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ANDRE NICKATINA lyrics - Andre Nickatina

Jelly

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[Verse 1: Andre Nickatina] Got out the car and said send her, don’t bend her Maybe she’s a winner I tell her that she thick, she say she wanna be thinner She something like a steak and prime Hennesey dinner When she walk down town other bitches wanna get her I’m Barney Rubble man, looking for a Betty Who’s super duper fast with the fetti Jam things up like Teddy Peanut Butter ready make a real rap cat say jelly [Hook: Problem] Yeah, real I be, erybody know me, need no id Go hard on a ho, over vip I am P, bitch you know I’m bout that motherfucking paper Yeah, I’m bout the paper Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her Yeah, I’m bout the paper, yeah I’m bout the paper Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her [Verse 2: Andre Nickatina] Man, she the type of pancakes that you like to see in the morning Nothing that she wear be boring Dolce and Gabana blue light That’s what I wore tonight For you to choose, break the shelf right, holla back I let my curls fall out my hat She like the vodka with the 7up, go bitch, throw it back I might have to fast forward that, because the peanut butter ready So go ahead and add the jelly [Verse 3: Problem] Problem in this thang, diamond is the lane Car paint wet like I’m riding in the rain Swerving through the town drunk Mixing light and brown, not giving mad fuck Cause I got the niggas get down Got a thick chick with me, I met her through my rally Peanut butter skin, pussy sweet as jelly Bang to the tellie, got her drug, gave her liquor Then I thought to myself Why fuck when I can pimp her? [Hook: Problem] Yeah, real I be, everybody know me, need no id Go hard on a ho, over vip I am P, bitch you know I’m bout that motherfucking paper Yeah, I’m bout the paper Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her Yeah, I’m bout the paper, yeah I’m bout the paper Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her [Verse 4: Andre Nickatina] She said what’s up with the nose candy Then let’s get the party started My ex boyfriend was light harded Now he’s with the dearly departed Hello, night time mellow Moving that jello, heels stay steady Peanut butter ready make a real rap cat say jelly [Hook: Problem] Yeah, real I be, everybody know me, need no id Go hard on a ho, I'M a vip I am P, bitch you know I’m bout that motherfucking paper Yeah, I’m bout the paper Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her Yeah, I’m bout the paper, yeah I’m bout the paper Bitch don’t wanna do what I say, I’ma make her

Cream & Peaches (Remix)

P. DIDDY "We Invented The Remix"
[Intro: P. Diddy] Yo, yo, yo, yo, 2001 This is the remix (Won't stop) 112 (Can't Stop) Def Jam, Bad Boy, yeah This is the remix, Ludacris come on [Ludacris] (P. Diddy) Ludacris like 'em shaken not stirred (yeah) wakin up blurred (uh-huh) Walk butt-naked (what) talk, speech slurred (that's right) Necks get squeezed and I can't breathe (come on) Stop then SWITCH; next, get me (that's right) Hon', you kinda taste like lemon merangue (lemon merangue) So nice I add spice with the cinnamon thang Make ya pull your own hair out Make ya body go flat, get the spares out Well, smack lips, smack hips, make 'em backflip (that's right) Cake mix, fingerlickin-like tactics, tongue gymnastics Good head make ya eyes ROLL BACK '12 on the track so you can't HOLD BACK Hot bread and butter, peach and cream (come on) I only reach for the peach if it's peachy clean (that's right) I only reach for your spot and release the steam (come on) A-town, we release the kings (yeah, this is the remix) [Slim of 112] (P. Diddy): Let me tell you what I wanna do (yeah) Let me show you that I'm feelin' you (uh-huh) Wanna sex, wanna ride with you (come on) Wanna kiss, wanna put my lips all over you (I like this) Can't get enough of you (come on) Always thinkin' of you (yeah) So sweet, so very wet, so good girl you make me sweat [Hook - 112] (P. Diddy) Girl I'm talkin' 'bout peaches and cream (say what) I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream (uh huh) Know what I mean Peaches and cream I need it 'cause you that I'm fiend (uh huh) Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream Know what I mean Peaches and cream [Q of 112] (P. Diddy) Never thought that I would be (yeah) So addicted to you (come on) On top, underneath, on the side of you Better yet baby, inside of you (feel me) Love the way you juice flowin' down (yeah) And I can feel it all around (come on) In the front, in the back of you (yeah) Oooh I love the taste you, girl you know what I'm talkin' 'bout [Hook] [Mike of 112] (P. Diddy): Don't stop 'cause you know I can't get enough (come on) Wanna taste it in the mornin' when I'm wakin' up (come on) Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up (come on) Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up See, them boys 112, we from the A... A!!! (ATL) And when it comes to eatin' peaches shorty, we don't play.... PLAY!!! So all the ladies in the house if ya peach's the shit Put ya hands in the air, represent ya clit, get it [P. Diddy]: This is the dance break This the remix Just want you to just... Just, just, just bounce to this Yeah, come on Can I get a lick Come on, yeah, can I get a lick Yeah, yeah, come on [Hook] [P. Diddy]: Bad Boy baby, Mario Winans P. Diddy Q, Mike, Slim, Daron - 112 This is the remix

