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Mario, Lil Wayne – Main One ft. Tyga Lyrics MarioVEVO
Ooh-ooh, ooh, oh, yeah

I know you wanna be the main one
I got a whole list of names on the way
I ain’t fuckin’ with the same one
Ooh, I love when you drop it down low
But you’re still high maintenance
Yeah, and you gotta get your hair done
I’ma go hit tae up (gotta hit tae up)
It’s like God did you make up (oh, yeah)

Meet me down in Jamaica (yeah)
Might drow how it wave up (wave up)
If you like her we could gang up (gang up)
I swear to God, it’s what we pray for
Ooh, pipe down, you too dangerous
Yeah, you got horns on your halo (halo)
So horny, what an angel
I’m blessed inside my bed (my bed)
Girl, you could be honest with me (with me)
You ain’t gotta be toxic with me (with me)
You don’t need no other options but me
‘Cause you might just be my

Main one
Main one
Yeah, I gotta a whole list of names on the way
I ain’t fuckin’ with the same one (I ain’t fuckin’ with the same one)
Ooh, I love when you drop it down low
But you’re still high maintenance (still high maintenance)
Yeah, and you gotta get your hair done
I’ma go hit tae up (I’ma go hit tae up)
It’s like God did you make up

Aye, I got two cribs, meet me at the other one (other one)
Black, white maybach and a grey one
When I’m at the bank only time I chase some (chase some)
Thought I play for the lakers way I layup (ooh)
Up five days straight but we ain’t take none
Yeah, I got a few, you wanna take some?
High factory patek this ain’t stainless (big patek)
500k my appraisal
Yeah, chief keef, she got the glow up (she glow)
Yeah, cartier bangel she bouta blow up (blow up)
Put on all of the ice when she show up (show up)
Yeah, diamond chain tangle she go four of ‘em (four of ‘em)

I know you wanna be the main one (‘bout to get more of her)
Yeah, I gotta a whole list of names on the way
I ain’t fuckin’ with the same one (fuckin’ with the same one)
Ooh, I love when you drop it down low
But you’re still high maintenance (ooh yeah)
Yeah, and you gotta get your hair done
I’ma go hit tae up (gotta hit tae up)
It’s like God did you make up (baby)

She say she wanna be my main one
Sunshine when the rain come
Wanna be my ride or die
She wanna ride in lane one
I told her we could flame one
She told me she could bring some
I asked her where it came from
She say we got the same plug
I said, okay, all right, all right
You looking like the wifey type, you looking like tonight’s the night
You looking at me like the light
Them pussy lips just need a kiss, that pussycat need tiger stripes
Your pussy looking like a fist, the dick look like it like to fight
Say she wanna a family man, a fireman, a famous man
And if she’s high maintenance, tell her I can be her maintenance man
Wanna be my main girl, wanna be in wayne’s world
She on me like james earl, don’t tell her I ain’t hers, tunechi

I know you wanna be the main one
Yeah, I gotta a whole list of names on the way
I ain’t fuckin’ with the same one (I ain’t fuckin’ with the same one)
Ooh, I love when you drop it down low
But you’re still high maintenance (ooh yeah)
Yeah, and you gotta get your hair done
I’ma go hit tae up (gotta hit tae up)
It’s like God did you make up (baby)

Girl, you could be honest with me (honest with me)
You ain’t gotta be toxic with me (toxic with me)
You don’t need no other options but me (options but me, ooh-ooh)
Girl, you could be honest with me (honest with me)
You ain’t gotta be toxic with me (toxic with me)
You don’t need no other options but me
‘Cause you might just be my main one
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Nas Ft. 50 Cent – Office Hours (Lyrics Hit-Boy) (New Audio) Lyrics, Letra PaperChaserDotCom
Intro: Nas
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
Yeah, yeah
No reason to stop, ah
That shit just flowin’ like water
Let it float
Bruce Lee said, “Be like water, flow like water”
Just coast
Don’t even think about that
Hip-Hop’s back
Chorus: Nas
Esco, they know over 808’s or fatal over samples
I go yayo, crack music like the Ye song plugged in
Jumper cables, trap bumpin’ like prenatal
’70s I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos

