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Notorious B.I.G. & 2Pac & Flume - Holdin On / Runnin (Mashup) [Lyrics]
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➥ Lyrics:
We the-we the Mali n*ggas that came up from hitting licks
We don't do that convo, that talking that get you hit
I keep a thingy on my side and I love her just like my bitch
So any little vio', I spin it and let it rip (Cone)
It's like we don't do no one-on-ones, broski's serving two-on-twos
Who the fuck you lying on? Pull up out the stick and move
Said I'm only gonna buy it once, but this thing, it got plenty moves
They got my brothers in for firearms, robberies and hitting moves
[Verse 1: Clavish]
Ah, I say wallahi a lot, none of my n*ggas are Mali
I got my jail n*ggas with a canteen or a Marty
I don't evеn trust blood, got finessed by my auntie
Nowadays push to start, I ain't twisting a car kеy
I wear Chrome Hearts, even though I'm heartless
I'm tryna get hands-on, forgetting I'm an artist
Forgetting I'm a star and my name's where the chart is
Any guns for sale, I'll buy any on the market (Cone)
Go ask Chaney what she thinks of me
She'll tell you I'm the sweetest kid
Don't ask Aaliyah 'cah she'll tell you that I'm a piece of shit
Stare for too long and I'ma think you tryna pree my wrist
Taking half a box was the easiest
[Chorus: KAWALi]
We the Mali n*ggas came up from hitting licks
We don't do that convo, that talking that get you hit
I keep a thingy on my side and I love her just like my bitch
So any little vio', I spin it and let it rip
It's like we don't do no one-on-ones, broski's serving two-on-twos
Who the fuck you lying on? Pull up out the stick and move
Said I'm only gonna buy it once, but this thing, it got plenty moves
They got my brothers in for firearms, robberies and hitting moves
[Verse 2: wewantwraiths]
My n*gga went to jail, he got caught out for selling bricks (Free up)
My F n*ggas are Mali, make twenty quids every flip (Ye)
That's the city I reside, we turned that E money legit (Ye, ye, ye)
They gave my n*gga twenty five 'cause he walking blind with a stick (Ye, ye, ye)
Wiilasha la waaye waakuwaan, that's my n*ggas
Race n*ggas, time I pray that time go by quicker (Ye, ye)
Saved a stack a week now every month I make five figures (Ye, ye)
KAWALi might kawa your bitch to fly Dubai with her
We the Mali n*ggas, the definition of lit
The zombie killer by my side, take your arteries out your ribs
I'm screaming, "Free all of the guys", that's the only n*ggas I miss (Ye, ye, ye)
We put the shusher on the usher (Ye, Cone), this mean it came with a lisp
[Chorus: KAWALi]
We the-we the 'Mali n*ggas came up from hitting licks
We don't do that convo, that talking that get you hit
I keep a thingy on my side and I love her just like my bitch
So any little vio', I spin it and let it rip
[Verse 3: KAWALi]
It's like all these funny faces, I'm just tryna work who's who
I feel so comfy in the trap, that's what I'm used to
Po-police asking questions like it's Blues Clues
Can't bring my brodie to the show 'cah he a loose screw
You ain't a six then you can't show fair
Ain't seen my brodie for a while, it's been like four years
I seen a n*gga die for less, I beg you don't stare
I took a trip to the maz to get my thoughts cleared
'Cause many men wish death upon me (Upon me)
But I don't fear a thing, I know it's on me (On me)
Got money on my mind, these days, I can't sleep (Can't sleep)
Forever got the guys, I know they got me (Got me), but n*ggas tryna take my life away
[Chorus: KAWALi]
We the Mali n*ggas came up from hitting licks
We don't do that convo, that talking that get you hit
I keep a thingy on my side and I love her just like my bitch
So any little vio', I spin it and let it rip
It's like we don't do no one-on-ones, broski's serving two-on-twos
Who the fuck you lying on? Pull up out the stick and move
Said, I'm only gonna buy it once, but this thing, it got plenty moves
They got my brothers in for firearms, robberies and hitting moves
[Outro]
It's like if your 'Mali hittin' licks then tell me, say, "Wallahi"
Gettin' lit, gassed splittin' fity-fifty with my dargies
Pop smoke, I bring the burner, welcome to the party
I can't trust that n*gga, know he talkin' to the rallies (Cone)
Yeah, you know
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➥ Lyrics:
I'm still a fan even though I was salty
Hate to see you with some other broad, know you happy
Hate to see you happy if I'm not the one drivin'
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm so mature, I'm so mature
I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men
I don't want none, I just want you
If I can't have you, no one should, I might
[Chorus]
I might kill my ex, not the best idea
His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here?
I might kill my ex, I still love him, though
Rather be in jail than alone
[Verse 2]
I get the sense that it's a lost cause
I get the sense that you might really love her
The text gon' be evidence, this text is evidence
I try to ration with you, no murders, no crime of passion
But, damn, you was out of reach
You was at the farmer's market with your perfect peach
Now I'm in amazement, playin' on my patience
Now you layin' face-down, got me sayin' over a beat
[Pre-Chorus]
I'm so mature, I'm so mature
I'm so mature, I got me a therapist to tell me there's other men
I don't want none, I just want you
If I can't have you, no one will, I (I might)
[Chorus]
I might kill my ex, not the best idea
His new girlfriend's next, how'd I get here?
