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finnyfromflickr - family feud (megamix) lyrics

[intro: jay-z; drake]
(ha-ya) yeah
my n-gga got on
(ha-ya) my n-gga got on all white, no socks
of course, heh
(ha-ya, ha-ya)
my n-gga got that cocaina on today
that’s how he feel, turn my vocal up (ha-ya)
that’s how you feel, emory? (ha-ya)
turn my vocal up some more
turn my vocal up, guru! (ha-ya)
aight, i got you
turn the music up too (ha-ya-ya-ya)

[verse 1: jay-z & beyoncé]
super bowl goals
my wife in the crib feedin’ the kids liquid gold
we in a whole different mode
kid that used to pitch bricks can’t be pigeonholed
i cooked up more chicken when the kitchen closed
uh, we gon’ reach a billi’ first
i told my wife the spiritual sh-t really work
alhamdulillah, i run through ’em all
hovi’s home, all these phonies come to a halt
all this old talk left me confused
you’d rather be old rich me or new you?
and old n-ggas, y’all stop actin’ brand new
like 2pac ain’t have a nose ring too, huh
n0body wins when the family feuds
but my stash can’t fit into steve harvey’s suit
i’m clear why i’m here, how about you?
ain’t no such thing as an ugly billionaire, i’m cute
(mmmmm) pretty much
if anybody gettin’ handsome checks, it should be us
f-ck rap, crack cocaine
nah, we did that, black-owned things
hundred percent black-owned champagne
and we merrily merrily eatin’ off these streams
y’all still drinkin’ perrier-jouët, hah
but we ain’t get through to you yet, uh
what’s better than one billionaire? two (two)
‘specially if they’re from the same hue as you
y’all stop me when i stop tellin’ the truth

[interlude: jay-z & beyoncé]
hahahaha (ha-ya)
i would say i’m the realest n-gga rappin’ (ha-ya)
but that ain’t even a statement (ha-ya)
that’s like sayin’ i’m the tallest midget (ha-ya)
wait, that ain’t politically correct, forget it (ha-ya)
can i get “amen” from the congregation?
amen, amen (ha-ya)
can i get a “amen” from the congregation?
amen, amen (ha-ya)
ha-ya-ya-ya

[verse 2: drake]
super bowl goals, i’m at the crib with puff
he got kaepernick on the phone, he in a whole different mode
angel hair at 2am for bey and hov
just to show ’em how i treat the city like my humble abode
ayy, tell me if td bank is approvin’ loans
i’m thinkin’ of payin’ wayne what universal owes
my n-gga spent a lifetime goin’ platinum and gold
he should own half of the label, sh-t outta control
somebody get larry jackson on the phone
i need some ownership if we pressin’ go
’cause business is boomin’ on behalf of me
i need a bite outta the apple like adam and eve
we gon’ have to break the billi’ curse
i need my paper long like “a milli” verse
or too long like a sentence from a philly judge
f-ck is the point in all the beefin’ when we really blood?
n0body wins when the family feuds, n-gga
everybody gotta eat, we can’t exclude n-ggas
i make the crib, expandin’ pools and expandin’ rooms
addin’ hammam spas with tannin’ booths, n-gga
that’s truth, no boost, n-gga
but this isn’t all about callin’ truce
i’m still dishin’ out verbal abuse
that sh-t could get re-introduced
if somebody got somethin’ they urgin’ to prove, n-gga
inspirin’ to the youth
new years eve, lookin’ like a royal flush
wait, we all in the same suit
i’m hall of fame in the booth, n-gga
my karma makin’ the news, n-gga
this pudding taste like the proof, n-gga
if i ever see trump, he better salute n-ggas
much as we do, n-gga, for real

[interlude: jay-z & beyoncé]
can i get “amen” from the congregation?
amen, amen (ha-ya)
can i get a “amen” from the congregation?
amen, amen (ha-ya)
ha-ya-ya-ya

