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PARTYNEXTDOOR Ft. Drake – Recognize Lyrics


[Intro: PND]
Gotta get real again, gotta get real again

[Hook: PND] (x2)
No, you got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I got bitches
You got niggas and I want you
I want you, to turn up on me
Recognize when I see you
Better recognize when i see you
I really want you, you, you
Hit the club for you, you, you
Lightskin got you new, new, new
Even look like Lauryn Lauryn too
I be tripping with this money, ay
Hit the strip check my money lay
Sorry if my whip covered in dank
Cause I be rolling with this skunk all day
All these bitches know that you my nigga
Ain’t tripping off of any of your niggas
I only care about you, four niggas
Five niggas, six niggas, I ain’t give a shit about shit, nigga
Oh girl

[Verse 1: PND]
Girl you must be doing magic
Girl you must be doing magic
Turned fucking you into a habit
I could do a lot of things any other man
Won’t do for you, I do for you
When I hit you at Chicago real late
Cause in the city you straight
Then cut you like his cake
I got that feeling for you that feeling that you crave
Each time I do it for you, I make that bad pussy behave
Now pop it, the bottle, the top is so open
The budget I’m Party so fuck it
The concierge just told me my baby looking like LeToya Luckett
Let my money get older and older and older like Regis
And she will not fuck with no broke niggas, no, nigga, only the richest


[Verse 2: Drake]
Yeah shout out girls from the east who know what’s good with me
Shout the one’s from the west know what’s good with PND
Stories of you and your girls is all I hear
Who do you fuck in the city when I’m not there?
(I owe you time) let’s plan something out when I come back from Europe
Swear I’m withholdin’ my urges until you get this one-on-one time shit like your name Katie Couric
I gotta get you those snow tires for your Mercedes, I’m glad you reminded me baby
All of these things slip my mind it’s been crazy
Bite on your shoulder I know that’s your favorite
Touching yourself to that video we made a month ago
You a freak and your cover’s blown
How you told me innocent and I told you I never know
Fuck it girl, I’m ‘bout whatever though
Yeah I guess a nigga just believe in you
And that’s cool for you
Could name a lot of things any other man won’t do for you
I’ll do it for you, that’s real


Drake – Started From The Bottom Lyrics

Earlier we posted Drake’s new solo track “Started From The Bottom”. Here’s the lyrics to accompany the track. Drake – Started From The Bottom Lyrics:

Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here
Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now the whole team here nigga
Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now my whole team fucking here, nigga
Started from the bottom now we’re here
Started from the bottom now the whole team fucking here

[Verse 1]
I done kept it real from the jump
Living at my mama’s house we’d argue every month
Nigga, I was trying to get it on my own
Working all night, traffic on the way home
And my uncle calling me like “Where ya at?
I gave you the keys told ya bring it right back”
Nigga, I just think its funny how it goes
Now I’m on the road, half a million for a show
And we…


[Verse 2]
Boys tell stories about the man
Say I never struggled, wasn’t hungry, yeah, I doubt it, nigga
I could turn your boy into the man
There ain’t really much I hear that’s poppin’ off without us, nigga
We just want the credit where it’s due
I’ma worry about me, give a fuck about you
Nigga, just as a reminder to myself
I wear every single chain, even when I’m in the house
Cause we…


No new niggas, nigga we don’t feel that
Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?
We don’t like to do too much explaining
Story stays the same I never changed it
No new niggas, nigga we don’t feel that
Fuck a fake friend, where you real friends at?
We don’t like to do too much explaining
Story stay the same through the money and the fame
Cause we…


Rick Ross ft. Drake – Us (remix) Lyrics

[Lil Reese]

You already know

[Lil Reese]
At the top it’s just us nigga
But I don’t really trust niggas (I Don’t)
OTF it’s just us nigga
But I don’t really trust niggas
GBE we don’t fuck with niggas
At the top where you see us nigga
Since a youngun’ bitch we been them niggas
Since a youngun’ bitch we been them niggas

