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The official music video featuring Zendaya for "Like We Grown"! http://officialtrevorjackson.com
STN MUSIC HQ – The Atlantic recording artist Trevor Jackson is on the move once again, the star of Disney’s Let It Shine has a new music video “Like We Grown” and it tells about his interest in a girl he likes.
The music video guest stars Zendaya Coleman from Disney’s Shake It Up who plays as the love interest in this music video; She looks to cool with her friends. Later that evening they were on top of the balcony watching the moon in the sky. As they are about to kiss each other their friends came and spoiled the moment.
The music video premiere on Monday at JustJaredJr.com and OfficialTrevorJackson.com.
About That Life (feat. Fabolous, Rick Ross, Nelly, French Montana & T-Pain) Lyrics | DJ Kay Slay
[Intro: DJ Kay Slay]
Ay yo, it's DJ Kay Slay, the drama king.
So this is what it comes down to, huh?
Y'all niggas think y'all 'bout that life?
Well it's time to show and prove.
Fab, set it off!
[Verse 1: Fabolous]
Look, I terminate a bitch, like her name was Sarah Connor.
Where I'm from, we never meet daddies; swear on mommas.
I'm high fashion, so my Gucci reeks of marijuana
My shoes are killing them! I call these a pair of homi-cides.
Put me in the passenger and I'mma ride, cause my mind is full of massacres.
Killer verses, I lay 'em down and fill up hearses.
You can't be the best without knowing who the worst is.
Me and Kay a lot alike, we don't fake nothing.
Thick bitches in my sheets, I be straight stunting
You got the wrong keys, I ain't who to start with
Rise of the apes, now who you monkeys getting smart with?
[Hook: T-Pain]
I'm bout that money, I'm bout that fetty
I'm down to get it by any means necessary
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that strife
Now fuck with me or with my team and you gonna see
Bi-bi-bi-bitch I'm bout that life!
I-I-I'm go-going hard, go-going in.
Tryna get what I can get before these people give me 25 to life.
Now tell them hatin' ass niggas, that hatin' only makes you die quicker.
Cause bitch I'm bout that life!
[Verse 2: Rick Ross]
In love with the money, infatuated with coupes.
Immaculate living, money stack up to my roof.
The baddest of women, purse matchin' the boots.
That's the half, you don't wanna see what's in that fuckin' bag.
Pull it like a flip cam, first you aim it, then you fire.
Penthouse smoker, nigga, I can't get no higher.
Hella bad heroine in every bag she carry "O."
You niggas ain't getting money, fuck it and carry on
The biggest and the richest, fucking self made
Ricky Rozay and my nigga Kay Slay.
Pound of purple green, 2 liter of pink Sprite.
I could flip a brick before a chick can blink twice!
[Hook: T-Pain]
I'm bout that money, I'm bout that fetty
I'm down to get it by any means necessary
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that strife
Now fuck with me or with my team and you gonna see
Bi-bi-bi-bitch I'm bout that life!
I-I-I'm go-going hard, go-going in.
Tryna get what I can get before these people give me 25 to life.
Now tell them hatin' ass niggas, that hatin' only makes you die quicker.
Cause bitch I'm bout that life!
[Verse 3: Nelly]
You know what? You don't like me, I don't give a fuck
Respect is like some money to me, I don't get enough!
Like I ain't put on the hardest city in America
St. Louis, and we ain't scared of ya.
King of the drama, see him rollin' with the drama king.
Yo Kay Slay, you want lil' momma from your magazine?
You know the one that's got a body like a cartoon
Ass like a whale 'til lil' durrty gotta harpoon.
Woo! This stacking racks on racks
Go check my hallways mother fucker, plaques on plaques.
These niggas lying a lot, I'm speaking facts on facts
My hotel room's infested durrty, blacks on blacks.
[Hook: T-Pain]
I'm bout that money, I'm bout that fetty
I'm down to get it by any means necessary
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that strife
Now fuck with me or with my team and you gonna see
Bi-bi-bi-bitch I'm bout that life!
I-I-I'm go-going hard, go-going in.
Tryna get what I can get before these people give me 25 to life.
Now tell them hatin' ass niggas, that hatin' only makes you die quicker.
Cause bitch I'm bout that life!
[Verse 4: French Montana]
Looking at a dollar bill, saw the White House.
Then I flipped a couple bills, bought a white house.
Triple beam on a triple stack, triple back
Going back court like I dribbled back, simple fact
When that drop roller and that top fold up
Bitches going both ways like they're bipolar.
Pop the ace Black Jack, ski mask, black mac
Hit the back of your head, turn your fitted to a snapback.
Best of the greatest, bought the pussy and paid for maintenance.
Waste of money, wack head, the bitch brainless.
Word to Kay Slay, you niggas straight stuntin'.
I be spending seven digits like it ain't nothin'.
[Hook: T-Pain]
I'm bout that money, I'm bout that fetty
I'm down to get it by any means necessary
I'm bout that drama, I'm bout that strife
Now fuck with me or with my team and you gonna see
Bi-bi-bi-bitch I'm bout that life!
