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Run The World Lyrics by Jennifer Lopez feat. The Dream & Rick Ross @ monsterlyrics.blogspot.com

Intro
We got it locked. They know, that Whenever we around it goes down like Draino, and it’s nothing to spend these pesos, and you will never see us […] low low.
[..] Aint nothing greater, hanging out the window straight busting at you love haters

Verse 1:
Bonny Clyde,
No other girl will ever ride like I ride
That’s why you need me on your passenger side,
Let me help you get that paper.
Hanging out the window busting at them love haters.
Me and you,
I’m the closest you’ll ever be to truth.
There’s never a question of what I’ll do
Uh huh for you.
With me you’ll never loose.

Chorus:
So, Call on your girl that can hold you right
I’ll be your protector I’ll never forget you.
You need somebody that can hold you tight.
I’ll be in your arm love
Keep you out of harm boy.
I’ll be your anything, everything
Rockin’ roll with you.
If things get to hot out in the cold with you.
Froze Froze with you.
Me and you together Our love could run the world(uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Run the world (Uh,oh)(Uh,Oh)
Our love could run the world (uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Run the world (uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Our loved could run the world.
I’ll be your anything everything rockin roll with you
If things get to hot I’m in the cold with you,
Froze, Froze with you
Me and you together our love could run the world.
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/jennifer-lopez-feat-dream-rick-ross-run.html

Verse 2:
(Rose! Yeah)
The range rover sitting lower than the [?]
Let me know who make it rain more
Me or the lord.
I gotta schedule like I’m unemployed
Shaking dice at the table baby go ahead and blow it.
You can’t ignore it your whole body getting explored.
Top to bottom I’m reproducing your deepest thoughts.
Lay off the leash the second week I lease the Porsche
Let down the top and hit the beach a future divorce.

Chorus:
Call on your girl that can hold you right
I’ll be your protector I’ll never forget ya.
You need somebody that can hold you tight.
I’ll be in your arm love
Keep you out of harm boy.
I’ll be your anything, everything
Rockin’ roll with you.
If things get to hot I’m in the cold with you.
Froze Froze with you.
Me and you together
Our love could run the world run the world (uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Run the world (Uh,oh)(Uh,Oh)
Our love could run the world (uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Run the world (uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Our loved could run the world.
I’ll be your anything everything rockin roll with you
If things get to hot out in the cold with you,
Froze, Froze with you
Me and you together our love could run the world.

Verse 3:
Hit me on my cell better be talking them dollars
The boss ball park resemble the dodgers,
I never dodge a thing except for the Chargers.
Embarrassed by the rubber bands
My ex would of charged it.
Got it popping so everybody be watching them.
Exotic watches you know my lady be popping them
Her girlfriends party like Cyndi Lauper now.
Rose! Time to lock her down.

Chorus:
Call on your girl that can hold you right
I’ll be your protector I’ll never forget ya.
You need somebody that can hold you tight.
I’ll be in your arm love
Keep you out of harm boy.
I’ll be your anything, everything
Rockin’ roll with you.
If things get to hot out in the cold with you.
Froze Froze with you.
Me and you together Our love could run the world run the world (uh, oh)(uh, oh) Run the world (Uh, oh)(Uh, Oh)
Our love could run the world (uh, oh)(uh, oh)
Run the world (uh,oh)(uh,oh)
Our loved could run the world.
I’ll be your anything everything rockin roll with you
If things get to hot out in the cold with you,
Froze, Froze with you
Me and you together our love could run the world.