Peaches & Cream (Bad Boy Remix)

P. DIDDY
[Intro: P. Diddy] Yo, yo, yo, yo, 2001 This is the remix (Won't stop) 112 (Can't Stop) Def Jam, Bad Boy, yeah This is the remix, Ludacris come on [Ludacris] (P. Diddy) Ludacris like 'em shaken not stirred (yeah) wakin up blurred (uh-huh) Walk butt-naked (what) talk, speech slurred (that's right) Necks get squeezed and I can't breathe (come on) Stop then SWITCH; next, get me (that's right) Hon', you kinda taste like lemon merangue (lemon merangue) So nice I add spice with the cinnamon thang Make ya pull your own hair out Make ya body go flat, get the spares out Well, smack lips, smack hips, make 'em backflip (that's right) Cake mix, fingerlickin-like tactics, tongue gymnastics Good head make ya eyes ROLL BACK '12 on the track so you can't HOLD BACK Hot bread and butter, peach and cream (come on) I only reach for the peach if it's peachy clean (that's right) I only reach for your spot and release the steam (come on) A-town, we release the kings (yeah, this is the remix) [Slim of 112] (P. Diddy): Let me tell you what I wanna do (yeah) Let me show you that I'm feelin' you (uh-huh) Wanna sex, wanna ride with you (come on) Wanna kiss, wanna put my lips all over you (I like this) Can't get enough of you (come on) Always thinkin' of you (yeah) So sweet, so very wet, so good girl you make me sweat [Hook - 112] (P. Diddy) Girl I'm talkin' 'bout peaches and cream (say what) I need it 'cause you know that I'm a fiend Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream (uh huh) Know what I mean? Peaches and cream I need it 'cause you that I'm fiend (uh huh) Gettin' freaky in my Bentley limousine It's even better when it's with ice cream Know what I mean? Peaches and cream [Q of 112] (P. Diddy) Never thought that I would be (yeah) So addicted to you (come on) On top, underneath, on the side of you Better yet baby, inside of you (feel me?) Love the way you juice flowin' down (yeah) And I can feel it all around (come on) In the front, in the back of you (yeah) Oooh I love the taste you, girl you know what I'm talkin' 'bout [Hook] [Mike of 112] (P. Diddy): Don't stop 'cause you know I can't get enough (come on) Wanna taste it in the mornin' when I'm wakin' up (come on) Like peach cobbler in my stomach when I eat it up (come on) Got your legs around my neck so I can't get up See, them boys 112, we from the A... A!!! (ATL) And when it comes to eatin' peaches shorty, we don't play.... PLAY!!! So all the ladies in the house if ya peach's the shit Put ya hands in the air, represent ya clit, get it? [P. Diddy]: This is the dance break This the remix Just want you to just... Just, just, just bounce to this Yeah, come on Can I get a lick? Come on, yeah, can I get a lick? Yeah, yeah, come on [Hook] [P. Diddy]: Bad Boy baby, Mario Winans P. Diddy Q, Mike, Slim, Daron - 112 This is the remix