I-I-I'm go-going hard, go-going in.
Tryna get what I can get before these people give me 25 to life.
Now tell them hatin' ass niggas, that hatin' only makes you die quicker.
Cause bitch I'm bout that life!
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King Wizard Lyrics | Kid Cudi
[Hook]
I can’t decide
What if life’s a lie?
I push the lames aside
They’ll learn
I can’t ever front, know why?
It’s not my style, no lie
Fuck all the talk
In time, they’ll burn
I can’t decide
What if life’s a lie?
I push the lames aside
They’ll learn
I can’t ever front, know why?
Its not my style, no lie
They’ll never take me alive
King Wizard!
[Verse 1]
You love that little bit of new, now throwback
Cleveland City snakeskin snapback
Niggas know that uniform, keep the brim low
You doubt him, don't know a damn thing about him
What is hip hop without him, y'all niggas just really don't know
Go, all day every day, hold on with all might
I gave the world my heart and they gave the kids insight
Yup now fuck you I ain't left
I'm outta my mind like all the time
And a nigga ain't missed one step (yet, yup)
[Hook]
I can’t decide
What if life’s a lie?
I push the lames aside
They’ll learn
I can’t ever front, know why?
It’s not my style, no lie
Fuck all the talk
In time, they’ll burn
I can’t decide
What if life’s a lie?
I push the lames aside
They’ll learn
I can’t ever front, know why?
Its not my style, no lie
They’ll never take me alive
King Wizard!
[Verse 2]
My head hurt, gotta give me something that'll make me feel good
I remember couldn't tell a nigga nothing, man I wish you would
Niggas ain't working, like me I had to put my bid in
All this rose gold I'm dipped in
Juste un clou, while I coast through clouds
That's my life babe, crystal clear, no cascade
I'm going, going I'm on a crusade
To save the kids from the weak shit
It's finally gonna be my world
Here all the girls can be my girl
Just sit back count stacks girl
Hold a nigga down all the time girl
[Hook]
I can’t decide
What if life’s a lie?
I push the lames aside
They’ll learn
I can’t ever front, know why?
It’s not my style, no lie
Fuck all the talk
In time, they’ll burn
I can’t decide
What if life’s a lie?
I push the lames aside
They’ll learn
I can’t ever front, know why?
Its not my style, no lie
They’ll never take me alive
King Wizard!
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ASAP Rocky – Fuckin Problem Lyrics
Featuring: 2 Chainz, Drake & Kendrick Lamar
Produced By: Noah "40" Shebib
[Hook: 2 Chainz, Drake, and Rocky]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
[Verse 1: A$AP Rocky]
Hold up bitches simmer down
Takin' hella long bitch give it to me now
Make that thing pop like a semi or a nine
Oh baby like it raw with a shimmy shimmy ya
Huh, ASAP get like me
Never met a motherfucker fresh like me
All these motherfuckers wanna dress like me
Put the chrome to your dome make you sweat like Keith
Cause I'm the nigga, the nigga nigga, like how you figure?
Getting figures and fuckin bitches, she rollin' Swishers
Brought her bitches, I brought my niggas, they getting bent up off the liquor
She love my licorice, I let her lick it
They say money make a nigga act nigger-ish
But at least a nigga nigga rich
I be fuckin' broads like I be fuckin' bored
Turn a dyke bitch out have her fuckin' boys, beast
[Hook]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
[Verse 2: Drake]
I know you love it when this beat is on
Make you think about all of the niggas you've been leading on
Make me think about all of the rappers I've been feeding on
Got a feeling that's the same dudes that we speakin' on, oh word?
Ain't heard my album? Who you sleepin' on?
You should print the lyrics out and have a fucking read-along
Ain't a fucking sing-along unless you brought the weed along
Then ju.. (Okay, okay, okay)
Then just drop down and get yo' eagle on
Or we can stare up at the stars and put the Beatles on
All that shit you talkin' bout is not up for discussion
I will pay to make it bigger, I don't pay for no reduction
If it's comin' from a nigga I don't know, then I don't trust it
If you comin' for my head, then motherfucker get to bustin'
Yes Lord, I don't really say this often
But this long dick nigga ain't for the long talking, I beast
[Hook]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
[Verse 3: Kendrick Lamar]
Yeah ho this the finale
My pep talk turn into a pep rally
Say she's from the hood but she live inside in the valley now
Vaca'd in Atlanta, then she going back to Cali
Got your girl on my line, world on my line
The irony I fuck 'em at the same damn time
She eyeing me like a nigga don't exist
Girl, I know you want this dick
Girl, I'm Kendrick Lamar
AKA Benz is to me just a car
That mean your friends need to be up to par
See my standards are pampered by threesomes tomorrow
Kill 'em all dead bodies in the hallway
Don't get involved listen what the crystal ball say
Halle Berry, hallelujah
Holla back I'll do ya, beast
[Hook]
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck I got a fuckin problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fuckin problem
And yeah I like to fuck, I got a fuckin problem
If finding somebody real is your fuckin problem
Bring ya girls to the crib maybe we can solve it
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Diamonds Lyrics | Rihanna
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