Usher feat. Bun B - Get in My Car Lyrics

Get in My Car Lyrics by Usher feat. Bun B

yeah,usher baby,you cant really fuck with me
this club is crowded we should go teddy got room but i got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up (that's what's up)one more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front im squeezin ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff, don't start no stuff, i know you wanna leave with me,you wanna be seen with me and i cant lie girl you fine as hell and i might let you be with me,i know you wanna come with me,come take a ride with me don't be shy girl least not to night girl
chorus:
club is crowded we should go teddy got room but i got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up(that's what's up)one more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front im squeezin ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff, don't start no stuff, theres too many woman here to waste all my time on you,oh what ya gonna do girl,i know i can have any one of you if i choose i...i choose you i choose i say ay you get in my car,get in my car you know you wanna ride
verse 2:
that yo girl lookin at me,be cool where y'all wanna be,me on you her on me,if you feelin free we can do it three,don't put the covers on us,girl gon make ya mind up,come back to my crib get ya feet up,make love til its kids kids kids kids kids
chorus:
club is crowded we should go teddy got room but i got more(more)room ain't enough come on baby girl that's whats up(that's what's up)one more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front im squeezin ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff,don't start no stuff,theres too many woman here to waste all my time on you,oh what ya gonna do girl,i know i can have any one of you if i choose i...i choose you i choose i say ay you get in my car,get in my car you know you wanna ride
yo gotti:
the club look jumpin what about after the car lookin fly what about ya trousers when the door lift up and it lay back down when it push back start and it hit one mile when the bar shut down and its no more drinking i know how ya feelin know what ya thinkin usher got in the same club only if ya had a better fit up in the weekend only if i had that ill break ten i aint got time to be waitin on ya im yo gotti baby feel like the whole world waitin on ya different swag different trill pay for tags different bill perfect smile different grill loui shades they for real same pola different hood black pola matchin hood green money rubberbands but guess im understood wassup was hannin was up was hannin wassup was hannin was up was hannin i say hey you get in my car get in my car you know you wanna ride
chorus
club is crowded we should go teddy got room but i got more(more)room aint enough come on baby girl that's whats up(that's what's up)one more drink and we ready to cut you tuggin my front im squeezin ya but you ain't gone finish don't start no stuff,don't start no stuff,theres too many woman here to waste all my time on you,oh what ya gonna do girl,i know i can have any one of you if i choose i...i choose you i choose i say ay you get in my car,get in my car you know you wanna ride

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Gucci Mane feat. Big Boy, Bun B, Project Pat - Shine Blockas Remix Lyrics

Shine Blockas Remix Lyrics by Gucci Mane feat. Big Boy, Bun B, Project Pat

Yeah! All the ladies say hoooo
All the hoes say, (Gucci: hah hah hah)
Gucci up, here we go A-town, C-post
Cut masta swift down ya throat
Boy stop, Sir Luscious Left Foots on fire
Trying to block my shine just ain't gone happen so don't try
Every time I get on this microphone I like to spit,
Inking hit up after hit
This penmanship is so legit
I came equipped like an prophylactic
Now they riding dick, like
Stalin on these suckas out here tryin to buy they bitch
Now they rich try to piss everybody to trick off
But a true boss to pay the cost, she giving away her drawls,
Word to the brown James he some chicken chow mein,
Really man you done say some silly things
And the fella Dana Dane boy you cuffin' claim to game
Hate my main thang and my last name ya notta mayne .

I'm on my grind shawty,
Don't block my shine shawty.
Hold up, hold up guess who just showed up?
Rolled up, rolls cut, drop with the doors up
I'm on my grind shawty,
Don't block my shine shawty.
Wait a minute, wait a minute,
Chill a little, sit a minute.
I can't close my safe no more,
Cause I got too much money in it.

Can't be tripping bout no paper cause the safe is not so safe,
The piggy bank got legs and feet, and can't get up and walk away shawty,
With my southern drawl awkwardly I spray like the backside of a skunk and the stash house with the pump,
Pistol whip in my lap at all times in the 'lac from Atlanta to savannah can't a nigga stop that
Not when god's got his hands on me only the strong survive
And the weak, minded are falling by the wayside, they try.
But which I overcome and succeed indeed
But with success comes a great responsibility
We chose to lead not follow
It's a hard pill to swallow
Better get prescriptions filled cause there might not be tomorrow.

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Bun B feat. T-Pain - Trillionaire Lyrics

Trillionaire Lyrics by Bun B feat. T-Pain

[Intro - T-Pain]
I know they hatin’ on me, ’cause I’m the man
I’m too trill homie, I don’t give a damn
I’m a self made trillionaire
I’m a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top
I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don’t stop
Let ‘em goin’ harder
Self made trillionaire
I’m a self made trillionaire

[Verse 1 - Bun B]
Ok, let’s get this sh-t crackilatin’ (‘latin)
No more procrastinatin’
They they told me Bun don’t hesitate
Don’t keep these buses waitin’ (waitin’)
I’m puttin’ egos and chicken
I’m so e-musculatin’ (‘latin)
People stop this dance
Say damn this n-ggas fascinatin’
We blow and draw up in the air
You smell it that’s the fragrance
I got the focus got the heart
And I got the patience
You hatin’ just get off my d-ck
Look like you want some gay sh-t
I’m tryina’ take this to the mountain top
Affiliation
But it’s a rocky road
And I’m still movin’ up and make no movin’ us
So keep that pushy get your movey brow (bri)
You might be new to me
But you know why ‘ain’t new to you
Go ask the white boy
They say he stole the letubula
F-ckin’ bad b-tches grab my d-ck against their eubula
Everytime I hit the streets
It’s like a f-ckin movie bra
You know what I do to ya
Say glad you gave the studio
They gon’ leave you chopped up
Like they was DJ screwin’ ya

[Chorus - T-Pain]
Yeah, I know they hatin’ on me, ’cause I’m the man
I’m too trill homie, I don’t give a damn
I’m a self made trillionaire
I’m a self made trillionaire

From the underground to the top
I came from the bottom
Trill niggas don’t stop
Let ‘em goin’ harder
I’m a self made trillionaire
I’m a self made trillionaire

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