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J. DASH lyrics

WOP

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Uh-oh [X2] J.Dash... Uh-oh [X2] [Chorus:] I made a little bit of money (I made a little bit of money) I paid my bills (I paid my bills) I paid this cover (I paid this cover) I wont stand still (I wont stand still) Let me see you Wop [X7] Now let me see you Wop [X18] [Verse 1:] Wop If you let me get lost, if you don't Look at the reaction when I hit em in the front Got fleezy in the back and chello in the front Listen to the record boy I got what you wont Beatz so fly cuz the club on chomp Got hizz like woofs beatin in the back of the door Ladies take it back throw back the joint Bend at the waist, lean to the front Now BOUNCE yo body to the, just a little bit harder Shawty move yo feet just a little Aint nobody here wop better than me Purple flag to the left WHO better than me. I got an all star squad who better than me. Man listening to the beat who better the me. I payed to get in so I ain't goin to jail and then be weepin' way to long... [Chorus] [Verse 2:] J. Dash why you had to do it like that Got the ladies checkin' they bags Wopping like they breakin' they backs (breakin they backs) Takin' it: back, back, back... wait! Now I'm checkin shawty with a micro craves (craves) Hotta' than a baby in a microwave Look at how she woppin' man she might get paid Wop Wop Wop a little harder Look at how she wop she a party starter I hope that security remembered to card her Cuz I never done the wop where you ain't hotter I never drop dime but I drop u a dollar Tell her if you give me your number then maybe I call her She said that she knew me and know I'm a baller Man I better wop outa here I'll see yall tomorrow. [Chorus] Now drop it to the floor, drop drop it to the floor then Wop [X4] Now leeean then Wop [X4] Turn around and Wop, wop, wop turn around and wop, wop, wop, wop Now wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle, wiggle wiggle wiggle Wop [X4] Play dead like... Then Wop [X4] Strike a pose like... Then Wop [X4] Check that lady like Dang she FINE... then Wop[X4] Beat it up like (beat beat beat beat beat beat beat) then Wop [X4] Speed it up like... then Wop [X4] Make it rain like Wop [X4] Do yo thang like Wop [X4] Make money like Wop [X4] Hit your body like Wop [X4] Do yo thang like Wop [X4] Make it rain like Wop [X4] Make money like Wop [X4] Slap dash... Put some more Wop [X4] Purple flag Wop [X4] Drink a stand Wop [X4] Hit you're body like Wop [X4] And we do it like Wop [X4] Slow down like AY This is another j.dash production Keep woppin' [X18]

Swimming With Sharks

HOODIE ALLEN "Pep Rally"
Yeah! Yo, you know we had to come from overseas on this one It's Hoodie Allen On this beat beat-down Say what up to VV Brown Y'all let's get loud R.J. drop it Yeah, I gotta shorten up my words cause I speak fast Girls got me caught up like a recap She's always high scorin', nobody can beat that But talk's cheap, so consider this my free rap A free app, but nothing is free really There's a shark in the water, I'm ready to free Willy Why so serious? Better we be silly 'Less she turn a cold shoulder, I'm ready to be chilly Damn, let's work it out girl, this is gym class Let me tell you 'bout the game like Jim Nantz Cuz there's a whole lotta fishes that I swim past But I can't wait to drop, Slim Fast Thin glass between us I did my best to break I was so convinced that I let the rest debate I known a lot of girls, always said it best to wait I never been a Snoop, dog, don't investigate [Hook:] [VV Brown:] When I'm in doubt I open my mouth And words come out Words come out like [Hoodie Allen:] We good, we get it We love where we headed So we live to regret it We don't ever care, we We don't ever care We met in Vegas, so that explains it, I rolled the dice Saw the writings on the wall like I'm notified We sayin' no to fights, always acting so polite But now you're cursin' me out, okay, that's poltergeist Okay, it's no surprise, name change, pronto Just cuz I'm a rapper that don't mean I'm in Toronto '96 Honda with a drive like Rondo If I'm racin' for your heart I'll never tie like kwon-do Yeah, you get Mad Men, so that's advertised But who's the illest, 'that's me," like Amanda Bynes So if you gold diggin', don't worry I handle mines I let you paint the picture vivid you've been vandalized Cuz I'm a male, I'm a man, I be Karl Malone I done some good deeds, I'm leavin' the karma 'lone So if you would, please, don't leave this bar alone We got far to go but we never far from home Oh [Hook]

