Eve - She Bad Bad (Remix) (ft. Pusha T & Juicy J)

Artista: Eve

Canción: She Bad Bad (Remix) ft. Pusha T & Juicy J

Letra:

Bad, bad, bad, bad, she bad, bad, oh

Oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad you know she that bad

Potluck Push, dip your hand in my grab bag

Matte black Benz perfect for my black ass

Only know who’s in it when I open the back half

Hot as a back draft, they know he on fire

Any nig*a deny it, you call his mother a liar

Only here to inspire, if she like it, I buy it

Tryna take a ghetto chic and put het up on designer

She don’t fu*k with the buyers, all she know is suppliers

How to watch the drug money, hide it under the dryers

Oh, she bad, bad so fly she jetlagged

Eve, let ‘em go, we both that the best last

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Yeah, that’s right, I’m badder than ‘em

E-V-E, the cataclysm

Blow ‘em out the fu*kin’ water

Kill ‘em dead, call the slaughter

Ain’t my fault, I had it built up

Had to get it out my system

Now I’m back

Forget about them other chicks, man, you won’t miss ‘em

Yeah, E-V-E hungry like a lion

I ain’t never easy, never scared, why you tryin’?

Your gimmick make me sicky

What you selling I ain’t buying

Man, I live up at the top so you keep climbing

No they can never catch up

Me, I’m the chick that keep ‘em under pressure

And every nig*a smell her wan’ sex her

They say they wan’ protect her

But really they just wan’ kiss and caress her

Now sit your ass down

Cause class is now in session

They like

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Rolling papers and rolling Swishers

Getting high as a light fixture

In the club with a bag of money

Getting beckoned from a white stripper

Watch cold as an igloo

Chain cold as an icicle

You might think I’m balling out

But this is how I live my life, nig*a

You say that’s your wife, not tonight, nig*a

I’mma spend the night with her, stick this pipe to her

When she leave, she say my name

Juicy J, he did his thing

I’m leaving with her best friend

She know what’s up, we trippy, mane

She want a hustler on his job, not you foo-foo nig*as

She want a hustler on his job, I got beaucoup figures

All across the nation take your chick on vacation

I’m getting dome while I’m in a foreign racing

Bad, bad, bad, bad, she bad, bad, oh

Oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad

Oh, she bad, bad - oh, she bad, bad.

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Pixie Lott - What Do You Take Me For ft. Pusha T

'What Do You Take Me For' is the follow up single to Pixie Lott's number 1 hit 'All About Tonight'. New album 'Young Foolish Happy' comes out on 7th November and is available to pre-order now. http://zaphod.uk.vvhp.net/v-v/110916160707

'What Do You Take Me For' is available to download on 6th November.

Music video by Pixie Lott performing What Do You Take Me For?. (C) 2011 Mercury Records Limited

Tinie Tempah Ft. Pusha T, Jim Jones & Wiz Khalifa - Till Im Gone (Remix)

[wiz khalifa - chorus]

i grew tired of the same, then one night

packed my things, told the one i love

i’ll be back one day

through the fight, through the pain

booked a flight, took a plane

told her not to cry

i’ll be back one day

(remix)

been dreaming this since i was young

so baby girl i’ll be going til i’m gone (gone)

til i’m gone (gone)

[tinie tempah- verse 1]

can’t see me bitch, i’m something you will never know

i’m a star you need a muthaf-cking telescope

doing numbers, punching in the telephones

i give em line after line like i’m selling coke

i’m well connected like a nigga with a modem

and these bitches know i ball thats why these bitches on my scrotum

flying right across the ocean bumping frank and billy ocean

on a private jet, they let a nigga smoke, think i’m joking

come and play, pour out another bottle

bring your girls round and lets turn my apartment to a brothel

i do this shit for real, blowing up the clubs

and when they see the bottles then them bitches know it’s us, muthaf-ckers

[wiz khalifa - chorus]

i grew tired of the same, then one night

packed my things, told the one i love

i’ll be back one day

through the fight, through the pain

booked a flight, took a plane

told her not to cry

i’ll be back one day

been dreaming this since i was young

so baby girl i’ll be going til i’m gone (gone)

til i’m gone (gone)

til i’m gone

but i wont be gone for too long

[pusha t - verse 2]

yeah, you see i’m back like i never left

the haters stay, see they never left

i’m selling ? over treble

wrist looking like a treasure chest

hella pads and hella jets

we fly, back seats we drive

hotels attire, next stop dubai

tell a bitch “bye bye”

we getting at this money at the moment

drop sls is just a bonus

push with tinie tempah, better watch ya temper

the holder of that ?, got a heart like december

so roll with the winners or move out the way of the storm

cause i’m coming for all crowns till the day that i’m gone

never gone.

