"What's It Gonna Be" Lyrics - Lee Carr (Ft. Cory Gunz)

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What's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be, girl, girl, girl
They're steady talking about what we got here together
Instead of listening to me you let them tell you whatever
Girl what they say to you, you ain't gotta believe, believe
It's not we're in out of Hollywood magazine
You know that what we have is more than typical love
Can't you see what we got, I've been taking the mess in you

[Chorus]
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be,
cause I can't take it, I'm asking you
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be,
cause my heart's breaking
I don't wanna walk out of that door
I don't wanna do this anymore, more
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, girl
What's it gonna be, girl

I know you heard about all the things that I did
Before were here, I was a player
Now that you're my life finally realized, slept it a ...
And maybe you're entitled to know that
What we have is more than typicla love,
Can't you see what we got, I've been taking the mess in you

[Chorus]
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be,
cause I can't take it, I'm asking you
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be,
cause my heart's breaking
I don't wanna walk out of that door
I don't wanna do this anymore, oh no no
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, girl
What's it gonna be, girl

Baby girl, what's it gonna be, go on and tell me
Is it gonna be yes, you say no
Your body is a ... my jungle, a love girl
I want more than a score let her play it on
I don't wanna front, I don't wanna leave
I just want a chance, I just wanna be
Somewhere doing what the people wanna see
Where your girlfriend people wanna be
We could hold hands slow dance on the beach
You drawn man, romance in the sheets
Loving how you're my tongue clean in the beat
Like lick, lick, lick, lick what a beat
Ain't met me ... on tree
Take a mess with this old hand ... freaks
You ain't even gotta answer in front of me
Look, you ain't even gonna say it ... leave

[Chorus]
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be,
cause I can't take it,
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be,
cause my heart's breaking
I don't wanna walk out of that door
I don't wanna do this anymore, more
So what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, what's it gonna be, girl
What's it gonna be, girl
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be, girl, girl, girl
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be, girl, girl, girl
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be, girl, girl, girl
So what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be girl, what's it gonna be, girl, girl, girl.

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"Night Rider" Lyrics - Vado (Ft. Cory Gunz)

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Night riders, getting mad … this is..
…I’m sitting with my lifus,
For a clip I’m living like…
Whoever you feel nicer, I’m nicer!
…a lot of cope damage, they…
Short legs niggers can’t stay with me mad,
And rap stars looking like they ran Hussein.
Night rider!
Wifey can't answer ya calls I’m inside her,
Five-fifty beamers…, we’ve been drivers,
Night rider!
Like … long nose for liars,
You rappers ain’t hard,
I speak garbage…niggers need charging,
…reach each target.
Night rider!
It’s riding a week…
Regardless we are what we are.
This, night rider!
Started from the ground, got spit like…
…play talkers is day walkers is
Night riders!
Far from a blade, if I’m uninformed is gone,
Cause niggers respond with the…they punch them for.
Too better, we do better as if we love and live better.
…pistols put you…all upon one click.
Guys sweet, got the….
Niggers talk, they all back it up in front of crowns,
A bunch of ghost busters with a…
My niggers…
Sucking that dick in rhymes, I look every… in time.
My niggers fit for…., …
Same shit different place, differences…for different nigger face.
My niggers infiltrate…
Shorty I twist you to come out at night to ride.
Night rider!
Transport, I’m playing the night driver,
For you’re trying to see me on a night…
Niggers see you, niggers and we like…
Real niggers turn me…
Night rider!

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"Loyalty (Remix)" Lyrics - Birdman (Ft. Brisco, Mack Maine, Bow Wow, Lil' Twist, Cory Gunz, & Tyga)

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[Tyga - Chorus]
Uhh, Rain snow, get my hustle on
Countin’ cash every morning before I leave home
Family I love, don’t wanna leave this world alone
and before I leave home, leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know
before I leave home
I pray to God I won’t, loyalty is all I know

[Birdman]
Yeah, red ribbon duckin feds til we pass out
Bird cage duck the shine til they let him out
There’s more money now and we done flipped the draught
Hella choppers, clip pulled n-gga, junior out
G’d up, I took it from the G code
Presidental suites, with this cash flow
Uptown gangsta, viet hustla
Third wall general, Young Cash Money

[Brisco]
Before I leave home, I kiss my babies
hope I return safely, knowin’ the odds against me
These devils, they tryin to break me
I’m still loyal, my habits became lavish
Dreams of new endeavours
Pub deals and owning masters
And my home boys, aid to my conditions
I made em all managers, execs and assistants
And most of don’t understand, some won’t listen
We might fall off, throw fits and get missing
But your still my dawg and my big homie support me
I feel cause I’m the youngest, he expects a little more from me
So I try to stay humble and if you can see my vision
You can see us Cash Money til the motherf-cking ending, Brisco

[Tyga - Chorus]