Know The Rep

JOHN CENA "You Can't See Me"
[Freddie Foxxx a.k.a. Bumpy Knuckles] Hahahaha... Y'all know the rep, yeah, listen My name is Bumpy Knuckles, I write that fuckin flame And kill for the right price I got a buckin name My forty caliber too fresh, stuck in aim We roll like 18 wheelers in the truckin game I'm nice with mics there's nothin more I like than to paralyze your left side and leave you all right I be layin front of your crib with Tec-y all night Tryin to get them 9 millimeters loaded up tight, listen I'm like a Cadillac, I write a battle rap so smooth contest you'll be out of that Y'all know the beef is stewin, that Bumpy came to ruin You may be signed but you don't know what the fuck you doin I make aight hot, I make dope raw And send you higher than a long Colt four-four You know the only rap pimp that kept a ho poor And slam a fool on his back and break the whole floor [Chorus: Bumpy Knuckles] A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop We keep on, once the cops are gone This is real street spit you best be warned Tell your favorite MC the mic is on A yes yes y'all, and you don't stop We keep on, once the cops are gone [John Cena] Yeah, yeah It's the J daddy, not Hov' or Jam Master My mic is correct, but y'all know the hands faster See you bitch rappers I'm attackin the pile Y'all be cryin foul cause I'm hackin your style I make sure you and your mans done When I see y'all both drop, I'm the cat screamin And1 You see me on the team dog you know the game's over Stones on my wrist, and a chip on my shoulder Sixteens cashin in on another hot beat Go cop me a drop with the butterscotch seats And we better not meet, if we do you gon' see a change Make sure you whole FACE gettin rearranged We rollin up in the blacked out truck dog It's Freddie Foxxx, now you deal with Corrupt Mob It's gas on the fire, any time a track blaze Squad known to beef up the Heat, just like the Shaq trade [Tha Trademarc] This my 9 to 5, this ain't no hobby cat Copycat killers bite styles, my rhyme piles is heavy Give me a beat, man I'll body that Spittin that heat street raps man they nod to that What you smilin at? You R&B, man that's hardly rap You lost the beat, man you bought a map Matter fact, here's my next rap, borrow that Been off the street too long, I want my corner back You ain't a player, you a armchair quarterback You ride the beat like side streets on a flat Don't play dumb, I know where you came from You only seen slugs buddy after the rain come Keep it subtle, Trademarc got you bitch like babies suckin tits talkin 'bout mami let's cuddle It's gon' be what it's gon' be, you duck down A quiet cat with a violent rap, what now? [Chorus]

My Cutless

Lil Wyte "Phinally Phamous"
2 door cut with flippy flop on the paint looking like a bag of skittles that will make you wan't to faint eyes cocked ass drop when pulled up on the set people scard to touch my car like they might fall in and get wet I can't keep my whip in sun for so long cause it might melt like a pack of starburst on a summer day sitting on the shelf I got to get her out get her high take her out for a ride hopefully tonight I won't commit vehicular homicide my cutless is clean as a fuckin whistle Paul, and Juicy both told me I better pack pistols pistols plural for the one's of those who do not know I gon let these bitches rip the bay and try to take my hoe [Chorus - 2X] 2 door cut with flip the flop like (ridin down the street smokin weed getting high) 2 door cut with flip the flop like (woooooooooooo man that fool clean) cheech and chong up in smoke and dice on mirria 2007 cadalac space age interior 4 Pioners 4 8's across the back dash 4 12's when I come thru I'm gon break glass and thats just the beginning I ain't got into the engine fuck a wood grain stearin wheel I'm gripin white pearl pimpin It's on italian leather just as icey as my soljas pushin on the white pearl gas pedal belive I told ya and ain't doja on me when I ride make me a blunt aint tryin to be nobodys police when I creep the cut they got enough on me already they don't need my car If they won't me so bad they can find me standin in my yard [Chorus - 2X] It's time to talk about the muscle in this perfect creation brand new chevy blocked and a chromed out edelbrock opperation a set of double hard heads shift kit and a cam flow out with a pair of dogs hanging out the ass brain gon and my hair blowin doin a buck 4 wow hoe if you in the road better move yo ass out the path fast before yo ass have to feel 20 inch spinner and 22 hundred pounds of steel I'm a good driver but can get reckless on purple leana pedal to the metal might hit ya and never even seen ya take my word I put 15 G's into these souls I'm gon flick this bitch and figurer out how to drop off 20 more [Chorus - 4X]

