DJ KHALED


Hip Hop Lyrics

This shit's special
This shit's special
DJ Khaled

And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her
She left me stranded in my nightmares
Takin' pictures of my memories, she right there

Twistin' on the blade in my heart, deep
Always on my mind so I can't sleep
She used to tell me she was all mine
Now the only way I see the broad is online

I'm doin' drugs tryin' to feel you
I'm killin' me tryin' to kill you
I built my whole life around you
I thought I found it all when I found her

Shoppin' sprees on whatever coast
How'd you really feel, I may never know
And as I ride through these streets
With my hand on my heat, eyes red from the sweets

I realize some things never change
Once in love and it's gone
You don't look at it the same man
Fuck love 'cause she don't live here

I'm soaked in blood but I'm still here
Hip hop heartbreaks, straight-laced
Deep bass, 808s plus the mixtapes
Got a nigga feelin' like I up and left ya

Get away now you all in the lectures
Being studied by the college's professors
Now I regret the day I met ya, I'll be the first one
To say it, she ain't the one you want to play with
I fucked hip hop

And if I cry two tears for her
That would be the most that I can give to her
I am Joseph, Darryl, Jason, Dr Dre, O'Shea
And a host of those who passed away

Today I'm Drake, I'm Wayne, 2 Chainz
You say you wanna rap to this bitch
You must commit, then you're a slave to your grave
You won't get out, you cannot quit

She menstruates weekly, her Vibe covers keep you warm
But the Source to her heart is love, word up, right on
You know how girls are, she love when you lickin' on her
World star kissin' on her belly, trick on her and onyx

Confused fans think that she illuminates demonic
But she's the object of my affections, god's essence
God bless her, she bought me Bentleys, Breitlin's
Made some friends resent me

For writin' about my life, they thought I should have stayed quiet
She took me to places I would have never saw without her
And she took me from my girl powder
I doubt I'll ever be the same, hallowed be thy name

Give me strength so I don't do this dame like Orenthal James
Brad warned me while drivin' this auburn Ferrari
Never follow in her games, I fuck around and I'll be sorry
But I tried her, used to ride her for dollars not the fame

She slowed me down and had me guzzlin' on cups of lean
She's a middle-aged cougar, showin' young'uns the dream
Notice she wasn't breathin' for a second then I screamed
"She's dead" and everybody took it out on Nasty

I was just lookin' out for my music family
Wasn't tryin' to claim her to myself, she's yours
You can have her, she's a motherfuckin' whore
I fuck hip hop

And if I cry two tears for her
That will be the most that I would give to her

these lyrics are submitted by BURKUL4

Songwriter(s): Kevin Crowe, Joseph Ward Simmons, Peter Overend Watts, Erik Ortiz
Copyright: Mott Music, Rook Flair Publishing, American Def Tunes Inc., Sony/ATV Tunes LLC, Emi April Music Inc., Ll Cool J Music, Warner-tamerlane Publishing Corp., Colionejl Publishing, Protoons Inc.
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