggas like I need a pen

[Chorus]

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