Omarion - Trouble Lyrics ft. Joe Budden

Omarion - Trouble Lyrics ft. Joe Budden

You in trouble
Baby, you in trouble
When you gonna get it
Open up your eyes
Come here, your gonna get it
Baby come in here, lay right there
Gunna touch your body everywhere
You rolling and shaking baby, i like that
Telling me to go harder with your legs in the air

Bridge:
Oh yeah, right now girl its about you, oh,
You yeah, i’m going down, down baby on you, oh
Imma do it here, imma do it there
Imma do it like this, imma do it like that
Baby this is how its gonna go go go
When, when we make love
Imma go fast, imma go slow
Imma go so hard girl you gon’ say ‘oooh’
Baby this is how its gonna go go go go
When we make love

Hook:
Baby i know your ready, ready
Because your about to get it
Like you in trouble
Your about to get it
Like you in trouble (x2)
Imma give it to you like oh my god
Tell me how you want it ima do it all
If you wanna release baby ill fight that there
Its gon feel so good you gon pull your own hair

Bridge:
Oh yeah, right now girl its about you, oh,
You yeah, i’m going down, down baby on you, oh
Imma do it here, imma do it there
Imma do it like this, imma do it like that
Baby this is how its gonna go go go

When, when we make love
Imma go fast, imma go slow
Imma go so hard girl you gon’ say ‘oooh’
Baby this is how its gonna go go go go
When we make love

Hook:
Baby i know your ready, ready
Because your about to get it
Like you in trouble
Your about to get it
Like you in trouble (x2)

[verse: joe budden]
She in trouble, had to slide right up under her
Had to be the only reason i would punish her
Tried to avoid it, had her girlfriends come with her
But they gon wait up in that living room till i’m done with her
They gon sit tight baby no interruptions
While i’m knocking down her walls like they under construction
French on her nails with her hair done beautifully
And what the f-ck you thought them boy shorts was gunna do to me?
Face like megan little thicker than hale
Had me up all night as if my dick’s into molly
I know that our endeavor was fun
“cause she stored me in her phone
As he can have it whenever he wants

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Gucci Mane - I Hit That Lyrics (feat. Juicy J)

Gucci Mane - I Hit That Lyrics (feat. Juicy J)

[Hook]
I hit that, i hit that
I can’t even lie, i drilled that pussy
I can’t even lie, i ditched that pussy
Take this $500 and let me get that pussy

I hit that, i hit that
I can’t even lie, i drilled that pussy
I can’t even lie, i ditched that pussy
Take this $500 and let me get that pussy

[Verse 1: Gucci Mane]

Take this $500 and let me get that thing
I can’t even lie i can’t resist that frame
The way she ride a dick is a goddamn shame
And the way she suck a dick i can’t forget that brain
It’s a real good day, base is good pay
Camping at the mansion like six whole days
I’m not no kid and i sure don’t play
But my money’s standing taller than a high top fade
I’m looking oh so dapper dan in these brand new jeans
What y’all mean now with all these goddamn waves?
Tried to chop me 500, baby that’s chump change
And your boyfriend is a layman, i’m a goddamn train

[Hook]

If i had a quarter for all the whores out here
I’d be like bill gates, top of the fortune list
I heard your girlfriend cheated on you, that’s unfortunate
And she prayed to soul, the baby, all aborted it
I hit like five dimes but i ain’t keepin’ score with it
And that was yesterday, i’m ballin’ like a patriot
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I give her dirt, you say you’re drinking ‘cause i paid for it
But i’m so rich bitch that it ain’t really cost me shit
They let the boss in this bitch, i’m spillin’ sauce n shit
I’m just a force in this bitch, i got a costly dick
Your baby momma in the booth suckin’ sausages
I’m gettin’ my dick sucked in my office sippin’ coffee, bitch

Gucci! You know!

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Juicy J]

She got a lot, she’s gettin’ paid
Bust it open, she work the stage
Slidin’ down the pole like she’s fiendin’ for the fire
You smoke her out, i get the bitch higher
Hotties clappin’ that ass for cash
Bitch nigga i’m throwin’ bags
Poppin’ bottles, throwin’ dollars
Gin down the throat
Make that bitch swallow
Make her twerk while i’m smoking purple
She gon’ make your pockets hurt
Dance so freaky, i like it raw
But juciy j ain’t dirt mcgirt
This look like the player’s club
Plus they all be showing love
Vip with the ratchet bitches
Shakin’ ass, off the drugs (mollies!)
They love me in the club
‘cause they know i’m tippin’
She might leave with a coup
That’s just how i’m feelin’
Real street nigga
I’mma let her hit my weed
Take her to my hotel
And put her on her knees

[Hook]

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Sir Michael Rocks - Make This Bread Lyrics

Sir Michael Rocks - Make This Bread Lyrics

[Hook]
Hey mr. Fred, we almost there
Make this bread or make your bed
Take this ride or take this wheel
Take your time or take this pill

Hey mr. Fred, we almost there
Make this bread or make your bed
Take this ride or take this wheel
Take your time or take this pill

My nigga mr. Fred, we almost there (money, money)
Make this bread or make your bed (ballin’ nonstop)
Take this ride or take this wheel (money, money)
Take your time or take this pill (ballin’ nonstop)

[Verse 1]

I’m hoppin’ out the casket
Cocaine on my glasses
Some all white wuppies that i picked up on my last trip
Them niggas is yaggin’
Too much into fashion
My body guard a beast, and if you reach
Then he spazzin’
That rat-tat-tat action
Them lights, camera
I’m like the dodge dealership
I got a lot of challengers
Damn this shit remind me of my dogs
We was on a paper mission, get it all
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Millioni to the drawers
What’s up?
I went to school but never went to school
‘cause i was busy on tour
‘cause where we live a nigga only as good as his credit card score
A-1, i shipped a box of them new iphones straight to my home
Two to my dome, can’t feel my eyes
Can’t feel my bones, you not alone

[Hook]

[Verse 2]

When i seen it, i want it, i need it
Unlimited reasons, my heart in the freezer
I’m on it, you niggas is lacking
Napping, you loafing, you lacking the focus
My spanish bitch that i’m with
I’m smashing, i’m stoking, with passion, devotion
That money come, and that money stay
If you fuck her good, she won’t run away
I’m golded up like gabby douglas
My necklace, changing the center weight
My old niggas still caddy truckin’
I’mma wait for that aston truck
My boonie niggas is savage, bruh
Jammed out in that traffic, cuz
I’m cashin’ out and i’m stackin’ up
Your girl’s pussy is trash as fuck
I never talk shit about a teammate
We goin’ bobby for a pocket full of green face
When i die i’ll be reborn with a clean slate
And rip to the weed that we cremate

[Hook]

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