Simon Says (Response) – Knesha ft. MISSRuBy

Here is the latest track by Knesha! A smooth R&B singer from the IE, California. Simon Says – Response, is a song written to conclude the story in the original version by San Bernardino Rapper, Lil Ill, which issues a proposal for sexual game playing. Featuring MISSRuBy (the writer), Simon Says – Response makes it sexy to say NO to sex! Enjoy.

Pusha T – What Dreams are Made Of – Lyrics! Breakdown!

In just one week, Clipse member and G.O.O.D Music’s artist Pusha T will release the follow up of his first mixtape “Fear of God” titled “Fear of God II – Let Us Pray.” This will be Pusha’s first solo EP of which he mentioned will expound on the Fear of God Mixtape. In this song, Pusha talks about drug dealing, and how he anomaly escaped the statistical destiny one faces when leading that lifestyle. With convertible Bentley’s and Louboutins on his feet, Pusha T is What Dreams are Made Of.

Lyrics: [Verse 1]
To all hustla’s with the same interest
Bow your heads as the Lord’s mentioned
Prayer service held in the kitchen
I wish they never found Jimmy Henchmen
I’m what dreams are made of
Cocaine Ronald gave us
Then Nancy tried to save us
By that time we had Motorola pagers
Now we push button start motors
Yacht owners, you small ballin, that’s Pop Warner
Menajahtwas in the bath house
Blew money on ‘em, bitches never bad mouth
You glass slipper bad whores, I just cash out
You open doors, I open jaws and pass out
Luxury is just my lifestyle
I’m Scott free with a million dollar bright smile[Chorus]
You niggas gettin’ money, I never hear about it
Them bricks fell, I skipped jail, lived to tell about it
I’m what dreams are made of
I’m what dreams are made of
Sell that p-ssy to me, I’d rather buy it baby
Look at ya purse you need the help, you can’t deny it baby
I’m what dreams are made of
I’m what dreams are made of
[Verse 2]
Yeah, Louboutins under sweats
A hundred just landed from responding to a text
Niggas talk money but I’m still unimpressed
When these thousand dollar sneakers got me feeling under dressed
Hip Hop bores me, hustla’s applaud me
Too much school boy, not enough rude boy
Nothing match the feeling of pulling up in that new toy
And it aint even half of my safe, tucked like Jew boy
Bentley with the rag-top yarmulke
It says kilometres all on my speedometer
Cocaine under my tongue like thermometer
I got the fever, I never took a breather
Need a way out like Nas needed an Ether
Like Mike Vick chased by PETA
More Pony hairs, more Zebras
More pythons, more lizards[Chorus]