Amber Rose Fame Lyrics

Posted in Lyrics with tags on January 18, 2012 by Lombok

Amber Rose Ft. Wiz Khalifa Fame Lyrics

Amber Rose Fame Lyrics

[Verse 1: Amber Rose]
Scrutinize, being blind
Excited by all the lights
The question wasn’t made up
Like these rumors were made up
Can’t shop for clothes or buy some cigs
Without paparazzi waiting for a flick (I see you)
This is a new situation
Now you’re an overnight sensation

[Hook 1]
You’re not ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You’re not ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 2: Amber Rose]
Can’t deny it’s just fly
Private jets flying high
Rockin’ rockin’ things you won’t see
Tell ’em made by Givenchy
Three years ago, just a girl
Now your name is known around the world
This is a new situation
Now you’re an overnight sensation

[Hook 2]
Now you’re ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Now you’re ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

[Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa]
And you made it this year
Coming up so they hate it
Fly first class so they could get mad
You heard what they have to say but you paid it
Now you’re busting out, doing your thing
In your face, cuss ’em out
Brag cause you’re the one that they fuss about
You’s a bad little mother shut your mouth, cause…

[Bridge]
Everything you say will
Will and can be used against you
Everything you say will
Will and can be used against you
Everything you say will
Will and can be used against you
Everything you say

It’s all because of the F-A-M-E (F-A-M-E)
You’re not ready
You’re not ready for the fame
Now you’re ready for the fame

[Hook 1]
You’re not ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
You’re not ready for the fame
Ooooh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

F-A-M-E, F-A-M-E, F-A-M-E, F-A-M-E
F-A-M-E, F-A-M-E
Are you ready for the fame?

Amber Rose Fame Lyrics

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Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

Posted in Lyrics with tags on January 17, 2012 by Lombok

Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

(Ft. Drake, French Montana)

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f-ck it, I don’t wanna go to court
F-ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F-ck it, I’m on the run for the money
I’m in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil niggas thuggin’, even got me paranoid
I’m gettin’ money, thats in any nigga category
Double M I got G’s out in California

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 2 : Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn’t come complete with niggas like ours
That’s why I see no need to compete with niggas like y’all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga that’s all
Don’t be ducking like you never wanted nothing
Its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in Appolo lounge
Me and my G from DC that’s how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in appollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that’s how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets ’bout a rap nigga
I tell a b!tch its more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe ’bout to lose a hundred fifty M’s
Kobe my nigga I hate it, had to be him
Bitch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym
(B!tch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucien I said f-ck it I’m tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Public and take her ass out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she’ll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin’
I’m just hittin’ my pinnacle you and p-ssy identical
You like the f-ckin finish line we can’t wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my niggas

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Verse 3 : French Montana]
For new the coupe to the Ghost dawg
Pigeons on the roof like ghost dawg
Dwight Howard on the post dawg
My niggas got the powder through the post dawg
Watch the body tilt when you hit the head
Niggas lost mills tryna beat the feds
10 grams off my last 250 now
Big ass crib, 250 down, damn
Gave my nigga Mac 75
Then gave my nigga penthouse in another 30
F-ck, got me thinking like I’m 75
Damn, nigga ain’t even seen 30

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

Rick Ross Stay Schemin Lyrics

Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics

Posted in Lyrics with tags on January 17, 2012 by Lombok

Jay-Z Glory Lyrics Ft. Blue Ivy Carter

Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics

[Hook]
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can’t describe the feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you, you
Glory

Ooooh Glory

[Verse 1 : Jay-Z]
False alarms and false starts
All made better by the sound of your heart
All the pain of the last time
I prayed so hard it was the last time
Your mamma said that you danced for her
Did you wiggle your hands for her?
Glory, Glory, Glory, Sorry
Everything that I prayed for
God’s gift, I wish I would’ve prayed more
God makes no mistakes, I made a few
Rough sledding here and there, but I made it through
I wreak havoc on the world, get ready for part 2
A younger, smarter, faster me
So a pinch of Hov, a whole glass of Bey

[Hook]
Glory
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can’t describe what I’m feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you

[Verse 2 : Jay-Z]
Your grand pop died, a nigga fell yeh
Then he died of liver failure
Deep down he was a good man
God damn, I can’t deliver failure
Bad ass Lil Hov
2 years old, shopping on Savile Row
Wicked ass Lil B
Hard not to spoil you rotten looking like little me
The most beautifulest thing in this world
Daddy’s little girl
You don’t yet know what swag is
But you was made in Paris
And mama woke up the next day and shot her album package
Last time the miscarriage was so tragic
We was afraid you disappeared
But nah, baby you magic (voila)
So there you have it, shit happens
Make sure the plane you on is bigger than your carry on baggage
Everybody goes through stuff
Life is a gift love, open it up
You’re a child of destiny
You’re the child of my destiny
You’re my child with the child from Destiny’s Child
That’s a hell of a recipe
Glory, Glory, Glory, Sorry

[Hook]
Glory
The most amazing feeling I feel
Words can’t describe what I’m feeling for real
Baby I paint the sky blue
My greatest creation was you