Fuckin' You Right

XZIBIT "Restless"
[Xzibit talkin] Listen to this, I'm just tryna do this for us You know what I'm sayin, you scream at the top of your fucking lungs Yeah, I'm just tryna do this hard work and get this good between us baby, yeah Look, Samantha, Loraine, Monica, Veronica Veronica, she treated my dick like a harmonica How you think I learned how to twist it and turn Ya back until it's broke, make you feel it in your throat It was Pamela, Linda, Keisha, Nicole Had me fuckin while I was drivin on cruise control Can't wait to get it home and teach it all to you Look I'm just tryna be the best, I'm doin it all for you You know that thing with the peanut butter My Brooklyn bitch said fuck untyin the ropes, it's faster with a box cutter I know you love the way I'm diggin you out But always wanna fuckin aruge so let's figure this out I'm just tryna make you happy bitch Who's there for you anytime you get in the mood for suckin a dick I took the time out to find out what ya like You bust fifteen nuts, wanna get up and fight So look [Chorus] You should thank of all the bitches that I have in my life All the experience I'm gettin got me fuckin you right Never took time to see it and plus All you thinkin 'bout is yourself, I'm thinkin for us You love the way I beat it down when I come in the house And all in ya mouth, the bedroom, kitchen and couch You should thank all of the bitches that I have in my life All the experience I'm gettin got me fuckin you right It was Gina, Julie, Renee, Ty and Tammy Made me spend some extra days in Miami Candy, Trisha, Prescilla, Melissa Showed X to the Z it's better with three Who could fuck your ass better than me (pssst) I think not, hard knock the cock, welcome to my sweat shop I pick locks made by NFL, NBA, NHL, fuck all day You could say I didn't do this shit Unsatisfied bitches gotta go out and chase the dick And that's just not the thing to do So I learn new shit from the next bitch and teach it to you Now don't you love it how I shove it baby (hell yeah) When we be fuckin and we thuggin baby (hell yeah) The way I hit it when I pump it baby (hell yeah) And don't I spit it when I bust it baby (hell yeah) [Chorus] I insist that we fuckin on videotape Just incase a bitch lose face and try and call rape If you know somethin that might excite up our late night Got an open invite to lay us a pipe Make ya head feel like your wet, warm and tight I'll go from all night 'til the sun turn bright Two wrongs don't make it right bitch, no need to cheat (Pussy just a piece of meat, another means to eat) Big Tray D told me that, as a matter of fact You only tell me that you love me when you're flat on your back You wanna leave me now bitch, my fuckin feelings is hurt Why am I the only one that's tryna make this work [Chorus] [Tray D talking to fade]