Verse 1: Nas
Godfather, they on payroll, they on go, when I say so
Not to kill, not a halo
They gon’ build, plant tomatoes in the field
Not O.J., white truck negotiator on the phone
Talkin’ paper, office hours all day though
I’m from thе hood that started the YERRR (YERRR)
Go and check and do your rеsearch, I started the surge
That big necklace shit
After the ’80s, after Rakim, I resurrected it
Chest is lit, freezin’, I’m polar vortexin’ it
Got it, quiz me, am I gonna step from the business? (Uh-huh)
A lot of fillings in this game like I just left the dentist (Sheesh)
Without a numbin’ needle
I feed the people ‘cause I love the people
Two series at once, yeah, let’s run the sequel

Bridge: Nas
If I really gotta dumb it down for some of y’all
That’s that Magic and KD at the same time
Not Dumber or Dumber
This ain’t a Dumb or Dumber sequel
Jeff Daniels, Jim Carrey’s my mans (Yeah)
But here’s the plan
Verse 2: Nas & 50 Cent
Multitasker
I don’t need an OG pass
See my trajectory is everlastin’ like Curtis Jackson
Hit 105 and did a crazy tirade
I’m surprised that I acted that way
A baby MAC-10, on my yak shit
Carhartt in the cold
Don’t get confused or used or let them bother your soul
Rap what I live, I sleep good, I have no vendettas
We the reason you spell “NY” with capital letters, listen
And for those who want my position
You gotta step inside a time machine, come back with a vengeance
You should go study my analytics
I shouted people on verses that ain’t deserve it
When it’s turf shit, I stand on business
Shout to the ones at home, I gave passes
Could’ve been a lot of graves full of caskets
Damn, I’m a good guy
For that I think I’m blessed more
All these Fredos could’ve been added to the death score
There’ll be second line dancin’ on St. Charles Street
New Orleans band was jammin’, playin’ a raw beat
They gon’ miss him, sad, they say they stopped his heartbeat
Like his arteries clogged from feastin’ on some hard meat (Haha)
Verse 3: 50 Cent
Innocent victim
Stick ‘em, get ‘em, book ‘em
Good you got ‘em, glad you took ‘em
Black and wasn’t lookin’, headshot
Drill shit up the pole, peel shit, .40 Glock
Kill switch, run, bitch, you still hit
Ratpack ‘em, jump ‘em, gun butt ‘em, rub ‘em
He fight back, slump him
This shit ain’t ‘bout nothin’
You saw it but you ain’t seen shit
This is Queens shit
No ifs, ands or buts in between shit

Bridge: 50 Cent
It’s 50, nigga
You already know how I get when I get on my bullshit (Ha, haha)
Niggas tweakin’ and geekin’ (Huh, huh)
Southside, nigga, QB nigga, yeah
Son, what we gon’ do? Where Jungle at?
What we gon’ do?
We stayin’ in here or we goin’ out?
Shit, we should go out, we rich as a motherfucka

Chorus: Nas
Esco, they know over 808’s or fatal over samples
I go yayo, crack music like the Ye song plugged in
Jumper cables, trap bumpin’ like prenatal
’70s I played with Play-Doh, all I see a bunch of Fredos

Outro: Nas
All I see a bunch of Fredos
All I see a bunch of Fredos, all I—
All I see is a bunch of Fredos, ha
Ha, ayo Fif’, I might put my next album out on G-Unit
You let ‘em slap you around out here
You can’t let ‘em slap you around out here, it’s bad for the family
They put a hand on you, you put two on them
Fuckin’ Fredos
One thing I hate is a fuckin’ Fredo
It’s bad for the family
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