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Friday, June 4, 2010

The Game feat. T.I., Robin Thicke - Pushing It Lyrics



The Game feat. T.I., Robin Thicke - Pushing It Lyrics

[Robin Thicke]
Do it by the touch

[The Game]
Remember Camron first year
think it was horse and carriage
but I aint talkin’ marriage
I’m talking 14 carrots
I aint talkin tiffany
cause I aint talking industry
I’m talking in the streets
twin Bentleys
I’m tryin’ to be what you mentally before physically
I’m physically before mentally, just remember me
for you I let that thing sing like a symphony
(?) nancy and Micky and Malery
we meant to be
never been a trick I do the shopping for the both us
send shots at the vultures
in these Marc Jacob loafers
and I’m saying
you gon let me see something
stop playin
I didn’t know it was like that, God-damn
you bring the LL out a n-gga
the Louie V the Burken the Chanel out a n-gga
(?) 12 out a n-gga so you know what time it is
I’m bout to call the (?)
yo ma, why you tryna live

[Robin Thicke]
Pushin it your lips
cause my drug is your kiss
I’m pushin it your body
(?) that you need
I’m pushin it back door
I’ma elevate ya to the top floor
I’m pushin’ it need a rush
(?)

[T.I]
What’s happnin’ mami what you doin’ you supposed to be
Livin’ in a lap of luxury so you should go with me
I’m openly excited spend the night I bet u like it
Do with it whatever you like it don’t matter just dont bite it
you see that feeling when you met me well you shouldn’t fight it
They said you and I are more than worth a try so don’t deny it
See i’m king like Lee united dress your hands with the brightest stones
Known the man when your mans pockets on a diet
Walk you in this presidential out that doublin’ the Hyatt
Big money talkin’, all broke n-ggas be quiet
It don’t matter how we feel all what matters is how we live
Don’t listen to his opinion until he stack a couple mil
But until then feels free to come chill
And my crib in the hills set back and kick off your heels
Say you never seen a pad with a view so ill
or receive so much pleasure that you couldn’t hold still
We’ll until…

[Chorus]

[Bridge - Robin Thicke]
Straight to the Penthouse, Elevate
let me put my hands on your w-w-waiste
let me take a second, let me take it in
you can run that game all night
but you know I w-w-win
let me take a second, let me take it in
you can run that game all night
but you know I w-w-win
I am Superman, I’m supercool
I’m in the air, all over you
I am Superman, I’m supercool
I’m in the air, all over you

[The Game]
I let your friends talk bad about you
I didn’t lisso (listen)
behind your back calling you a H to the Izzo
I apologise lay your head on the pillow
Mr and Mrs Smith and we can have a little Willow
she can shave the sides put a couple lines in it
and we can have spitzers put a couple limes in it
throw a Bar Mitzvah put a couple dimes in it
she go see a Drake show but never out of line with it
so very chance I get n-gga I’m in it
deep sea diving trying to see what I can find in it
so its mine illy and thats a Porsche aint it
so picture that and have Andy Warhol paint it
I’m a rude boy so Imma go get it up
Rihanna post Chris Matt Kemp
baby this is us
so talk to me
have you ever been to Cannes
yeah South of France next stop Japan
lets go…

[Chorus]

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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Lil Wayne feat. The Game & Birdman - Everything Red Lyrics



Lil Wayne feat. The Game & Birdman - Everything Red Lyrics

Hook -
(Everything Red) See red when i sleep
Got a red Lambo 22's on the feet
Catch a red eye private jet, Thats me
redrum for my dogs in the streets (Everything Red)
When you see me on the creep, Got a redbone chick in these red leather seats
When I get them to the house, we layin' on red sheets, take it off
Red Louis Vuitton's on the feet.


The Game -
Used to be a 40 ounce nigga, Standin on the corner, no more for the vodka
Now if you see 'em broke, Tell them holla
Wanna throw 'em a couple dollars
Follow me, on twitter, follow me in the streets
Be in my Tupac zone when i creep, and then im gone
Back on my gang shit, You know the chain sick
Throwin' up the rock, tryna figure out where Dame went
AYEEEEE, now pop champagne, Tell them hoes that im in this bitch with Lil Wayne
We got Young Money, We got old money, We got Jay-Z, Beyonce show money
We got Game with gifts and Keyshia Cole money
And we got haters, but thats better than no money
We got Taylor Swift and Sheryl Crow money
2010, We comin for your money

BIRDMAN -
pearl white bugatti, flash cash, flag on the tommy
Still a nigga bend then we outie, big money shit, been bout' it
See this gang blood, nigga gave me the game so I gave it to my blood (mula!)
fresh with the new fleet, all red YM / CMB (so priceless!)
Big money on the white sheets millhoward??? sleep, presidential sweets
AKs on the harley , Maserati, keep me a 40
In my bentley with the black mag, brand new porsche strap stashed
22 in my Benz JEEP, chopper long, on the back seat.

WAYNE -
Take the chopper out the trunk and go eastside with em
Split a nigga in 2 make the peace sign with em
Play with that pussy put the peace sign in it
Never thought I see a fucking free me sign nigga
Young Carter,Niggas know im blood
Bad red bone,Sitting in my tub
I ball harder,I dont need a sub
Break you bitchass off like a ticket stub
What it do? Ill show you what it does,And everybody know real B's dont buzz
Pull up in the drop,Drop her off where she was,And later on tonight im gonna forget who she was
Pimpin' ain't easy,Naw pimpin' ain't Weezy
Got too many bloods I could never be anemic
You know my motto,Put it in the air
And I fuck with The Game,Like a true player
Yeaa! No Homo...Yea!

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