[Rick Ross]
Michael Jackson got them fiends just like Thriller
2 Door Maybach clean, smoking on killer
You a stranger talking and I don’t feel it
If I don’t know your momma I’ma make ‘em feel it
Heavy armour on, you know I wanna shine
Bitch I need it all each and every dime
Photo’s taken, fo’door Maybach I know you hatin’
Skatin’ with women from Staten Island, my flow’s so flagrant
We the realest, pistol conceal my percentage
Higher than yours, Cash Money I see no limits
Port of Miami, them I drop Trilla
Ex dope dealer worth 8 figures


Just got back from Turks & Caicos hoes all at the villa
Only nigga making albums with no fucking filla
New deal on the table look like ’bout like 10 milla
Shout my lawyer man he a contract killa
You know 305 Ricky that’s my fucking nigga
Did this shit right here for ?, preme, styles and ?
Did this shit right here for Reese, Sosa, Fredo, Durk
You let Drizzy get a verse you gon get this work
Yeah, at the top it’s just us nigga
Yeah, that’s why I don’t really trust niggas
See my family and the money is a must nigga
All the fame and all the pussy is just a plus nigga


[Lil Reese]
Since a youngun bitch we been them niggas
A small circle with no new niggas
Cause I don’t really trust niggas
GBE its just us nigga
And she just wana fuck with us
So much kush keep me stuck nigga
In other-words high as fuck nigga
Life’s a movie I’m a priceless picture
400 for the belt nigga
Right or wrong you get left nigga
For that back you get left nigga
For my niggas you get left nigga


[Rick Ross]
I love this beat, oh man I’m finna go bad
I play for pussy, oh man, she gotta be bad
She fuck with me, that bitch know I’m ’bout buy them bags
Beef with me, fuck boy, I’m ’bout to go outback
I woke up counting money, make ‘em ?
Type of money, she fuck me, she gotta fuck us all
Them other boys well known for letting niggas stall
We eating good, not my fault, it Wing Stops
My new home look like it’s Al Capone
My new bitch look like she getting involved
My new watch look like I had a stove
Barry Weiss told me I’m gold, God Forgives I don’t
Me and Drizzy like the Beatles nigga
Same ones hatin’, wouldn’t wanna be them niggas
We let em step but we don’t see them niggas
We don’t see them niggas


Drake Feat. Dawn Richard – Where Were You Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drake]
I have to watch the road
I swear that every car that passes has you in it
I can’t believe we’re finished
My life is movin’ fast
The time will often pass
And something will remind me
I can’t put this behind me
I thought you would’ve called by now, by now
You could’ve had my all by now, by now
It’s been too many years for you to disappear
And have me asking the question

[Hook: Colin Munroe]
I wonder whatever became of you
Although, It’s not that I’m surprised, It’s not I didn’t try
It’s not that I was frightened, of you
Although, I said all goodbyes
And, you had all your cries
I wonder whatever became of you
I wonder whatever became of you
I wonder whatever became of you

[Verse 2: Dawn Richard]
I swear I heard you call
But when I heard you’d gone
I hate that I looked desperate
You gone is like me naked
I’m steering not to crash
Trying to make it last
Keep looking close behind me
My eyesight on a memory
I thought you would’ve called by now, by now
You could have all my love right now, by now
Gave into my fears
While you just disappeared
That’s why I’m asking this question…


[Verse 3: Drake]
I can’t go to bed
I’m thinking about my goals
And how we used to say a goal is just a dream with a deadline
Where did the other half of my heart go?
Why am I in bed alone?
How come when I drive by, it looks like you are never home?
Do you even live there?
Or did you take a U-Haul?
Too far, move off and not even tell me that you’re gone?
We were on fire
Somehow that fire cooled off, burnt out
I kept straight, but I wonder how you turned out


Aaliyah Ft Drake – Enough Said Lyrics

[Intro: Aaliyah]
Cause I, ooooh
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah

