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Styles P Feat. Busta Rhymes, Rick Ross - Harsh

Styles P, Busta Rhymes y Rick Ross estrenan en Youtube el videoclip de su nuevo single "Harsh".

Aquí les dejamos con la portada, el video y la letra de la canción.

Esperamos que lo disfrutéis y que opinéis sobre él.

Root for the villain to shoot with no feeling

like audio two yea the crew Is top billin

blowing the dutch in the coupe with no ceiling

invisible bully like the gucc when im illin

cash too green

its taped to the toilet like im michael corleone in the bathroom scene

young black vido

chop and wrap kilos

clap torpedos

stack doritos

fleein to mexico sippin the mojito

discussin perico green weed and diesel

ak muzzle airholes you can see through

ridin the bulletproof five yea im lethal

Hook:

Yo' when niggas hear this shit they say it harsh

Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga harsh

Act Hostile aggressive and kind of harsh

Like a Rothchild with money that’s why i’m harsh

How we dealin wit em, HARSH

How we dealin wit em, HARSH

How we Handleling em, HARSH

How we mangling em, HARSH

Stop bitching you the one who to cause me to act HARSH.

and if im inching and you front it's my duty to act

My style is infectious actress in the Lexus

Sunroof open, hashish for breakfast

Beef never settle I'm Lyor to the ghetto

Russell with the hustle, Rick Ruben with the metal

When i lick a shot Im aiming at you’re top floor

Blocks like stocks everybody bought more

Birds fell out the sky, rats can drop dead, flying thru bed stuy,

white drop head, sticky green twist, guillotine click

Dapper dan three piece suit for the trip

Link with Dominicanos straight to Sofritos

Three point range hit free throws with kilos

Hook:

YO' when niggas hear this shit they say it harsh

Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga harsh

Act Hostile aggressive and kind of harsh

Like a Rothchild with money that’s why i’m harsh

How we dealin wit em, HARSH

How we dealin wit em, HARSH

How we Handleling em, HARSH

How we mangling em, HARSH

Stop bitching you the one who to cause me to act HARSH.

and if im inching and you front it's my duty to act

Shine like brightness ..sure but Im the titan

Hard like when Cus D'mato was training Tyson

Gun, Weed, Be Yak in the car but no license

Life on top of the city could touch lightening

Cocaine wave dollar bill slave

Wranglers is Tuff but inside it's suede

Ride Wit Louch and Kiss Till I see a grave one Third of legacy

Pedigree is i could make a Don A Don ‘cause of integrity

Rap like a phenomenon Sleep For a better dream

Nine Is For Deader Things Smoke For medicine

BIG Is The Only Rapper I Don't Think That Im Better Than

Hook:

YO' when niggas hear this shit they say it harsh

Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga harsh

Act Hostile aggressive and kind of harsh

Like a Rothchild with money that’s why i’m harsh

How we dealin wit em, HARSH

How we dealin wit em, HARSH

How we Handleling em, HARSH

How we mangling em, HARSH

Stop bitching you the one who to cause me to act HARSH.

and if im inching and you front it's my duty to act

I Rub Stones together and Cast That spell quick

Like a ???? voodoo blesses Before I Move Bricks

I beat you like the number eleven when two sticks

Money from the door then when I Bop Wit Two Chicks

It won’t stop, never stop there he go again

Together watch the coke and how the baking soda blend

Fedrico Kinda Pure see how he make the fiend flock and

watch the line for the coke i'll quickly rap around the block

They say we bad for business ‘cause the coke price drop

How we flooded em wit bubble white till is white hot

What?

pop Purchases We Chopping Up The Pieces Til only the shake is left

Counting the profit in a bezil

80 million dollar yachts ???? A Little Refer

Diamonds so big they call it an obnoxious little creature

Money to cop original paintings of Mona Lisa

High the way I feel a cloud sitting on my ceasar

YO' when niggas hear this shit they say it harsh

Type of shit that make you wanna handle a nigga harsh

Act Hostile aggressive and kind of harsh

Like a Rothchild with money that’s why i’m harsh

How we dealin wit em, HARSH

How we dealin wit em, HARSH

How we Handleling em, HARSH

How we mangling em, HARSH

Stop bitching you the one who to cause me to act HARSH.