Jay-Z Ft. Blue Ivy Carter Glory Lyrics

Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

Posted in Lyrics with tags on January 15, 2012 by Lombok

Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay Schemin
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Rick Ross]
Damn, life so short, f-ck it, I don’t wanna go to court
F-ck it, got a budget for the lawyer though
F-ck it, I’m on the run for the money
I’m in the bucket, paid 200 for it
My lil niggas thuggin’, even got me paranoid
I’m gettin’ money, that’s in any nigga category
Double M I got G’s out in California

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Drake]
It bothers me when the Gods get to acting like the broads
Guess every team doesn’t come complete with niggas like ours
That’s why I see no need to compete with niggas like y’all
I just ask them when you see me you speak up nigga that’s all
Don’t be ducking like you never wanted nothing
Its feeling like rap changed, there was a time it was rugged
Back when if a nigga reached it was for the weapon
Nowadays niggas reach just to sell they record
Spaghetti bolognese in Appolo lounge
Me and my G from DC that’s how I roll around
Might look light, but we heavy though
You think Drake will pull some shit like that you never know
Million dollar meetings in Apollo lounge
Me and my man all Oliver North that’s how I roll around
Shawty wanna tell me secrets ’bout a rap nigga
I tell a b!tch its more attractive when you hold it down
Kobe ’bout to lose a hundred fifty M’s
Kobe my nigga I hate it, had to be him
B!tch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym
(B!tch you wasn’t with me shooting in the gym)
Tell Lucien I said f-ck it I’m tearing holes in my budget
Bag her like we in Publix and take her ass out in public
Ordered it a filet tell her butterfly she’ll love it
She used to soda and nuggets she really just out here thuggin’
I’m just hittin my pinnacle you and p-ssy identical
You like the f-ckin finish line we can’t wait to run into you
But let me get my mind of that
Young rich muthaf-cker getting mine off rap
with my niggas

[Hook]
I ride for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas
I slide for my niggas dawg, I ride for my niggas dawg

Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas
Stay schemin’
Niggas tryna get at me (dawg)
I ride for my niggas

[Common]
My motto is: Chicago, b!tch
Everybody know you sweet, what the problem is
Don’t play dumb, I’m the one that acknowledged it
Son of a b!tch, I imagine what your father is
She said, “How you make your opponent, the rapper of the moment?”
His style, he don’t own it
Acting all hard when he hardly like that
You gon’ mess around and make me catch a body like that, ooooh
Don’t do it
‘Cause every song you make Joe is really hoe music
I heard you said you wasn’t a b!tch because you sing
You a b!tch because you cling like a b!tch that’s eighteen
Can’t say my name but rap about a nigga’s wife
You so black and white, tryna to live a nigga’s life
I’m taking too long with this amateur guy
You ain’t wet nobody, nigga, you Canada dry

[Common Speaking]
Soft nigga, make no mistake, I’m talking to Drake
It’s the remix. Rick Ross, Common, and that hoe ass nigga
No, man-to-man, don’t hide behind them other niggas
Nah, this man-to-man. You can’t run behind them man
This is some real man shit right here

[Destiny’s Child]
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain’t running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Why the sudden change?
Say my name, say my name
If no one is around you
If you ain’t running game
Say my name, say my name
You acting kinda shady
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name
Better say my name

Common Stay Schemin (Drake Diss) Lyrics

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

Posted in Lyrics with tags on January 13, 2012 by Lombok

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

(Ft. 2 Chainz & Wale)

[Verse 1 : Rick Ross]
C-note after c-note, put the remix on my kilo
Thought I wouldn’t make it, now I’m winning Timothy Tebow
Fourth quarter, I’m back, fourth quarter, in fact
Fourth quarter, that’s that, four Ford in all black
I said boss and I meant that, advance, you spent that
Corvette so clean you’ll think Bruce Springsteen rent that
Cars just like sneakers, just got me ten pair
Dubai, I been there, but f-ck that, we in here
Roll up and inhale, I live next to Denzel
Alonzo, my condo cost three mil’, this shit real
IPhone and iPad, Amex in my gat
Left hand got ten bands, back pocket, four stacks
All I need is bad hoes, all these niggas gon’ rat
Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they’re going back
All I need is Benzos, riding on Lorenzos
Stack my money tenfold, make this my new ten-four

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition

I’m screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I’m screaming, “F-ck every witness”
Cause b!tch, I’m big business
I’m screaming f-ck em

[Verse 2 : 2 Chainz]
Me gon hit my boast
Me gon hit my boast
What you know about walking in the Gucci store and they salute?
Chain cost a coupe, coupe cost a crib
Riding with the chopper like it’s my friend
This for real niggas only, I still bail with Kobe
Got a sign in my garage that say, “Foreign only”
Forces pouring, on mixtapes I’m touring
See my shit that fire shit, and yo’ shit boring
2 Chainz smoking loud like it’s a newborn
Dad wasn’t around, my father figure was Too Short
New Porsche deuced up, two cups got juice in it
Two forks, two pipes, I could whip it both-handed
My girl is bow-legged, just do it like Bo Jackson
Every beat I’m toe-tagging, tune big as a Volkswagon
Money got me sagging, it really doesn’t matter
I run circles round these niggas’ world like Saturn