[Verse 1: Aaliyah]
I can tell you something
But you tell me do you wanna talk about, talk about
You say you got a lot on your mind, sit down lets talk about it (talk about)
I hate to see you feel this way
So tell me what can I do to make it better for you
Make it better for you babe

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah
(Yea wassup)

[Verse 2: Aaliyah]
Baby tell me what I gotta do to get you to talk about (talk about)
Cause we’ve been together a little too long for you not to talk about
So tell me what you would like me to do, to help you, help me, help you
Cause I don’t really want to tell you without you

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeaaaah
Tell me why…


[Verse 2: Drake]
Went from my nigga serving it by the tele
To venues in Manchester just swerving with Balotelli
The fuck are you trying to tell me?
Bothers me when you got to play therapist
That shit’s embarrassin’
They even bring up these niggas make the comparison
They just got to forgive me, this watch is a 150
Still ain’t got the time for a bitch to be acting iffy
Running through the city with niggas I’d give a kidney
Selling under 150 you niggas gotta be kidding
Is this even still a discussion?
Don’t you ever wake up disgusted?
Every million I gain an enemy or a cousin
And people’s feelings have changed ever since I became somethin’
Girls that becoming ladies
And my friends are having babies
And babies are dropping dead in my city
This shit is crazy
And I don’t know if speaking on it helps
This the shit that’s on my mind I just keep it to myself
You know

Can’t you talk to me
Lets talk about it, talk about it
Tell me what you need
Just tell me baby, tell me baby


Came too far to give up
Gotta try, cause I can’t do it on my own
Can’t you talk to me
Tell me what you need
Can’t you talk to me
Tell me what you need

Rick Ross ft Drake & Wale – Diced Pineapples Lyrics

Rick Ross ft Drake & Wale – Diced Pineapples Lyrics are posted below. Rick Ross’s “God Forgives I Don’t” is right around the corner, available in stores July 31st!

Diced pineapple
Tonight you will reach a height that the sky wont catch you
The highest form of my admiration, I ain’t no connoisseur but
I’m kinda sure you will admire my taste
And before the sun graze ya
I’m tryna see how deep you are and believe me shawty I ain’t talking about
no intimate conversation
I’m wanna see if I can make you reach things unattainable when I peek into your nature
And I promise you my goals will exceed any pyshical pleasure
I wanna give you whats better than better
The better my effort, the wetter her treasure
The more these mere moments seem like heavens or
Temporary forever’s
Shawty get it together
Diced Pineapple

May your love come down some of mine might have you
You design my imagination
And let me redefine foreplay so you need ?
Tell me shawty you got it baby
If it’s not it baby
Hope its progress baby
Let it all drip baby
Stop that shaking
No more talking baby
No more talking baby

[Rick Ross]
Shawty so fine, Pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples, there my baby taste the best
I nearly lost my mind
Guess it was a test
Swept her off her feet and went and bought her ass a Lex’
Paid it off cash, so I never wrote a check
Leave my cars at her crib, I’m just stuntin’ on her ex
Pussy’s excellent and I know it sound a mess
I like to make her toes curl as I’m licking on her flesh
Sex all night, couple shots of ciroc
Crib on the water, got Lebron up the block
Money ain’t a thing baby, welcome to the mark
Diced pineapples talking diamonds by the jar
Bitch so bad got me wishing I could sing her
You know form is ? when you on the team
Double-M G them other niggas fell off
Baby girl I just wanna see you well off

Call me crazy, shit at least you calling
Feels better when you let it out don’t it girl
Know it’s easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it cause you mad and you take it all back
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right

[Rick Ross]
Shawty so fine, pussy so fresh
Diced pineapples I just bought my girl a set
I know my lifestyle wild, I do it for the set
She know how to make me smile
And she do it with the sex
Pop bottles, make love, thug passion
Red Bottoms Montclair, high fashion
Belt buckles, door handles gold plated
Balmain, rich denim, out Vegas
French Riviera, baby girl lets take a trip
I’ma trip, go to Cannes, France to catch a flick
Baby listen, this position is a blessing
And with your permission hopefully you’ll learn a lesson
I’m so fly that I shouldn’t even walk
She so fine she ain’t even gotta talk
Diced pineapples, talking diamonds by the jar
She never wrote a song but I know that she’s a star