and if im inching and you front it's my duty to act

Rick Ross ft. Nicki Minaj - You The Boss :: Lyrics, Mp3, Ringtones

• Artist : Rick Ross
• Song : You The Boss
• Album : God Forgives, I Don't

WOOP! Awesomeness! This is a hot new song titled "You The Boss" by American rapper, Rick Ross. This radio-ready record was produced by K.E. and features vocals from Nicki Minaj. It is said to be featured on Rick Ross' upcoming fifth studio album, 'God Forgives, I Don't' scheduled for release through Maybach Music Group and Def Jam Recordings on December 13, 2011.

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In a world with so many, baby girl you are that one
I deserve that , I deserve you!

[Nicki Minaj]
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man

[Rick Ross]
Rose a born stunner, I could blow money
50 when I’m shopping, that ain’t no money
I got my jeans sagging, money stuffed in ‘em
I got 40 whips, way too much in ‘em
I need me a queen, I need me a dime
Living this fast life: just show me a sign
I’m a g, I’m a g, taken from the taken form the land,… wanna be
All she needs, all she needs
Is a boss on my level who provides her every need
All I fiend is a queen in my presence
I can hold until I die
Couple g’s in my bezel
I’m a boss

[Nicki Minaj]
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man

[Rick Ross]
Still running the streets cause every day I’m hustling
Double mg went in and the streets is loving it
All this paper coming and my baby touching it
I pin her to the wall, you know this, we be busting it
Fur coats in the winter, look like a polar bear
Stunning in the snow, these haters they can go somewhere
Indoor, outdoor pool, indoor court
Indoor pool, ducking ray jay moves
Seven rolls royces, pink slips like a boss
Champagne on her body, time to lick it off
Me and baby girl a winning combination
Ownership is my conversation
I’m a musicjuzz.blogspot.com boss

[Nicki Minaj]
I’ll do anything you say cause you the boss
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man

Talk to me
Oh I feel play
What you saying baby?
And I do whatever you say
Boss..

You could take it any way you want to
Baby I promise that I’ll never disappoint you
Just know that i’mma get my motherf-ckin’ points in
Yeah it rains, yeah it rains

[Nicki Minaj]
I’ll do anything you say cause you the boss
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
You the boss, you the boss man
Hey, daddy won’t you come and be my boss,
Tell me one thing…
Hey, daddy won’t you come and be my boss,… off!

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Wale ft. Rick Ross – Tats On My Arm :: Lyrics, Mp3, Ringtones

• Artist : Wale
• Song : Tats On My Arm
• Album : Ambition

This is a brand new track by American rapper, Wale titled "Tats On My Arm", another track taken from his forthcoming second studio album 'Ambition' expected to be released on November 1, 2011. The song features verses from Rick Ross and produced by Southside. Hit like below if you’re excited to hear the track!

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[Rick Ross]
Ambition is a way of life, it’s a mind set, ya followin’?

(M-M-M-M-Maybach Music)

[Rick Ross - Hook]
Tats all on my arm
b-tch all up on my mind
I got stacks all up in my charm
My gold Rollie tell time
It’s my ambition (it’s my ambition)
I’m just so gifted (look where that sh-t gets ya)

Tats all on my arm
Yo b-tch all on my mind
And I got stacks on all my charms
My gold Rollie tell time
musicjuzz.blogspot.com
It’s my ambition (it’s my ambition)
I’m just so gifted (look where that sh-t gets ya)

[Wale]
Okay, tats all on my arm
These dreads all in my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
For the paper I’ma grind, it’s my ambition (its’ my ambition)
It’s my ambition (its’ my ambition)
It’s my ambition (its’ my ambition)

Okay, tats all on my arm
These dreads all in my eyes
I put these poems all in these songs
All I know is this grind, it’s my ambition (its’ my ambition)
It’s my ambition (its’ my ambition)