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New track from Jennifer Lopez called Run The World featuring The Dream & Rick Ross. This post not included with the song text, but you can listen the great sound of their song of new track off that Exclusives Tunes S.G. 29 comes from Jennifer Lopez the song “Run The World” features The-Dream & Rick Ross.
http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/new-song-run-world-by-jennifer-lopez.html

The lyrics can be found @ Jennifer Lopez feat. The Dream & Rick Ross - Run The World Lyrics



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Rap Song Lyrics by T-Pain feat. Rick Ross

[T-Pain]
Nappy Boy, ooooh wee
Ooooh wee
Everybody say yeaaaah
Oh oh oh...
Hey eh eh eh eh

[Verse 1]
We been messin' round for a long (long time)
A while now (while now, uh)
And you already know what's on my mind (mind)
It's goin' down now (it's goin' down now?)
And I don't need no background music, girl
I turn it loud now
I got the gangsta feelin'
And I'ma do somethin' to you
To you, to you
Oh
We can take it over The Bay
Where my Mistah F.A.B. at? (F.A.B. at, uh)
Or just put on that N.W.A.
Comin' Straight Outta Compton on that pussy, baby
And we can all night long (haha)
I'm bout to have yo' head gone
And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
But we can make love to a rap song

[Hook]

Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I'm ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it's ya birthday (uh)
We gon' party like it's ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

[Verse 2]

And you been on my mind all day (all day)
I know you wit it (know you wit it baby, uh)
And I'ma do you like Kanye (yeah) cuz I'ma let you finish (let you finish!)
You can get it (you can get it)
Or we can do it east coast style and I'll keep on my fitted
I said I got the gangsta feelin'
I feel like breakin' you off
You off, you off
Off
We can take it way down south
Rick Ross on the iPad (cuz you the boss' girl)
Super-thick thighs and ya booty like Bombs Over Baghdad (BOOM!)
Wait, hold up
She got a donk (YUP!) she got a donk (YUP!), she got a donk
I'm bout to have yo' head gone

http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/t-pain-feat-rick-ross-rap-song-lyrics.html

And I ain't doin' nothin' wrong
But we can make love to a rap song

[Hook]

Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I'm ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it's ya birthday (uh)
We gon' party like it's ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

[Rick Ross]

My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swag
Right now you rockin' wit the finest and I mean that (uh)
Really, you the finest and I mean that (uh)
Pants fitted, dammit where ya jeans at?
Makin' love to a rap song
Port of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap, uuuhhhh
Like Akon, we could stack it all up (yeah)
Or do you like a Juvie, make ya back it all up (uh)
(Hot) that's all shawty ever was
Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks
(Hot) is all shawty ever been
Blow a couple racks in Barney's on that Phillip Lim
Ballin', it's ya birthday
You know that champagne'll get ya boy to first base
Haters do they thing, but we do it bigger
Number one niggas
Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender

[Hook]

Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I'm ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it's ya birthday (uh)
We gon' party like it's ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song
Me and you, yo' mama and yo' cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafucka I'm ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it's ya birthday (uh)
We gon' party like it's ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I'm diggin' in ya coochie while we listenin' to Gucci on a rap song

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Pledge Allegiance To The Swag Lyrics by T.I feat. Rick Ross

[Intro]
Ay count that money for me partner
Ay Ross make sure that nigga got that shit right, ya hear me?
Ay, let a motherfucker go ding, that’s a 150 thou
Yeah, that shit should add up to about 5.4
I be right back, I’m finna go get dressed
Tell tha nigga to gas up tha jet

[Chorus: T.I.]
I stay on my grind cause that come first
If he get outta line his feelings finna get hurt
All that’s on my mind is get that dough
He try me imma take you places you don’t wanna go
56 stacks of more and I’m in your town
Just to shake some booty home but it finna go down
Hear that click clack roll, better get back fast
Have attention when you see me pledge allegiance to the swag
Pledge allegiance to the swag [x8]