[verse 3: lexii alijai]
i never bash yo name online, i mean i never could
all though we split, you still my dawg and we forever good
all them times i said i’d leave, you thought i never would
but now, i spend my nights alone and that’s a better love
i bet these b-tches on your d-ck, they out here tryna get you
they see them diamonds on yo wrist, they wanna be shining with you
but watch yo back cause yo city’s the devil’s playground
these b-tches wanna get on top but make you stay down uh
get you a b-tch who gon stay down
get you a b-tch who gon be right there when you lay down
i know you 21 and you just wanna f-ck for fun
but that’s how we split up, so how the f-ck you still wanna c-m? d-mn, had me feeling like i was one of them
but i’m a diamond my n-gga so you was h-lla dumb
d-mn, let me stop getting so sensitive but when i hear a beat, something in me just wanna vent to it, yeah
let me talk to my men got ya ex back, f-cked up, and lost her again
hmm, man, f-ck be wrong with y’all head?
if you ain’t ready for a chick, let her be bossy instead
let her finish school, let her go to work
let her pay that car note and get everything she deserve

[interlude: jay-z & beyoncé; lil wayne]
hahahah
i’ll be d-mned if i drink some belvedere while puff got cîroc
y’all need to stop
(ha-ya) ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
(ha-ya) ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
(ha-ya) ha-ya, ha-ya, ha-ya
ha-ya-ya-ya
ha-ya, ha-ya
love me like, love
yeah yeah yeah
six sh-t

[verse 4: lil wayne]
i could care less ’bout your squad, i don’t connect when i’m flyin’
i’m on a jet and it’s mine, i just hope the weather is fine
i took the jet to dubai, i took the jet to milan
i took the jet way to africa, shout out my n-gga akon
your b-tch sweatin’ my squad, please get the sweat out her eye
i put the d-ck in her spine, i f-cked the b-tch in her prime
don’t get my credit declined, give all the credit to moms
i flipped the bird at the bird – hey, what’s for dinner? popeyes
these chickens got bird flu, and they chirp, chirp too
always sung, never flew, these boys hot girls too
if money grow on trees, i climb and rest in that b-tch
build a treehouse and knock the bird nest out that b-tch
stuck my neck out and sh-t, then got the heck out that sh-t
and when i did, i took the special effect out of that sh-t
tunechi f ’round this b-tch
the best thing left ’round this b-tch
all you n-ggas some b-tches, i feel like hef ’round this b-tch
you call her stephanie, i call her steph ’round this b-tch
now back to whippin’ the baby on some step mama sh-t
i come direct with my sh-t, i come correct with my sh-t
a blank check on your face, put some respek on my sh-t
branches startin’ to shake, here comes the leaves, get the rake
i want my piece of the cake, it should be sweeter than cake
here come the leaves, get the rake, and we ain’t leavin’ the rake
we made the cleanest escape, although i bleeped in your face
you playin’ wit the right one today
your flag is a white one today
you wearin’ em tight ones today
check me or write one today
you playin’ with fire today
the angel and lion are greats
oh my god, lightning strikin’ twice in this place
should we make a wish or should we make it right in this place?
all this motherf-ckin’ beef, i need some rice on this plate
talked to your wifey today, she feelin’ triflin’ she say
talked to the sniper, he say he aimin’ at diapers today
pick you off like pickin’ peppers, peter piper today
so tell your squad i say “blaow” like spice 1 would say
it’s mortal kombat tonight, it’s street fighter today
i’m major bison, drizzy lit like raiden light up the place
you see blue face hundreds ’til you white in the face
oh my god, it feel like i done life in this place
but swear to god, i got money doin’ life in my safe
put on the gloves like mj, go from og to oj
i make you pay attention then rip your receipt in your face
this for cita and nae, this for my people and bae
i got three sons of a gun, them n-ggas keep me on safe
hol’ up, i am the black god to the church
i am the fat boy to dessert
i am the landlord to the first, got two bangers
one of them go “bada boom,” one of them go “bada bing”
i taught these hoes how to love, i taught these boys how to lean
i’m high in the sky and i twinkle
the eyes don’t lie ’til you blink ’em
keep the iron for the wrinkles
the mansion came with the sprinklers
i want arabian wealth
you snakes come make me a belt
yeah, you know life is a movie, you n-ggas playin’ yourselves

[outro: lil wayne]
d-mn, that’s some six sh-t
yeah, yeah, yeah, i want arabian wealth
you snakes come make me a belt
it’s every man for themselves, it’s every baby for sale
and you know life is a movie, you n-ggas ratin’ yourself
i just hope it’s a p-rn to watch you p-ssies play with yourself
that’s some six sh-t

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