[Mack Maine]
(YMCMB, baby)
Before I leave home, kiss my girl on the cheek
and then I say a prayer
If looks was bullets I woulda been there from stairs
I bypass the elevator and I took the stairs
Now that hard work got me ridin in Bentleys and Lear’s
Homie I am so prepared, on point like infrareds
I live my life so to die, I ain’t never scared
And when I drop, I’m not gon flop, I’m no Andre Way
I can’t see you haters, guess my vision is impared
My n-ggas already there, yes we’d got that title
You other rappers losing weight, minus the lipo
Breath of fresh air, pump lung, money catscan
So Cash Money heart bleed, Young Money, one hunny

[Lil' Twist]
(Twist… Young Money)
Before I leave home, well manner
nice, respectful young man
Momma taught me well
but Daddy taught me through a jail cell
Raised as a prince, n Young Money then took me in
Made it official, YM young, n CMB, was happening
Yeah, I gotta do it for my hood
See before I stepped off the block I told all them n-ggas I would
Let’s do it for the OC, I put in work on that TV
and step one over a G now put your hands for the lil old me

[Tyga - Chorus]

[Bow Wow]
Chyeah, stay true to my team
YMCMB a-aka the greatest
Yea, that’s why they hate us
Went from layaway to rocking all the latest, fashion
Name a model chick I ain’t smashing
New cars for all my homies when I bring that cash in
Never had my father in my life, he was a dead beat
Moms worked two jobs and keep Jordans on my feet
Now that I’m on, they set the worry bout
I bought my momma a mansion, and moved the damn south
and watcha talking bout
Got my Bugatti on the way Stunna
Money coming in fast like the road walk, back

[Cory Gunz]
Whistle for my family, my label and my set
It’s Young Money til my day the death, tell the rest take a rest
Thoroughbreded and blessed, my grime stressed
Sometimes get never the less, young n shining with the best
I promised my momma one day I’ll be a rhymer, she left
But I love her so much it’s like she never took a step
Reality showed me them colors that some of us couldnt
Look at you now that we all thought some of us wouldnt
He said he gettin dough right, ready jetty for pole lights
Petty better than to roll dice, some cold nights
They getting us no life, but I’m here now
And we here like, something, nothing compare life
CMB, I’m privilaged in this legacy that’s real life
My brothers keep up, protect me from my friends Lord
My enemies’ll bleed ya, choking on anaestesia
Throw my signs high, recognize world wide, world wide
I’m in it to get whatever it cost me, it’s too noisey..

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Lil' Wayne - 6'7" Lyrics and Video (Ft. Cory Gunz)

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[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne Verse 1]
Excuse my charisma, vodka with a spritzer
swagger down pat, call my shit Patricia
Young Money militia, and I am the commissioner
you don’t want start Weezy, ’cause the F is for Finisher
so misunderstood, but what’s a World without enigma?
two bitches at the same time, synchronized swimmers
got the girl twisted ’cause she open when you twist her
never met the bitch, but I f-ck her like I missed her
life is the bitch, and death is her sister
sleep is the cousin, what a f-ckin’ family picture
you know father time, we all know mother nature
it’s all in the family, but I am of no relation
no matter who’s buying, I’m a celebration
black and white diamonds, f-ck segregation
f-ck that shit, my money up, you n-ggas just Honey Nut
Young Money running shit and you n-ggas just runner-ups
I don’t feel I done enough, so I’ma keep on doing this shit
Lil Tunechi or Young Tunafish

[Hook]
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch
Six-foot, seven-foot, eight-foot bunch

[Lil Wayne Verse 2]
I’m going back in
okay, I lost my mind, it’s somewhere out there stranded
I think you stand under me if you don’t understand me
had my heart broken by this woman named Tammy
but hoes gon’ be hoes, so I couldn’t blame Tammy
just talked to moms, told her she the sweetest
I beat the beat up, call it self defense
swear man, I be seeing through these n-ggas like sequins
n-ggas think they He-Men, pow, pow, the end
talking to myself because I am my own consultant
married to the money, f-ck the world, that’s adultery
you full of sh-t, you close your mouth and let yo ass talk
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young Money eating, all you haters do is add salt
stop playing, bitch, I got this game on deadbolt
mind so sharp, I f-ck around and cut my head off
real n-gga all day and tomorrow
but these muthaf-ckas talking crazy like they jaw broke
glass half empty, half full, I’ll spill ya
try me and run into a wall, outfielder
You know I’ma ball ’til they turn off the field lights
the fruits of my labor, I enjoy ‘em while they still ripe
bitch, stop playing, I do it like a king do
if these n-ggas animals, then I’ma have a mink soon
tell ‘em bitches I say put my name on the wall
I speak the truth, but I guess that’s a foreign language to y’all
and I call it like I see it, and my glasses on
but most of y’all don’t get the picture ‘less the flash is on
satisfied with nothing, you don’t know the half of it
Young Money, Cash Money
paper chasing, tell that paper, “Look, I’m right behind ya”
bitch, real G’s move in silence like lasagna
people say I’m borderline crazy, sorta kinda
woman of my dreams, I don’t sleep so I can’t find her
you n-ggas are gelatin, peanuts to an elephant
I got through that sentence like a subject and a predicate
yeah, with a swag you would kill for
money too strong, pockets on bodybuilder
jumped in a wishing well, now wish me well
tell ‘em kiss my ass, call it kiss and tell