[Wale - Verse 1]
I aint with the talking, see I’m just tryna focus
Cause the loudest n-gga in the room is usually the brokest
Tryna stay clear of my foes, and these shape shiftin’
Ya’ll can’t stick to no G-Code, see them snakes showing you more
Get my taste from all of my
My mates calling me gifted, February cold as my heart
Thats why your date is probably missing
Late for love and be trippin’
Man it takes cigar and start fillin’
I got a green bag with the blue strands
I smoke the Margerie Simpson
Got a broken heart that needs fixin’
And I don’t rely on no
And I don’t reply to most BBM’s
So when you see an R don’t be trippin’
MMG obviously winnin’, n-ggas talk much harder, we livin’
And I swear to lord I’ve been down to Earth
More times than not I be lifted

[Hook]

[Wale - Verse 2]
I aint with the rappin’, see I’m just tryna focus
Cause the loudest n-gga in the room is usually the brokest
Tats all on my arm, these suckas say I’m that bomb
3 J’s took me this high, 6 O’s paid for my car
3 M’s on my New Balance, I’m here to shine when I’m tracking
What you doing Ross, drop a hundred thousand and you know you ‘posed to be stacking
I should Michael Jordan these rappers, man I’m twice as cold as these rappers
haha, hold up, let me wipe a dose with these rappers
And I like the .. to need passion, And I like my girls with Ambition
You see money talking these days and you thought the shorty wasn’t listening
You aint dreamin dog you aint living
Even when I sleep I got vision
Even when ya deep, yeah still I sweep
I don’t fiend for beef I eat

[Hook]

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Drake - Free Spirit (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

Drake - Free Spirit (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics

[Rick Ross]
Tat my name on you girl so I know its real
Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real

[Verse 1 - Drake]
Tell a bad bitch girl, lets go hang
You know me, Rolex, gold chain
Fuck my young niggas, XO gang
Get so drunk you forget yo name
Incense, burning, smoking out to my own shit
Got black wood in my white Range, I’m taking off when that light change
I’m Drizzy Drake to my old bitches, Voodoo child to my new hoes
I miss this and I want it back, So I’m all in with these new flows
New flows, got new flows, rap is stress but it pays great
Pimp flows ‘n screw flows, my shit be sounding like gray tapes, now
Lemme go an hit that cup, 1 time before a nigga hit that road
These days keep going by too fast, so give anything that make shit go slow
Yea, money in my safe, but I’m living dangerous
They told me shit would change, but I don’t really see no change in us

[Hook - Drake]
Tat my name on you so I know its real
Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real
I know it hurts, But I ain’t tryna hear it
‘Cause when I’m not around, I’ll still be there in spirit
You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine
Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea
You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours
Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup

[Verse 2 - Rick Ross]
I fondle the money, fornicate with a fortune
I play with her mind, she masturbate in my Porsche
Its simple love, it’s simple math
Her chest nice, not a wrinkle in her ass
Puffin’ purple hash welcome to my power circle
Sucker free, no snitching, and we know when cowards working
Rolls Royce rollin’, rose gold rollie’s
MBA accountants, amounts they get unholy
But mama still praying for her rubber band man
When them wheels land, Travis Barker drums playin’
Tap dance to my drum roll, I love a bitch that know to keep me one rolled

[Hook - Drake]
Tat my name on you so I know its real
Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real
I know it hurts, But I ain’t tryna hear it
‘Cause when I’m not around, I’ll still be there in spirit
You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine
Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea
You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours
Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup

[Verse 3 - Drake]
[Drake - Free Spirit (feat. Rick Ross) Lyrics on http://lyricslike.blogspot.com]
I don’t have to work in the morning so I always stay for 1 more
fuck what they say, I’m telling you there’s no side effects I’m sure
Went from driving up on some old shit, to drivers opening doors
This is my town, if you need something just ask for its yours
Yea, ask for its yours, if you ask for it its done
I could Western Union some money, get your passport and then come
You’ll meet everybody I know, at first it might seem like a lot
But they’re all playing their role, Put that on everything that I got
And all I care about is my city, man I cant say it enough
I done heard things about y’all that they cant say about us
I just hold it down for my side, I just hold it down for my sect
I give everybody a piece of this, and I make due whats left
Yea I do this shit to the death, yea I do this shit till I’m gone
yea, I told you that its our world, and you’re foolish thinking I’m wrong
Stop asking how the fucking needle feel, tat my fucking name on you, let these niggas know its real, wassup