Call me crazy shit at least you calling
Feels better when you let it out don’t it girl
Yo it’s easy to get caught up in the moment
When you say it cause you mad and you take it all back
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Then we fuck all night til things get right
Aww yeah

Something about her probably cant live without her
Roll up some sour, let me kiss on a fountain
Mission accomplished, you increasing your heart rate
And I won’t ever rescue me the peak of your mountain
Eager to show you, thinking that I should know you
And you eager to work perfect, I can’t employ you
Designer shit spoil you, rub you down with the oil
To get on a higher tree, gonna have to climb a sequoia
Hol’ up, showing off some Agent provocateur
Rushing you out your draws
Though patiently get you off
Hate when they get too anxious though
Hate when they be too ?
Like too get too deep
But I hate to get too deeply involved
How sweet is you
Let me see some proof
Fuck making pussy talk
I like to make it sing a tune
All we need it weed
We don’t need no room
Right now I’m trying
We don’t need a spoon

[Drake – Hook]

Justin Bieber ft. Drake – Right Here Lyrics

[Justin Bieber]
Baby I’m here, I’m here to stay
I ain’t going nowhere,
I know you’re scared, cause you’ve been hurt
Baby it’s alright
Lost in your eyes, every time that you look in mine
Promise to be, all that you need
I won’t leave you baby
No, cause I just wanna love you
I will never ever put nobody up above you
I just wanna kiss you baby I just wanna hug you ’til the end
Baby ’til the end

Cause I’m right-ight here, ain’t nobody gotta hold ya
Cause I’m right-ight here, ain’t nobody gon’ control ya
Cause I’m right right here, yeah yeah
I’m right here (x4) yeah
I’m right here (x2) yeah
I’m right here (x2) yeah

Say you’ll be mine, say we’ll be fine
Say we’ll be together,
Selfish of me to ask,
Since I be the reason we don’t last forever
Wished that you knew all that I do to make this thing go right
Promise to be, all that you need
I won’t leave you baby
No, cause I just wanna love you
I will never ever put nobody else above you
I just wanna kiss you baby I just wanna hug you ’til the end
Baby ’til the end


And I say, good girl’s got her mind right
She been raised right, being patient I know you’re waiting
Waiting on the good things when the time’s right
You should let me get to know you baby

[Drake & Justin Bieber]
I just wanna put it on you, if you want to
Baby tell me what you gon’ do girl
I can make you feel perfect, girl you’re worth it
I just need to see you work it girl


French Montana Feat. Drake, Lil Wayne, Rick Ross – Pop That Lyrics

Don’t stop, pop that, don’t stop
Pop that pop that pop that

[Rick Ross]
Drop that pussy bitch

I’m young Papi, Champagne
They know the face, and they know the name
Drop that pussy bitch
What you twerkin with
Work, work, work, work, bounce
What you twerkin with

[French Montana]
Work, work, work, work, work, work
What you twerkin with
Throw it, bust it open
Show me what you twerk with
Ass so fat need a lap dance
I’m in that white ghost chasing Pac-Man
Hundred out the lot, I be leaning that Ciroc
Hundred large bring a mop
Cars tinted like Barack
Got a Brinks truck in my pocket
Thirty chains on my collar
Two drops, no mileage
Top off like Wallace
And I’m inhaling smoke, bitch know that
Filthy rich before rap
Your new deal, I throw that
Three beans I’m on that
We pop a molly, she buss it open
She seen the ‘gatti, that pussy soaking