Money, Houses, And Cars

Bad A$$
[Featuring Kurupt] Bad A$$: This life of ours the same thing that got a nigga here get me there (evrything you see, aint always what it seems to be) yeah yeah, the same thing that got a nigga here get me there come on, Bad A$$, Kurupt, The Gang Verse 1: Bad A$$ I'm just trying ta make a dollar out of nothing turn zero into somethin' and it's, one life we live, with this, one shot to give you got chances, we use none risking your life you know we got guns, why you come and get us with knives it's a cold thang, the game, just take folks under it feels better if you say that god just called his number when you do we kept a self situations like that in situations where it's likely somebody might gat no bad intentions, we all like to jump in the car no destination but we all thinkin hard to get far Chorus x2: Bad A$$ Money, houses, and cars, this life of ours, goin where we came a long way , but still we got so far to go to get there (the same thing that got a nigga here get me there, and if it don't, it wasn't sposed to) Verse 2: Kurupt, Bad A$$ [Kurupt] I got gangsta ass niggas with so much heat G'd up rides with so much beat G'd up apparal, dope by the barrels, gangsta ass goodfella nigga Kurupt and nell??? I once had a bitch that ate so much dick that she couldn't do nuthin for me, but blow one of the homies as I ease my way right up the streets me, D-a-z, Bad A$$, and Priest we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet where all the OG's round up the fleet cuz the homies is crazy shit and we all about stackin' up a grip no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho's and we don't give a fuck about a bitch [Bad A$$] I can't worry bout a bitch I'm tryin ta get rich by next week and I can get me some pussy when it ain't nuttin to eat my life, this life of ours buyin nuttin, houses and cars ghetto stars, doin our thing like bust a bitch, bust a bitch, and get rich with my gang we brang, to the table,what you aint able a few pies to cut, cuz we ride for bucks in the worst way today Tuesday, I got a date on Thursday, and fuck what you say you say dirt about us when we aint there when we come around, you fuckin clown, you act scared Tupac is dead, stop questioning life you had to talk to the feds, that's the test in the life goin where, a long way from here to get there you gotta mash to maintain blast thats the gang thang (the same thing that got a nigga here get me there) Chorus x2 Verse 3: Kurupt, Bad A$$ [Kurupt] (I, I, I, I) I heard gangstas don't ride with disguises but I'm quick to throw the mask on to get my blast on so call it what you want, yeah yeah, that's all cool but me and the homies bout to act the fuckin fool dump if you dump nigga pull the pump lay a nigga (lay a nigga), for the homies spray a nigga this aint the Sony, so you can't play a nigga the homies quick to cock, A-K a nigga with no hesitation penaltants populate the population a nickel plated penitration khakis, t-shirts and stars homies, busta's, riders and mark's all y'all niggas here wanna be hard but no nigga with heart when the heater spark just ask the homie Bad A$$ he'll put you d on how it's sposed to be in the whole family as I ease my way right up the streets me, D-a-z, Bad A$$ and Priest we gotta hit the spot where the homies meet where all the OG's round up the fleet cuz the homies is crazy as shit and we all about stackin' up a grip no funny ass niggas, no scandliss ass ho's and we don't give a fuck about a bitch, (bitch, bitch, bitch) [Bad A$$] yeah, 1-9-9-9, the Gang, all in your face at close range Mr. Bad A$$, yeah yeah yeah yeah, it don't quit, we keep it crackin like this ugh, aww yeah yeah yeah, it don't quit It aint over till I'm done aint nowhere to hide, so why run I don't battle with rappers, either bomb or draw guns you can hate me, cuz I got skills and live real and my life is well woven in these stack of dollar bills I should kill, I would come and kill your ass but your only mission is destruction, why get in your path I'll let you kill yourself, while I chill with wealth and let the story be the word on the streets, a few weeks I gotta eat, fuck fuckin with you and being broke on the streets duck duckin with you and gettin' smoked, that's a no-no what you think it's fifty five or 4-4 money, houses, and cars, nigga I gotta go yeah yeah yeah yeah it don't quit we keep it wreckin like this, ha ha ha ha yeah yeah yeah yeah it don't quit nigga you can suck a fat dick yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah we keep it crackin, keep it crackin like this (this, this, this, this)

I Don't Need It

JAMIE FOXX "Intuition"
[Intro] Uh, Ladies and gentlemen We have someone very special here this evening Who's gonna perform for us, ya see (yeah) Jamie Foxx [Verse 1] Ya got money Ya got plenty ta show And that's funny Cuz I've seen him before Ya wanna hold my hand Ya wanna hold my dough Ya got love for sell [Hook] I don't need it Bitch (Chick) [8x] I don't need it {come on} {Give it to me} Oww yeah Oww yeah, yeah {Give it to me} I don't need it, hey {Gi, give it to me} heey Don't need it {Gi, give it to me} Don't need it {I don't need it} [Verse 2] I got options {A Oow) It ain't mine anymore Had a man and It was a long time ago Ya wanna spend my time {Time} Ya wanna spend my dough Ya got love for sell {Well} [Hook] I don't need it Bitch (Chick) [8x] I don't need it {come on} {Give it to me} Aww that ain't been the way for me yeah {Give it to me} {I don't need it} Aww Surely you see how I can be Oh yeah {Gi, give it to me} Oow Oow {I don't need it} [Bridge] I don't need it Oh no, I don't need it Oh no, I don't need it It's like a glass of hot water in the desert baby {Well} I don't need it {Hey} Oh no, I don't need it {Oow oow} Oh no, I don't need it {Yeah} Like a snow machine on the north pole shorty Bitch (Chick) [Hook] I don't need it {Don't need it} Bitch (Chick) I don't need it {Don't need it} Bitch (Chick) I don't need it {Don't need it} Bitch (Chick) I don't need it {Oo} Bitch (Chick) I don't need it {Don't need it} Bitch (Chick) I don't need it {Oo} Bitch (Chick) I don't need it {Don't need it} Bitch (Chick) I don't need it {Don't need it} {Come On} {Give it to me} I got it {Give it to me} {Gi, Give it to me} {Gi, Give it to me} Oow [Bridge] I don't need it Shorty I don't, shorty I don't Ya know I don't, neeed it Why don't ya think, why don't ya think Bitch (Chick) aa, aa [8x]

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