Rap Lyrics - Can somebody write me some? plz..!

millionaire
Rap Lyrics

I'm Millionaire, I'm a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair, My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair, I'm a venereal disease like a menstrual bleed... Threw the pencil and leak on the sheet of the tablet in my mind, Cause I don't write **** cause I ain't got time, Cause my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al mighty dollar, And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha cha chopper, Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha **** a copper, Got the maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin, Tell the coppers... Hahahaha you can't catch em, you can't stop em, I go by them goon rules if you can't beat em then you pop em, You can't man em then you mop em, You can't stand em then you drop em, You drop em cause we pop em like Orville Redenbacher, [Cory Gunz:] I'm millie in here with them Young Money Milli on aires, Think you wheelie pop a wheelie in air, Mac Milli... The Vanilli's in here... I'm a rascal don't get whopped, I get brats who don't give top, ("meaning he gets girls who play hard to give it up") I get tassel, pass you with a flow you could never put a brake on, An I break on anything a nigga take on, Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like I'm Akon, Cause I make cons... Where the base gone, get the base blown, Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops I'm kamikaze drop a rock with them Obamas, Illie in the mind, really with the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime, Fine, chilly gitty on the grind, ****ty on a dime, Penny on the line, Plentys in me, any guinea's with em bigger than a mini and remind I'm... Illie and it's all off G piece and a P... G walk by beep beep, With a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep... She caught by Weezy F, we be the best, Truely to death prove me the rest, Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left... Ha A millionaire I'm a young money millionaire What chyall really want it naw Y'all don't really wanna do it If hip hop is dead I am the embalming fluid And I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it Notice I say 'it' cause to me, it ain't **** Get. It. Call me whacha like trick? Call me on my sidekick Never answer when it's private Man I hate a shy chick Don't you hate a shy chick I had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo' She changed her name to my chick Hahaha, yea boy that's my girl And she pops excellent up in waynes world Totally dude you should See their faces when they see that This robot can move And it's say... Hahaha, yea And it go... That's right I'm a millionaire I'm a Young money cash money fast money Slow money mo' money neva no money What is that, who is that, I never heard of it I will take your picture and make a 'rest in peace' shirt of it Tell those and***** beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cause I Killed and now don't tell no one you heard of me It's like, the beat was screamin, murder me And I'm a, murderer So I murdered it And you and***** is what I eatin I'll make sure of it And he who don't believe me I'll make dessert of him Sherbet him, I mean Shame on him, or her Cut her father up This rap thang, this is my race Gon' take a lap man weezy babys no Now gon' take a nap man, it's nap time I'll holla back at you at snack time Weezy... F... Yea, ok They say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at Who dat Who dat said they gon' beat Lil Wayne My name ain't bic, but I keep that flame boi Who dat one Dat do dat boy Ya'll knew dat True dat swallow And I be the sh Now you got loose bottoms I don't owe you like two vowels But I'd like for you to pay me by the hour Hahaha And I'd rather be pushing flowers, Than to be in the penn sharing showers See Tony told us this world was ours And the Bible told us every girl was sour Don't play in the garden and don't smell her flower Call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower Boy I got so many girls like I'm Michael Lowry Even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me Man, life, just ain't life, without me Hip hop just ain't hip hop, without me Young moola baby C3 -reply by lil mother****ers

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my girl
Rap Lyrics

  just don't know what to say
Thoughts going thru my head all day
Words coming like a beat
Hold on I aint coming easy
I don't know what to think
My mind all blured
My speach is weak
Times seem to get so hard
I feel uneasy
Yet your so far away
I seem to sit and gaze
Of the life I dream
Of just you and me
This feelings weird
Not sure what to feel
Confused
Tierd
But dazzeld by your smile
Boy you got me on fire
Your body hot
Your heart beats locked
...
Wait a minute
...
Every time I see you
My heart skips a beat
Drumming hard
Beatin theift
Holdin on
For the road ahead
Boy I need you
Your in my head
I hear your voice
When I feel alone
I wish I ...
Could pick up the phone
Tell you I love you
Tell you your my world
That boy
I need you here
...
Confused
And
Tierd
Lies
Why I bother
I try and stay strong
Just to hold on
To what I feel
This love is real
Aint no joke
Baby ...
...
Dis **** for real

-reply by mike

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I need help writing a hardcore rap song. It for me and my 2 boyz so thea is 3 of us. We made a group on a website called the insolent onez and I was wondering if you could write a rap song for me so I can put it up on our profile page. It needz to contain things about drugs and violence and sex themes and fighting. So basically heaps of bad stuff. Id be so thankful if anyone could help me. -reply by PlaYBoY

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Replying to iGuest Dude thats eminem how you gonna try and say thats urs haha -reply by dustin

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Replying to iGuest Man, yo lyin ***...Smh That song belongs to the one and only EMINEM. The song is called lose yourself..."all you got up to the moment"? Get the hell on... -reply by None

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