[Verse 1: T.I.]
Ay, I do my thang you don’t know
Off the motherfuckin’ chain, play the game how it go
I ain’t in the game still imma problem on the low
Whip them thangs well just know I know who got it for the low
Triple O.G. so sucker free, I swear
You don’t know me homie you can get the fuck from round here
I don’t care who you will, who you with or who you know
Let’s be clear, I’m a motherfuckin’ G and you a hoe
Keep that Remy XO pulled up, bankrolled, swole up
Smell money in the air soon as I roll up, ayyy
I’m the coolest in the city bitch
While you lame trippin’ on that goofy stupid silly shit
Who you ever seen it really did, super fly filthy rich, any with it killin’ shit
Came in that bitch with my ego and got cash
I demand you to raise your hand and
Pledge Allegiance To The Swag

http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/09/ti-feat-rick-ross-pledge-allegiance-to.html

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
World got no money call me David Copperfield
A bitch’ll disappear or the bitch will disappear
We control the corners, that’s usual politics
Push a button from the mansion, hit you with a hollow tip
We two different niggas, I’m servin’, he sniffing his
And I love that new Bugatti, how that bitch be shifting gears
Movin’ how I move, I fuck with a selected few
Aviators and Audemars, tha bezel flourescent blue
Down south nigga, had to climb up out the barrel
Outfox these niggas, now we rock out on apparrel
Pledge allegiance to the swag cause this shit is top notch
Jumpin’ in and outta bitches like I’m playin’ hopscotch
Jumpin’ in and outta sixes like I got a car lot
And I got the type of digits that your bitch’ll dial by
Young niggas bow down to the kings
In the presence of a Don, pay respect, kiss my ring

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: T.I.]
The Enzo off set, neck, wrist frosty
Deal ain’t hundred mil, you ain’t talkin’ bout shit
Nigga wanna beef, he get the whole cal quick
If you talking bout some paper step into my office
On some pimp house shit, written out chicks,
Fuck ‘em from behind, they be spitting out dick
Excuse me now but if I may make an announcement
I smoke no more but when I did I was blowin’ ounces of gas
Ask the feds what I had when they found me
We down with whatever, don’t interrupt my countin’
Ballin’ on a daily basis, call my accountant
Only time you make it rain when you throwin’ change in a fountain
Flow sick, crazy, derranged, need counselin’
He say I ain’t all that, she say I’m outstandin’
Them lames all cheesy, square’s outta season
When you see my swag, nigga, pledge your allegiance

[Chorus]

[T.I Talking]
Ay my n-gga I’m the type of stars and stripes you know what I’m saying,
you come f-ck with me on that bullsh-t you’ll be seeing Stars and Stripes n-gga, you understand that n-gga, say I’m lying, think its a game if you want to partna
Ay Ross I see you my n-gga, I bump that Maybach music n-gga when I’m playing music in my Maybach, ya dig
Aye listen, all you other sucker ass n-gga homeboys
I don’t see you dogg, you transparent, translucient dog
my n-gga get out my way n-gga let money get through here dog
you understand
say you n-ggas aint even on my muthaf-cking resume dog
aye my n-gga if I did take you out the game it was my pleasure to move you out my God Damn way you know what I’m saying
n-ggas say no more homes
nigga you could have died in the hand of another man, you know what I’m saying
n-gga I’m the best thing that ever happen to you, n-gga
you know, say homeboy
my worst muthf-cking mistake was the best you ever hope for
know what I’m saying, I forgot more sh-t than you could remember
n-gga, I got more muthaf-cking money in my chain draw than you got in your God damn bank roll n-gga
n-gga anytime you want to n-gga I match my change to your mutha-fcking dollars see who come up first know what I’m saying
big bank take little bank n-gga wassup…

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Monster Lyrics by Kanye West feat. Jay Z, Rick Ross, Nicki Minaj & Bon Iver

[Bon Iver]
I shoot the lights out
Hide til its bright out
Whoa, just another lonely night
Are you willing to sacrifice your life?

[Rick Ross]
Bitch I’m a monster no good blood sucker
fat muthaf-cker now look who’s in trouble
as you run through my jungle all you hear is rumbles
Kanye West sample, here’s one for example

[Kanye West - Chorus]
Gossip gossip
n-ggas just stop it
everybody know (I’m a muthaf-cking monster)
I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert
I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert
profit profit, n-gga I got it
everybody know I’m a muthaf-cking monster
I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the concert
I’ma need to see your f-cking hands at the ….