Get Low

YING YANG TWINS
Lil Jon feat. Ying Yang Twins [Chorus] (Ying Yang Twins: D-Roc and Kaine) 3, 6, 9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time Get low, Get low 3X To the window, to the wall (to dat wall) Till the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got damn (Got damn) To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got damn (Got damn) (Kaine) Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she fuck that Question been harassing me in the mind this bitch is fine I done came to the club about 50 11 times now can I play with yo Pantie line the club owner said I need to calm down security guard go to sweating Me now nigga drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now (D-Roc) She getting crunk in the club I mean she work Then I like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off BUCKEY naked ATL. Hoe don't disrepect it Pa pop yo pussy like this cause yin yang twins in this b i itch Lil Jon and the Eastside boyz wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you get low if you want this Thug Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep yo ass where you at [Chorus] (Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz) Let me see you get low you scared, you scared Drop dat ass to the floor you scared, you scared Let me see you get low you scared, you scared Drop dat ass to the floor you scared, you scared Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya Now back back back it up a back back back it up a back back back it up a back back back it up Now stop (O) then wiggle wit it stop (O) then wiggle wit it yea stop (O) then wiggle wit it yea stop (O) then wiggle wit it wiggle wit it [Chorus] (Ying Yang Twins: D-Roc and Kaine) Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend Stupid bitch standing there while I'm drinking my hen Steady looking at me Still asking questions Times up nigga pass me another contestant Hoe move to the left if you ain't bout 50 Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already looking at a nigga with yo palm out bitch I ain't even seen you dance Twerk something baby work something baby Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby Slide down dat bitch a little bit then stop Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands I just wanna see yo ass dirty dance yin yang we did done again And put it on the map like annnn [Chorus] (Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz) Got damn (Got damn) ya ya'll twerking a little bit ladies But ya got to twerk a little bit harder then dat now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite (where my sexy ladies) we want ya'll to do this shit like this Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) [Chorus]

Cole Summer

J. COLE "Truly Yours 2"
[Intro] This right here is not a preview I need to let it go, yeah [Verse 1] Now this right here is not a preview Of what the album goin' to bring you, or nothing like that Sharing things I think quietly, with those that admire me Remember MTV Diaries? This something like that I wear my heart up on my sleeve, and I, bleed for you Cookin' beats hoping' to reach like When I release, trust if you think my shit is weak When you see me on the street, then speak, I refund you This sample was yellin' "loop me!", Ms. Hill please don't sue me Cause I ain't one of these rappers out here frontin' like he got it, nigga I ain't fuckin' got it, nigga... Throwing thousands in the strip club with Drizzy Difference is I'm throwin four, he throwing fifty Lord, forgive me Bitches saying, "you a rappin' nigga, ain't you s'pose to tip more?" I don't see no pussy, baby, ain't you s'pose to strip more? Confessions of a cheap ass nigga, But I finally put my Momma in that E class, nigga And I told her quit her job, Oh, hold your horses, If my next album flops it's back to the post office Both of us, shit They're saying that's a real possibility... The thought alone it's killing me... [Hook] I think I need to let it go I need to let it go Cause nothing even matters [Verse 2] Anticipating rain, I can't make the same mistakes again Them 90's niggas raped the game And left us with a battered and bruised bitch, with a few kids The pussy loose, but the truth is I love her, though She ain't perfect, but who is? Hoes saying "Cole, you is" don't be silly, ma Cause really I am just a born sinner the opposite of a winner Cole summer, I predict another winter Cause I'm finna, drop knowledge like a five-per-center Fuck the build-a-bird, niggas showing God sent ya Rhyme with the skill, as if Nas when to College on scholarship met 'pac and said "I'm down with ya!" And when they wasn't writing rhymes they fucking lined sisters Puffin' on swishers, what's up Milan? Everytime I drop I get the net poppin' like Lebron swishes Kay told me kill ya, and I gotta respect my Mom's wishes When I let go this how my mind switches No looking back, don't even want to see my prom pictures Pardon the rhyme scheme, I guess I'm long winded Let me switch it now, Back to Hell's kitchen now, Up in Hova office like, he's the fucking principal Put me in with Stargate, that shit was like detention now Just tellin' my story so dissin' ain't my intention now Drop a couple hits and all the dummies pay attention now A shame when you learn the ins and outs of the game Reminisce on little Jermaine, in the south Rappin' out loud, with all the niggas that's cool to you Just to realize that all them niggas was foolin' you And they ain't who they said they was Talk about the streets but, nigga That ain't really where they was Acting just like there they were But who am I to judge? That's neither here or there Just know I know, my nigga I just like being aware If I had one wish, I would fuck Tia and Tamera, At the same time, and put name tags on they titties so I don’t get they names wrong Screamin' "Game on" Like Wayne's World, that just came on I'm rambling now 5 days to finish the album, I'm scramblin' now Took a break from sampling now, Just to say a few words to this bitch named Summer June will make four years since I gave you my number "The Warm Up" dropped, I got hot, you called it a classic And Jay dropped "Autotune", you wanted him back, shit Play my position, the whole while still wishin' A year later Drake put his key in your ignition And I told my fellas, I dropped "Friday Night Lights" in the winter just to make her jealous, Wanted to drop the album in the summer but the label didn't think that they could sell it, Recoup the first week, I think it ain't shit they can tell us Do you agree? It's been a long time coming this thing between you and me... I can't let it go I can't let it go [Hook] I think I need to let it go I need to let it go Cause nothing even matters

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