[Rick Ross]
I love my big booty bitches, my life a Godfather picture
Local club in my city, I fell in love with a stripper
Bitches know I’m that nigga
Talking four-door Bugatti I’m the life of the party
Let’s get these hoes on the Molly
You know I came to stunt
So drop that pussy bitch
I got what you want, drop that pussy bitch
Film it, film it this bitch want me to film it
Balling, balling like I play for New England
Spend it, spend it, spend a stack every minute
Thats fifty, one hundred, I see no fucking limits
Shout out to Uncle Luke
Shout out my bitches too
We the 2 Live Crew
Two for me, two for you
Feed them bitches carrots
Fuck em like a rabbit
Sorry that’s a habit, smoke a spliff and then I vanish


I’m about being single, seeing double, making triple
I hope you pussy niggas hating never make a nickel
It’s good to make it better when your people make it with you
Money coming, money going, ain’t like you could take it with you
It’s about to be a hit right now, fuck back then we the shit right now
Dropped Take Care, bought a mothafuckin’ crib
Picking up the keys to that bitch right now
OVO that’s major shit, Toronto with me that’s mayor shit
Gettin cheddar packs like KD, OKC that’s player shit
We don’t dress alike, we don’t rap alike
I shine different, I rhyme different
Only thing you got is some years on me
Man fuck you and your time difference
I’m Young Papi, champagne
They know the face and they know the name
Got one watch that could probably pay for like all your chains
And you’d owe me change, ah!
Greystone, twenty bottles that’s on me
On the couch, wildin’ out yelling free my niggas ’til they all free
One of my closest dawgs got three kids and they all three
But we always been that type of crew that been good without a plan B


[Lil Wayne]
Bitch! Stop talkin’ that shit
And suck a nigga dick for some Trukfit
Okay I fuck a bitch and I’m gone
That’s gangsta: Al Capone
I make that pussy spit like Bone
I’m talkin’ ’bout bone, bone, bone bone
I’m fuckin with French, excuse my French
I lose my mind before I lose my bitch
Money ain’t a thing but a chicken wing
Bitch I ball like two eyelids
YMCM beat that pussy up, stop playin’
I make her ass scream and holla like rock bands
I’m a beast, I’m off the leash
I am rich like a bitch
On my Proactiv shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you’s a square
And I will twist you like in a Rubix
Motherfucker I’m on my skateboard
Watch me do a trick ho
I’m 5?5” but I could six nine
Then beat that pussy like Klitschko
It’s French Montana, fuck Joe
It’s Weezy F, fuck hoes
It’s Truk the world
It’s Truk yo girl
It’s Trukfit by the truck load, biatch!


DJ Drama Feat. Drake & Future – We In This B*tch Lyrics

[Verse 1: Drake]
Ok you know you been on my mind, A-town I miss you
And old girl will come late and bring all her tips through
Break up the weed while I brake down my issues
Get paper she blows that, the next day you know that
Daydream at night time I think to much
Then I hit the night club till its day time and I drink to much
Not time for no good girl, they hold on and they clinge to much
I just wanna hood bitch that tells me that I sing too much
Oh yeah, shout out the women playing your position
I be movin through my city like a politician
Hope you dont judge me, cause me and you are all not different
You made me this way, you made me famous, you all assisted
New niggas tryna shine, I didn’t condone it
But im back in this bitch, re-living the moment
Im about to have it popping off again
Drama bout to make it rain on Mary Poppins and her friends

[Hook: Future]
We got money in our pocket, and whatever you’re sipping on
Red-bottom limping around this bitch, what the fuck you tripping on?
Twenty goons, they in this bitch, you better check your tone
And they gon put you back in place if you do something wrong
We in this bitch, yeah we in this bitch
We got a section full of girls and they barely speak any English
Let’s toast it up to that life and I mean it