[Cory Gunz]
Word to my mama, I’m out of my lima bean
don’t wanna see what that drama mean, get some Dramamine
llama scream, hotter than summer sun on a Ghana queen
now all I want is hits, bitch, Wayne signed a fiend
I played the side for you n-ggas that’s tryna front, and see
son of Gunz, Son of Sam, you n-ggas the son of me
pause for this dumber speech, I glow like Buddha
disturb me, and you’ll be all over the flow like Luda
bitch, I flow like scuba, bitch, I’m bald like Cuba
and I keep a killer ho, she gon’ blow right through ya
I be macking, ’bout my stacking, now I pack like a mover
shout to ratchet for backing out on behalf of my shooter
n-ggas think they high as I, I come laugh at your ruler
Cash Money cold, bitch, but our actions is cooler
Wayne, these n-ggas out they mind
I done told these f-ck n-ggas, so many times
that I keep these bucks steady on my mind
tuck these, I f-ck these on your mind, pause
to feed them, on my grind, did I get a little love?
keep throwing my sign in the middle
hit ‘em up, piece on my side, ’cause ain’t no peace on my side, bitch
I’m a man, I visit urinals abroad
Tune told me to, I’m shooting when the funeral outside
I’m uptown, thoroughbred, a BX n-gga, ya heard?
Gunna

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Cortez Ft. Cory Gunz - Killa Lyrics and Video

Killa : Cortez Ft. Cory Gunz

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(Chorus)
if you aint know you better ask about me
they talkin lotta shit but one second bout me
they can tell you i'm a killa(killa killa)
everywhere i go, they already know
they know not to test me they know im about to blow
i try to tell them ima killa(killa killa)

(Verse 1 - Cortez)
im so benz ,so vaine ,the cocaine, the power
the propane ,from both planes ,that brought down the tower
cowardville ,power, a close range shotta
blocka if you aint got no wins up in me casa
the trunk and the lining of a coke when he's lyin
tell these jokas im Heath Leger up in arc em n salem
took it well shottys ,9 hymies and 5 bodies
the mile strip n the content of a giant gally
the straight jackets ,hate tactics ,eight reges
talking 5 crackas on 1 black when slaves happend
ima killa ,im like elias plane crashin
fuck it im the game that gave magic his aid status
they know red im posted where they claim blue
kanye's mom on that operation tape(uhh)
so 6 torchin big swords knives
im the sick demented thoughts method jigsaw mind

(Chorus)
if you aint know you better ask about me
they talkin lotta shit but one second bout me
they can tell you i'm a killa(killa killa)
everywhere i go, they already know
they know not to test me they know im about to blow
i try to tell them ima killa(killa killa)

(Verse 2 - Cory Gunz)
Uh ,but he dont really like to chat
a couple chest shots and he could had a rifle back
see im the cycle thats probally gonna recycle that
no witnesses no snitches how they gonna typo that
cuz i didn't heard these niggas talkin like if had accused them
i talk the quick i pick a robberin to men reuse em
im off the motherfuckin rickadick the flow terrific
a dose is like a dose of rigaship of blow to sniff it
you know whats in my biscuit
you know whats on my biscuit
you could put it on the rinse
that i won't ever triss kit
let's be realistic
you get mine idealistic
you get hit with the fo fifth shit
but it aint nuthin but a 9 to 5 the ballestics
risk it, ride against us
and i'll witness our top
fine givin inches
vinch shoot him and again you can tella drim chotta
to get bend from a 4 pound bencher
militia, relax the game coincidentaly
i train to throw a train i thought you think they fuckin get me

(Chorus)
if you aint know you better ask about me
they talkin lotta shit but one second bout me
they can tell you i'm a killa(killa killa)
everywhere i go, they already know
they know not to test me they know im about to blow
i try to tell them ima killa(killa killa)

(Verse 3 - Ave)
Oh,i told em im a murderer i got it grime
lights out for anybody tryin to stop my shine
im a killa i told em don't get out of line
i went to school and pretend you tech and cowaban
im a trigga finger that aint squeeze the hollow
the swamp fluid cobow, the ether in the bottle
the hit n run driver, im speedin in the ty'ho
im sick , im the belymia disease that killin models
a sniper on the roof, know how to keep my aim still
one shot brain kill lick it 'n the pain pills
Eah,from the spoon by the dope hedge
the telephone wire with nikes broke chairs
reeboks adidas jordans fevers
a 6 figure debt that u owe to the dealer
the flat line, hospital bed and pillow case
i smuther niggas, take a chance on the realer fluid

(Chorus)
if you aint know you better ask about me
they talkin lotta shit but one second bout me
they can tell you i'm a killa(killa killa)
everywhere i go, they already know
they know not to test me they know im about to blow
i try to tell them ima killa(killa killa) (X2)