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition

I’m screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I’m screaming, “F-ck every witness”
Cause b!tch, I’m big business
I’m screaming f-ck em

[Verse 3 : Wale]
Black Foamposites, it’s like we on that outer shit
Riding five deep and I’m as dirty as them congressmen
Sixty-two, without no tint, mission roof of my new shit
Ironic sense, my drive increased, my driver see the profit
Yeah, word, f-ck you niggas, pay me though
Smoke that Mark McGuire strong
Oakland ain’t no basic smoke
Shout-out to your lady, a.k.a. MMG favorite ho
Tell that ass the way to go before I show her where to go
No Canseco, and I’m switching lanes at one six oh
A nigga trees fine, a police siren!
Woop woop, nah, that’s just Diplo
And you cute, shorty, let’s get low
On the low, I’mma talk that jazz
Jungle fever for the night
Horny or white, that’s Anglo-Sax

[Hook]
Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
F-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
F-ck all you haters
Watch me f-ck all these b!tches
I got eight different Rollies
And they all mint condition

I’m screaming f-ck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
Fuck em, f-ck em, I’m screaming f-ck em
I got five different Benzes
This is my deposition
I’m screaming, “F-ck every witness”
Cause b!tch, I’m big business
I’m screaming f-ck em

Rick Ross Fuck Em Lyrics

Rihanna We Found Love Lyrics

Posted in Lyrics with tags on January 12, 2012 by Lombok

Rihanna We Found Love Lyrics
Rihanna We Found Love Lyrics

(Ft. Calvin Harris)

Yellow diamonds in the light
Now we’re standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine
What it takes to come alive

It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny
But I’ve gotta let it go

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

Shine a light through an open door
Love and life I will divide
Turn away ’cause I need you more
Feel the heartbeat in my mind

It’s the way I’m feeling I just can’t deny
But I’ve gotta let it go

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

Yellow diamonds in the light
Now we’re standing side by side
As your shadow crosses mine

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place
We found love in a hopeless place

Rihanna We Found Love Lyrics

Tyga Ft Lil Wayne Faded Lyrics

Posted in Lyrics with tags , on January 12, 2012 by Lombok

Tyga Faded Lyrics

Tyga Ft Lil Wayne Faded Lyrics
(Ft Lil Wayne)

[Tyga]
Young Nino, f-ck a bitch in a peacoat
Carlito, Scarface, Al Pacino
Bun B though, Pimp C, R.I.P though
I goes deep in that p-ssy, Dan Marino
She wanna be the one, f-ck her to my own single
Break a b!tch hard, no future Miss Cleo
Snap back, a-a-automatic reload
Flyer than a f-ck-ng beatle, you can’t beat ’em
Vampire f-ck up your evening
I pop up and eat lunch, leave you in the cement
Don’t believe it, stripe like a f-cking Adidas
The gun Selena, give a n-gga Beiber fever
Real f-ck-ng hot, put it in park
Take a shot, higher than a tube sock
You a bop, give me top top, as I load the guap
Man these n-ggas say I’m fly but to her I’m God

[Hook]
I’m faded faded faded
My n-gga I’m faded faded faded (x7)

And I don’t give a f-ck

[Tyga]
F-ck is up, n-gga’s stomping in my Chucks
Yeah I make it rain dear, cause I’m all ’bout my bucks
Use the butt up in the front, d-ck up in her cunt
And I put her in her hole, holy, one, quat quat
Ergggh
Super McNasty, why you McLovin
When the b-tch call me daddy
Pimp no caddy, she wish she never had me
Treat her like a dog, called the b-tch Lassy
Young savvy, bang her like Cincinatti
Above average, f-fly like I’m Aladdin
They bend backwards, done the p-ssy at them
I’m Ben Wallace, dunk up in your basket
Balls in the air, no games, I’m serious, double dare
There’s too many b-tches, Why these n-ggas wanna stare
Pat Ron up in here, This ain’t no beer

[Hook]
I’m faded faded faded
My n-gga I’m faded faded faded (x7)

And I don’t give a f-ck

[Lil Wayne]
Mama, there go that monster
Abracadabra, Magic Johnson
My mutherf-cking doctor, said I need a doctor
So I called house, now I am a pill popper
Faded like skinnys, Young Money we winning
I told her if I change, she won’t get a penny
Milking this shit, pregnant bitch tities
Bringing home the bacon, I’m f-ckin’ Miss Piggy
Loaded like a semi, semi naked pictures
She knows my d-ck, she call it nigga Richard
Prior to me coming, I had to stick my thumb in
I asked one time, smell my finger make you vomit
Flyer than a hornet, the shoe fit I worn it
She tried to jack me off, can’t beat it, join it
Tunechi, punechi, that what she call it
Flag Scarlett, I killed it, mourned it

[Hook]
I’m faded faded faded
My n-gga I’m faded faded faded (x7)

And I don’t give a f-ck

Tyga Ft Lil Wayne Faded Lyrics