[Hook]
Tat my name on you so I know its real
Tat my fucking name on you so I know its real
I know it hurts, But I ain’t tryna hear it
‘Cause when I’m not around, I’ll still be there in spirit
You’ll still be mine, yea, you’ll still be mine
Tat my fucking name on you, when I go you’ll still be mine, yea
You’ll still be mine, yea, I’ll still be yours
Tat my fucking name on you, let em know you love the boy, wassup

Monica - Anything (To Find You) :: Lyrics, Mp3, Ringtones

• Artist : Monica
• Song : Anything (To Find You)
• Album : New Life

This is a triumphant tune entitled "Anything (To Find You)" that will appear on Monica's upcoming album 'New Life'. It features three big names in the industry, Missy Elliott, Rick Ross and Lil' Kim. 'New Life', her upcoming seventh studio album is in stores October 4, 2011. In any event, if this is indicative the direction of the rest of Monica's new album, it should be an interesting listen indeed.

Will you hit repeat on Monica's new record? Judge for yourself, and watch Monica perform her new song, "Anything (To Find You)."

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[Missy Elliott]
As we proceed to give you what you need
As we proceed to give you what you need

[Monica]
Likes the morning dude
I took one look at you
And it was play and seek
You were my destiny

[Rick Ross]
We the big bank boys on the boulevard
Putting all the pretty girls into pretty cars
They shall not f*ck with rose pockets
Feel the honey shots when I pop it
I feel for you, vodka, rum on my arm
20 million teflon don, god bless
All the D boys on the rest
With my baby girl on my side, baby, baby

[Monica]
I've been looking for someone special for a long, long time
Someone that I can share my dream, someone I can call mine
And every night I'm wishing, hoping, that he's only getting closer
Cause I, oh I, gonna find you, want to know you

[Chorus:]
And I just wanna know if someone's out there
Somebody to hold, somebody who cares
I'll do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no
I'd do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no

I've been there so many times from the guys in my head
And when I find somebody new, it don't never lasts
And every night I'm wishing, hoping, that he's only getting closer
Cause I, oh I, gonna find you, want to know you

[Chorus:]
I just wanna know if someone's out there
Somebody to hold, somebody who cares
I'll do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no
I'd do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no

[Lil' Kim]
I guess musicjuzz.blogspot.com it was cupid
But we never do the hard, let the blood drip
Somebody call the doctor cause I'm love sick
Man, I done had it with this love shit
I'm done, just cause you make me come, don't mean that you're the one
Most dudes only good for their tongues
Fucking with the queen bee, it ain't safe
This is leaving a stinging in your face

[Monica]
And I'm tired of being by myself
I need someone there, to give all of this love that I got
I'm open, won't you come inside?
Man, I promise that I will treat you better than right

Gotta know, is he out there some where, is he out there waiting for me, for me
Is he out there some where, is he out there waiting for me.

[Chorus:]
I just wanna know if someone's out there
Somebody to hold, somebody who cares
I'll do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no
I'd do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no

[Chorus:]
I just wanna know if someone's out there
Somebody to hold, somebody who cares
I'll do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no
I'd do anything to find you (I wanna do)
I won't let you go, no, no

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Rick Ross - 9 Piece Lyrics Video Mp3 Download ft. T.I.

* Artist : Rick Ross
* Song : 9 Piece
* Album : Ashes To Ashes mixtape



Santa Rick Ross is coming to town! This coming Christmas Eve, Ross will drop a new mixtape labeled 'Ashes To Ashes' as a perfect Christmas gift. "9 Piece", the first song off 'Ashes To Ashes' hit the web today. It features King of the South, T.I.. The mixtape will also features Drake, Ne-Yo, Ludacris and Wiz Khalifa to name a few.