[wiz khalifa - chorus]

[jim jones]

spent summers, harlem world, spent summers in miami

atlanta stripper girls got my ? in the grammys

and i be buying time, just like my audemar

you catch us flying by inside them foreign cars

my sneakers from uptown, my diamonds from the district

and when i be uptown, you know i got the biscuit

so crack another bottle, light another blunt

mommy looking good, see that bitch from the front

she going to the back, but that’s not the trunk

she had some louie luggage, put your bags up in the front

you catch us in the kitchen, and we be cooking powder

these niggas aint freshen if you put ‘em in the shower

[wiz khalifa - chorus]

Kanye West feat. Common, Kid Cudi, Pusha T, Big Sean & Charlie Wilson - Good Friday

(Kanye West)
Party people in the place to be
You are now in the midst of a real MC
Throw your hands in the air if you real as me
Oooooooooooh

(Kid Cudi)
Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

(Kanye)
Such an easy mornin’, we on a ride
And I’m feelin’ smooth as the way the Benz drive
Turn the radio down if they playin’ that bullshit
They don’t want black people to think at trial
He think he live

(Common)
He think he live, he think he cold
He think I’m high, I’m in thinker mode
Eyes low’d, I let the skies hold the thoughts
The streets are like the high road that I go across

(Kanye)
I mean, my whole team ’bout to smash the streets
The Phillip Lim remind them that it’s Fashion Week
And the weather wasn’t barely hot
Did I mention that the sweater was a Jeremy Scott?
Did I mention G.O.O.D. Music, yeah, forever we hot
Motherfucker, are you ready or not?

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

(This goes out to the hardcore hip-hop)
(Can’t stop! Yooou can’t stop!)
(This goes out to the allcore hip-hop)
(Can’t stop! Yooou can’t stop!)

(Pusha T)
As ‘Ye flips the piano
The mood swings like the change of a channel
He’s heating up like they wrapped him in flannel
Sellin’ kilos through your iPod nano
Cocaine vandal, I induct scandal
Money drive you crazy, look at Marbury’s handle
Vaseline face, reminiscent of my tires
Ice cream paint job, somethin’ like Breyers
Euro tank top, Dior inspired
Sell it to you hard, no assembly required
(Eyuck!) I’m 2012 in 2010
Which makes this a time machine, not just any Benz
Floss for the members of the gang with 28
While haters wish death ‘pon me, that’s many men
Yeah, and if you slaim you on your paper route
Stop talkin’, motherfucker, pull your paper out

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

(Big Sean)

Now tell me, do it feel good? Well, all right
Don’t worry, we gon’ be here all night
And you know a nigga rep that Westside (Westside!)
Westside, Westside!
So te-te-tell who the freshest of ‘em all?
They claimin’ that they fresh, they ain’t fresher than my balls
A nigga seen the fresh like I’m headed to the fall
MC hunting season, putting heads up on the wall
I sneak peeked ahead while we headed to the loft
Man, I always thought with the head inside my drawers
I guess that’s why in school, my grades went from As to Bs to Cs
All over double Ds, I be absent all week
This is for my niggas, all the ones I ride for
Man, that’s the fam, we let ‘em in through the side door
Hold on: That’s the girl you gave a wedding ring?
Man, me and my niggas nutted on her everything

(Charlie Wilson)

And let me hear you say ahhhh
Va-va-va-va-va-va
Va-va-va-va-va-va

Let me hear you say ahhhh
Va-va-va-va-va-va
Va-va-va-va-va-va

(Kanye)

Ay, we promised

Now put your hands up to the sky
Until the day in that we die
And we’ll be here all evenin’
G.O.O.D. Fridays, I hope you have a nice weekend

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Are you?
Ready to go?
I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

I know the city gettin’ ready for me
I know the city gettin’ ready

Kanye West feat. Pusha T - Runaway

(Kanye West)

And I always find, yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong
You been puttin’ up wit’ my shit just way too long
I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags!
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let’s have a toast for the jerkoffs
That’ll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

She find pictures in my email
I sent this girl a picture of my dick
I don’t know what it is with females
But I’m not too good at that shit
See, I could have me a good girl
And still be addicted to them hoodrats
And I just blame everything on you
At least you know that’s what I’m good at

And I always find
Yeah, I always find
Yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong
You been puttin’ up wit’ my shit just way too long
I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let’s have a toast to the jerkoffs
That’ll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can

Run away from me, baby
Run away
Run away from me, baby
Run away
… I get crazy
Just run away
… I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can

Run away from me, baby
Run away
Run away from me, baby
… to get crazy
Why can’t she just run away?
Baby, I got a plan
Run away as fast as you can

(Pusha T)

24/7, 365, pussy stays on my mind
I-I-I-I did it, all right, all right, I admit it
Now pick your next move, you could leave or live wit’ it
Ichabod Crane with that motherfuckin’ top off
Split and go where? Back to wearin’ knockoffs, ha?
Knock it off, Neiman’s, shop it off
Let’s talk over mai tais, waitress, top it off
Hoes like vultures, they wanna fly in your Freddy loafers
You can’t blame ‘em, they ain’t never seen Versace sofas
Every bag, every blouse, every bracelet
Comes wit’ a price tag, baby, face it
You should leave if you can’t accept the basics
Plenty hoes in the baller-nigga matrix
Invisibly set, the Rolex is faceless
I’m just young, rich, and tasteless
P!

(Kanye)

Never was much of a romantic
I could never take the intimacy
And I know it did damage
‘Cause the look in your eyes is killin’ me
I’m guessin’ you’re at an advantage
‘Cause you could blame me for everything
And I don’t know how I’ma manage
If one day you just up and leave

And I always find
Yeah, I always find somethin’ wrong
You been puttin’ up with my shit just way too long
I’m so gifted at findin’ what I don’t like the most
So I think it’s time for us to have a toast

Let’s have a toast for the douchebags
Let’s have a toast for the assholes
Let’s have a toast for the scumbags
Every one of them that I know
Let’s have a toast to the jerkoffs
That’ll never take work off
Baby, I got a plan
Run away fast as you can