The best living or dead hands down huh?
less talk more head right now huh?
and my eyes more red than the devil is
and I’m bout to take it to another level bitch
there you go again, aint nobody as cold as this
do the rap and the track triple double no assist
but my only focus is staying on some bogus sh-t
argue with my older bitch acting like I owe her sh-t
I heard the people sayin raps are gettin trap mayne
bought the chain that always give me back pain
f-ckin up my money so yeh I had to act sane
Chi n-gga but these hoes love my accent
she came up to me and said this the number 2
if you wanna make it number one your number 2 now
this that goose an’ malibu I call it Malibooya
God damn Yeezy How I hit em with the new style
know that muthaf-cker well, what you gon do now
whatever ever I wanna do, gosh its cool now
nah gonna do, uhh its a new now
think yo muthaf-cker really reall need to cool down
cause you will never get on top off this
so mommy best advice is to get on top of this
have you ever had sex with a pharoah
I put the p-ssy in a sarcophagus
now she claiming I bruise her esophagus
head of the class and she just want a swallowship
I’m living the future so the presence is my past
my presence is a present kiss my ass

http://monsterlyrics.blogspot.com/2010/08/kanye-west-feat-jay-z-rick-ross-nicki.html

[Kanye West - Chorus]

[Jay-Z]
Sasquatch, Godzilla, King Kong
Lochness, Goblin, Ghoul, a zombie with no conscience
question what do all these things have in common
everybody knows I’m a muthaf-cking monster
conquer, stomp ya, stop your silly nonsense
none of you n-ggas know where the swamp is
none of you n-ggas have seen the carnage that I’ve seen
I still here fiends scream in my dream
murder murder in black convertibles
I kill a block I murder avenues
rape and pillage a village, women and children
everybody wanna know what my achilles heel is
LOVE I dont get enough of it
all I get is these vampires and blood suckers
all I see is these n-ggas I’ve made millionnaires
milling about, spilling there feelings in the air (shot at Beanie?)
all I see is these fake f-cks with no fangs
tryna draw blood with my ice cold veins
I smell a massacre
seems to be the only way to back you bastards up

[Chorus]

[Nicki Minaj]
Pull up in the monster
automobile gangster
with a bad b-tch that came from Sri Lanka
yeah I’m in that Tonka, colour of Willy Wonka
you could be the King but watch the Queen conquer
ok first things first I’ll eat your brains
then I’mma start rocking gold teeth and fangs
cause that’s what a muthaf-cking monster do
hairdresser from Milan, thats the monster do
monster Giuseppe heel that’s the monster shoe
Young Money is the roster and the monster crew
and I’m all up all up all up in the bank with the funny face
and if I’m fake I aint notice cause my money aint
let me get this straight wait I’m the rookie
but my features and my shows ten times your pay?
50k for a verse, no album out!
yeah my money’s so tall that my barbie’s gotta climb it
hotter than a middle eastern climate
find it Tony Matterhorn dutty wine it
while it, nicki on them titties when I sign it
how these n-ggas so one-track minded
but really really I don’t give a F-U-C-K
forget barbie f-ck nicki she’s fake
she’s on a diet but my pockets eating cheese cake
and I’ll say bride of Chucky is Child’s play
just killed another career it’s a mild day
besides ‘Ye they can’t stand besides me
I think me, you and Am [Amber Rose] should menage friday
pink wig thick ass give em whip lash
I think big get cash make em blink fast
now look at what you just saw I think this is what you live for
aaaahhh, I’m a muthaf-cking monster!

[Bon Iver]
I-I crossed the line-line
and I’ll-I’ll let God decide-cide
I-I wouldn’t last these shows
so I-I am headed home
(repeated)

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