Rick Ross 9 Piece Lyrics

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Suave house, still independent
distribution Mexican
he still sending
no contract, take my word
send a hundred packs bitch
them my birds
shoe box, no shoes in ‘em
in the two seater, me and two women
no Def Jam, went solo
took the custy’s prices solo

[Rick Ross - Chorus]

I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[T.I - Verse 2]
Its the king young gunna
hotter than suana in the summer
n-gga think I’m playing round if you wanna
bring the thunder and the lightening
like a sighting if you try me
on that Warren Buffet sh-t
that monkey sh-t behind me
you want me square n-gga you know where to find me
don’t call me on my cell
you tryna send a pimp to jail
if you buying 25 you can get it for the twelve
uncut, rocked up, got hand and pale yeah
hey let me send a little message to my enemies
you n-gga get to telling have ‘em buried ‘fore they sentence me
come to ATL, hit any trap they remember me
billionaire swag with a dope boys energy

[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Soft white, I got that G-mix
I’m going Gold, crumbs to the bricks
I’m on the road, lets buy some new whips
trick a hundred hoes
spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
got your bottom bitch going AWOL
n-gga’s looking at ya like you fell off
no sir, not me
I’m double platinum just like my Ferrari
bullet proof, n-gga teflon
why you snorting that
that shit stepped on

[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more

9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls

T-Pain ft. Rick Ross - Rap Song :: Lyrics, Video, Mp3, Download

Artist : T-Pain ft. Rick Ross
Song Lyrics : Rap Song

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T-Pain feat. Rick Ross Rap Song Lyrics :-

[T-Pain]
Nappy Boy, ooooh wee
Ooooh wee
Everybody say yeaaaah
Oh oh oh...
Hey eh eh eh eh

[Verse 1]
We been messin' round for a long (long time)
A while now (while now, uh)
And you already know what's on my mind (mind)
It's goin' down now (it's goin' down now?)
And I don't need no background music, girl
I turn it loud now
I got the gangsta feelin'
And I'ma do somethin' to you
To you, to you
Oh
We can take it over The Bay
Where my Mistah F.A.B. at? (F.A.B. at, uh)
Or just put on that N.W.A.
Comin' Straight Outta Compton on that pussy, baby
And we can all night long (haha)
I'm bout to have yo' head gone
And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
But we can make love to a rap song

[Hook]

Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I'm ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it's ya birthday (uh)
We gon' party like it's ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

[Verse 2]

And you been on my mind all day (all day)
I know you wit it (know you wit it baby, uh)
And I'ma do you like Kanye (yeah) cuz I'ma let you finish (let you finish!)
You can get it (you can get it)
Or we can do it east coast style and I'll keep on my fitted
I said I got the gangsta feelin'
I feel like breakin' you off
You off, you off
Off
We can take it way down south
Rick Ross on the iPad (cuz you the boss' girl)
Super-thick thighs and ya booty like Bombs Over Baghdad (BOOM!)
Wait, hold up
She got a donk (YUP!) she got a donk (YUP!), she got a donk
I'm bout to have yo' head gone

And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
But we can make love to a rap song

[Hook]

Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I'm ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it's ya birthday (uh)
We gon' party like it's ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

[Rick Ross]

My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swag
Right now you rockin' wit the finest and I mean that (uh)
Really, you the finest and I mean that (uh)
Pants fitted, dammit where ya jeans at?
Makin' love to a rap song
Port of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap, uuuhhhh
Like Akon, we could stack it all up (yeah)
Or do you like a Juvie, make ya back it all up (uh)
(Hot) that's all shawty ever was
Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks
(Hot) is all shawty ever been
Blow a couple racks in Barney's on that Phillip Lim
Ballin', it's ya birthday
You know that champagne'll get ya boy to first base
Haters do they thing, but we do it bigger
Number one niggas
Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender

[Hook]

Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I'm ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it's ya birthday (uh)
We gon' party like it's ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I'm ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it's ya birthday (uh)
We gon' party like it's ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