[Verse 2: Future]
Water water all around damn my diamonds is shinnin’
Money raining on your bitch and future changin’ the climate
All I hang around is millionaires and a bunch of cons
Turn up turn up turn up its like I burped a bunch of suns
Ha from NY back to Atlanta they put my life style on camera
Ain’t trippin’ Im cockin’ hammers addicted to makin’ movies
I like’em when the boojy anytime I step out when I come through it’s (???)
I ain’t rappin’ to you Im into trappin’ with words
And I ain’t braggin’ to you when I say I’m fly as a bird
That girl don’t speak no engo’ but she know all my lingo
She know a robin when she see one and she know a C-Note
I got a hatian girl speak creole and a Spanish girl from Rio
When you put’em in a room together make a perfect combo
They bout’ that life I’m bout’ that life yes we is yes we is
The money bitches and cars come with the life that I live
It shoulda’ been a designer party all this designer ’round me
Pick a name anything money could buy with diamond chains
Diamond rings murcelagos valenciagos we toast it up to the life nigga this ours


Meek Mill Ft Drake & Jeremih – Amen Lyrics

Meek Mill Ft Drake & Jeremih – Amen Lyrics right after the jump. Meek Mill’s mixtape DreamChasers 2 dropping this Monday.

[Meek Mill]
I just wanna thank God
For all the pretty women he let into my life
All the Benjamins he let me count
Wealth and health, for my family
And lettin’ me BALL on these niggas

[Hook: Meek Mill]
Now it’s a lot of bad bitches in the building (Ooh, Amen)
A couple real niggas in the building (Amen)
I’m finna kill niggas in the building (Amen)
I tell the waiter fifty bottles and she tell me say when
And I say church (Preach)
We make it light up like a church (Preach)
She wanna fuck and I say church (Preach)
Do Liv on Sunday like a church (Ahh, Preach)

[Verse 1: Meek Mill]
Bottle after bottle, drink until I overdose
Pull up in the Phantom watch them bitches catch the holy ghost
Everytime I step up in the dealer I be goin’ broke
Shorty wanna fuck me I say get on top and rollercoast
And I lay back, she go cray
Fuck me good, but she no stay
Murder on that pussy let her boyfriend get that DOA
Get it? And all I get is Frito Lay
Plus I’m on probation, when they test me I just pee Rozay
Cause last night, I went hard, Peach Ciroc, Patron and all
Thirty racks on Magnum bottles, I think I was born to ball
Lookin’ like a million plus, fresh I’m out that corner store
Hater I be doin’ me, you guys should be doin’ y’all
I’m stackin’ money to the ceiling
All this ice that’s in my Rollie I be chillin’
And I just made a couple million
So I could take care of them children


[Verse 2: Drake]
Just bought my niggas some cane, so much it came with a plane
Bought my niggas some dope, so much it came with a boat
I just bought me a crib so big it came with a moat
For niggas jumpin’ the fence I hope you niggas can float
And I just hope that I’m forgiven for carin’ ’bout how they livin’
And loanin’ a little money and keepin’ ‘em out of prison
I ain’t lyin’ in my verses I’m just telling you the basics
Of growin’ up with your friends and becoming the one that made it, Yes lord!
All gold, man I got these bitches soul
Talkin’ bout these other rappers getting old is even getting old
Worry ’bout your followers, you need to get your dollars up
Me and Meek, young niggas poppin’ like our collars up
And good ain’t good enough, and your hood ain’t hood enough
Spend my whole life putting on, you spend your whole life putting up
Ain’t no telling when I go, so there ain’t shit that I’mma wait for
I’m the type to say a prayer, then go get what I just prayed for
Nigga, church


[Verse 3: Meek Mill]
Lord forgive me for my sins, I’m just tryna win
And she a devil in that dress but if she knock I let her in
And if she knock I let her in
I had her up by 12 o clock, then 3 o clock she wet again
I’m screamin’ “Oh Lord”
That pussy good, that pussy good
I’m tryin to hold on
I wish I could, you think I should?
She got that million dollar body
Shawty my Bugatti
And she said she got a man
we keep it secret illuminati
(Got Patron On deck)
And Ciroc all in my bottle
(Push it all on here)
She was on that Repressitol
(She take it all off)
And I take her off
And this bitch spinnin’ like I hit the lotto