Nicki Minaj - High School ft. Lil Wayne

Great Music Hits, presents: Nicki Minaj - High School (Explicit) ft. Lil Wayne.

Lil Wayne - Love Me (Explicit) ft. Drake, Future

Lil Wayne - Love Me (Explicit) ft. Drake, Future videoclip and lyrics




Lil Wayne - Love Me (Explicit) ft. Drake, Future Lyrics

I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'mma ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball

Long as my bitches (yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no hater, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no n-gga, long as my bitches love me

Pussy-ass n-ggas stop hatin'
Lil' Tunechi got that fire
And these hoes love me like Satan...
F-ck with me and get bodied
And all she eat is dick
She on a strict diet
That's my baby
With no makeup she a ten
And she the best with head
Even better than Corinne
She don't want money
She want the time we could spend
She said "cause I really need somebody,
So tell me you're that somebody"
And girl, I f-ck who I want
And f-ck who I don't
Got that A1 credit
At that Filet Mignon
She say "I never wanna you make you mad,
I just wanna make you proud"
I say "baby, just make me cum,
Then don't make a sound"
Tunechi...

I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'mma ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball

Long as my bitches (yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no hater, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no n-gga, long as my bitches love me

Real n-ggas, f-ck these haters
These hoes got pussies like craters
Can't treat these hoes like ladies, man...
Pussy, money, weed, codeine
She say my dick feel like morphine
I hope my name tastes like sardines to these n-ggas
She wake up, eat his dick
Call that breakfast in bed, 69.96
I feel her heartbeat
I touched her chest with this bitch
Now turn around, face down, I'm arresting this bitch
Yeah, all my bitches love me
And I love all my bitches
But it's like soon as I cum
I come to my senses
And I would say these hoes' names
But then I would be snitchin'
And these haters try to knock me
But they can't knock me off the hinges
Tunechi...

I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'mma ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball


I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schoolin' them n-ggas
Pose for your class picture
And kiss my ass if you hatin'
I'm getting' ass while I'm skatin'
I lost a few good bitches
Met some more bad bitches
And I be schoolin' them n-ggas
Pose for your class picture
And kiss my ass if you hatin'
I'm getting' ass while I'm skatin'
Bitch...

I'm on that good kush and alcohol
I got some down bitches I can call
I don't know what I would do without y'all
I'mma ball 'til the day I fall
Ball, ball, ball, ball

Long as my bitches (yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no hater, long as my bitches love me
(Yeah, yeah...)
I could give a f-ck about no n-gga, long as my bitches love me

Paris Hilton ft. Lil Wayne - Last Night

Paris Hilton ft. Lil Wayne - Last Night Music Video and Lyrics




Paris Hilton ft. Lil Wayne - Last Night Lyrics

I can’t believe what we did last night
I wanna wake up in the morning sun
Falling over, Telling everyone
I can’t believe what we did last night
I wanna say oh my God, that was so much fun,
I’ll never forget it, telling everyone about last night


Last night was awesome
Super f*c*i*g awesome
It was me, myself and I and her
We had ourself a foursome
And I didn’t want the night to end
Parka sent me Vicodin
Now I’m gone, like the wind
And if you’re the bomb, I’ll bite the pen, boom
Whatever, I can love you better
Bust her wide open for a truck piss sweater
Man I can make you put a lil dirt, get with her
And it’s been world piece since I met her
Last night I had fun with her
I got 99 problems, not one with her
And excuse my French, but f**k the cameras
I wanna spend a night in Paris,

I can’t believe what we did last night
I wanna wake uṗ in the morning sun
Falling over,Telling everyone,
I can’t believe what we did last night
I wanna say oh my God, that was so much fun
I’ll never forget it, telling everyone about last night

Fat Joe - Yellow Tape (Ft. Lil Wayne, A$AP Rocky & French Montana)

Fat Joe - Yellow Tape (Ft. Lil Wayne, A$AP Rocky & French Montana) Music video and lyrics



Fat Joe - Yellow Tape (Ft. Lil Wayne, A$AP Rocky & French Montana) Lyrics

[Intro: Dj Khaled]
Attention please, x2
This feel like the whole entire world collapsed

[Hook: Lil Wayne]
Uh, This that yellow tape shit
They keep running out of it
We just sold like 8 bricks
We ain't running out of it
This our fucking hood bitch
Run yo' ass up out of it
This gun come with eight clips
Shoot 'til I run out of it
Work, Work, Work, I got it (x3)
I got it (x2)

[Verse 1: Fat Joe]
This that yellow tape shit, me I'm 'bout to go ape shit
Got eight chicks on eight molly's and they about to take eight trips
Dice game, eight trips, got a Houston Rocket from J Prince
She get it poppin, I'm a send her shopping and that ain't even my main bitch
Home invasions, live action, smoker Joe, I'm high jacking
Wrote the dope had my dough, I'll be there, Five Jacksons
Sin City, K.O.D., Hundred Thousand all in one's
Versace jacket, Versace shoes, Versace shades, I got a Thousand son's
Mama you the shit i'll pay your car note
Why you fucking with him? Even his car broke
We rocking Balmain's down to the cargo's
Your bitch so thirsty, Murcielago

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

[Verse 2: A$AP Rocky]
Call me Joey I'm a bad ass, Harlem world like Baghdad
Come through with a black flag and Supreme Vans, the Half Cabs
Bitches on that Pad-ad, Fuck her with her fat ass
I get-gets my dick licked, my friends hit (That's trap trap)
What the fuck you mean, I be sitting clean sipping lean
Alexander Wang, that's the fucking jeans, triple beam
When I serve the fiends, hit you with the beam chopper scream
Leave a nigga dead fucking with the team, magazine
Choo-Choo that train go, drink slow, my chain gold
Soo-Woop or you True Blue, don't get your block yellow taped though
Eight bricks get it shaved off
Yeen' Ho Yeen' know [You ain't know]
Range Rove or the bank roll, I shoot-shoot then change clothes

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

[Verse 3: French Montana]
You know we loaded with them choppers by the Hundred boy
When you talk about that work, you niggas unemployed
White work, I got it, Brown work, I got it
Two chains, show your titty ho, damn right I got it
Just copped about eight bricks, just copped about eight whips
Copped work from Saint Nick, your whole stash like eight nicks
Smoke that loud and keep it quiet, let that money talk
Get that brown bag and I skate off like I'm Tony Hawk
Benz drop my top back, your bitch look, I slide that
To the South Bronx and I pop that
She call you for that ride back (Haan)
South Bronx we got it, Joe Crack we got it
Black card no limit ho, damn right we 'bout it
Coke boy (Joe Crack)

[Hook: Lil Wayne]

Lil Wayne - Mirror ft. Bruno Mars