T.I. - Pledge Allegiance To The Swag ft. Rick Ross :: Lyrics, Video, Mp3, Download

* Artist : T.I. ft. Rick Ross
* Song : Pledge Allegiance To The Swag
* Album : King Uncaged



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T.I. Pledge Allegiance To The Swag Lyrics :-

[Intro]
Ay count that money for me partner
Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me?
Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that’s a 150 thou
Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4
I be right back, I’m finna go get dressed
Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet

[Chorus: T.I.]
I stay on my grind cause that come first
If he get outta line his feelings finna get hurt
All that’s on my mind is get that dough
He try me imma take you places you don’t wanna go
56 stacks of more and I’m in your town
Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down
Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast
Have attention when you see me pledge allegiance to the swag
Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8]

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Ay, I do my thang you don’t know
Off the motherfuckin’ chain, play the game how it go
I ain’t in the game still imma problem on the low
Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low
Triple O.G. so sucker free, I swear
You don’t know me homie you can get the fuck from round here
I don’t care who you will, who you with or who you know
Let’s be clear, I’m a motherfuckin’ G and you a hoe
Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up
Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy
I’m the coolest in the city bitch
While you lame trippin’ on that goofy stupid silly shit
Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin’ shit
Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash
I demand you to raise your hand and
Pledge Allegiance To The Swag

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
World got no money call me David Copperfield
A bitch’ll disappear or the bitch will disappear
We control the corners, that’s usual politics
Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip
We two different niggas, I’m servin’, he sniffing his
And I love that new Bugatti, how that bitch be shifting gears
Movin’ how I move, I fuck with a selected few
Aviators and Audemars, tha bezel flourescent blue
Down south nigga, had to climb up out the barrel
Outfox these niggas, now we rock out on apparrel

Pledge allegiance to the swag cause this shit is top notch
Jumpin’ in and outta bitches like I’m playin’ hopscotch
Jumpin’ in and outta sixes like I got a car lot
And I got the type of digits that your bitch’ll dial by
Young niggas bow down to the kings
In the presence of a Don, pay respect, kiss my ring

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
The Enzo off set, neck, wrist frosty
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Deal ain’t hundred mil, you ain’t talkin’ bout shit
Nigga wanna beef, he get the whole cal quick
If you talking bout some paper step into my office
On some pimp house shit, written out chicks,
Fuck ‘em from behind, they be spitting out dick
Excuse me now but if I may make an announcement
I smoke no more but when I did I was blowin’ ounces of gas
Ask the feds what I had when they found me
We down with whatever, don’t interrupt my countin’
Ballin’ on a daily basis, call my accountant
Only time you make it rain when you throwin’ change in a fountain
Flow sick, crazy, derranged, need counselin’
He say I ain’t all that, she say I’m outstandin’
Them lames all cheesy, square’s outta season
When you see my swag, nigga, pledge your allegiance

[Chorus]

[T.I Talking]
Ay my n-gga I’m the type of stars and stripes you know what I’m saying,
you come f-ck with me on that bullsh-t you’ll be seeing Stars and Stripes n-gga, you understand that n-gga, say I’m lying, think its a game if you want to partna
Ay Ross I see you my n-gga, I bump that Maybach music n-gga when I’m playing music in my Maybach, ya dig
Aye listen, all you other sucker ass n-gga homeboys
I don’t see you dogg, you transparent, translucient dog
my n-gga get out my way n-gga let money get through here dog
you understand
say you n-ggas aint even on my muthaf-cking resume dog
aye my n-gga if I did take you out the game it was my pleasure to move you out my God Damn way you know what I’m saying
n-ggas say no more homes
nigga you could have died in the hand of another man, you know what I’m saying
n-gga I’m the best thing that ever happen to you, n-gga
you know, say homeboy
my worst muthf-cking mistake was the best you ever hope for
know what I’m saying, I forgot more sh-t than you could remember
n-gga, I got more muthaf-cking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll n-gga
n-gga anytime you want to n-gga I match my change to your mutha-fcking dollars see who come up first know what I’m saying
big bank take little bank n-gga wassup…