I might kill my ex, I still love him, though
Rather be in jail than alone
[Bridge]
I did it all for love (Love)
I did it all on no drugs (Drugs)
I did all of this sober
I did it all for us, oh
I did it all for love (Love)
I did all of this on no drugs (Drugs)
I did all of this sober
Don't you know I did it all for us? (I'm gon' kill your ass tonight)
[Chorus]
Oh, I just killed my ex, not the best idea (Idea)
Killed his girlfriend next, how'd I get here?
I just killed my ex, I still love him, though (I do)
Rather be in hell than alone
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➥ Lyrics:
Taking off for that cash like torpedo (Yeah)
And your pockets too tight just like a speedo (Ayy)
I already got a lot but I need more, fire (Yeah)
She gotta suck my whole soul (Ooh-oh)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I'm a soldier, no limit (Limit)
Just call me lieutenant ('Tenant)
I'll be done in a minute (Yeah)
I'm testin' the fish (Fish)
Married to the game, put a ring on it (On it)
It it what it is (Yeah)
It's red on the bottom of my feet (Feet)
I'm steppin' in Christians (Step)
Lord, forgive me for sinnin' (Sinnin')
I'm chokin' the engine (Chokin' the engine)
Broke the record like Ripley (Ripley)
I had to take risky (Risky)
My bitch she so spoiled, throw a hissy fit (Fit)
I had to put ice on my ligaments (Ayy)
Need a bitch can count up a milli with (Milli)
That's what I call friends with benefits (Benefits)
[Verse 1: Swae Lee]
Bad lil' bitch in my lap
She see the bird (Bird), she get a key (Key)
Carbon, it come with the spoiler (Uh)
I'm finna, uh, drift in this whip (Whip, okay)
Flooded that ho with the rack
Stand on the turnbuckle, I'm the champ (Yeah)
N*gga, we live and direct ('Rect)
Say no to drugs, I get a rush (Rush)
Takin' off to the money, torpedo (Come on)
Now all the hoes tryna find me like Nemo (Find me)
Pockets is tight as a speedo (Speedo, tight)
Jet fuel makin' me float (Float)
What exactly they mad at me for? (For)
She talkin' too much, put dick in her throat (Take it)
[Pre-Chorus: Swae Lee]
Taking off for that cash like torpedo (Yeah)
And your pockets too tight just like a speedo (Ayy)
I already got a lot but I need more, fire (Yeah)
She gotta suck my whole soul (Ooh-oh)
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I'm a soldier, no limit (Limit)
Just call me lieutenant ('Tenant)
I'll be done in a minute (Yeah)
I'm testin' the fish (Fish)
Married to the game, put a ring on it (On it)
It it what it is (Yeah)
It's red on the bottom of my feet (Feet)
I'm steppin' in Christians (Step)
Lord, forgive me for sinnin' (Sinnin')
I'm chokin' the engine (Chokin' the engine)
Broke the record like Ripley (Ripley)
I had to take risky (Risky)
My bitch she so spoiled, throw an hissy fit (Fit)
I had to put ice on my ligaments (Ayy)
Need a bitch can count up a milli with (Milli)
That's what I call friends with benefits (Benefits)
[Verse 2: Slim Jxmmi]
Am I wrong for puttin' the check first?
Checkin' every box on my wishlist
Dove in the deep end head first, yes sir
I'm the one that show up early and I get straight to work, yes sir
You can bet the bag on me, n*gga, 'cause I know my worth (Yeah), ayy
We off a lil' Reposado (Reposado)
She slurpin' me like Marciano
Black chains, Johnny Bravo (Johnny Bravo)
Chasin' that chicken no Roscoe's
Said he talkin' that check, mi hablo
Got a couple of cribs like Pablo
Louboutins steppin' on raw, ho (For real)
You know I live for the right ho (Yeah)
She said I'm country like Joe Dirt (Joe Dirt)
In the Lambo truck, I bet she go bezerk (Skrr)
If I flex on you n*ggas, it's gon' hurt (Gon' hurt)
I'm a martian like Wayne, I ain't on Earth (I ain't from this Earth)
Takin' off like torpedo (Woo)
Big bankroll, no Neo (No Neo)
Young Jim got the G code (G code)
I'm wild boy like Steve-O
[Chorus: Swae Lee]
I'm a soldier, no limit (Limit)
Just call me lieutenant ('Tenant)
I'll be done in a minute (Yeah)
I'm testin' the fish (Fish)
Married to the game, put a ring on it (On it)
It it what it is (Yeah)
It's red on the bottom of my feet (Feet)
I'm steppin' in Christians (Step)
Lord, forgive me for sinnin' (Sinnin')
I'm chokin' the engine (Chokin' the engine)
Broke the record like Ripley (Ripley)
I had take risky (Risky)
My bitch she so spoiled, throw an hissy fit (Fit)
I had to put ice on my ligaments (Ayy)
Need a bitch can count up a milli with (Milli)
That's what I call friends with benefits (Benefits)
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➥ Lyrics:
Walk around the world, it feel like every place the same
I look into your eyes and see that you are in some pain
Freddie gonna help the business, help a rope around your neck
Gonna help you make a choice, let it sit, don't let it rest
You a pest, what the fuck, you left a mess
It's okay, I'll just say that your body's gone today
You in Hell, I don't think you failed, you just made some bail
Come that day, it gets worse and I hope you fucking hurt
[Chorus]
Now what's the word, captain?
I think I caught you lackin'
There are ninе more layers than this hell's packin'
No tippy tappin', bitch I comе in rippy rappin'
I feel lucky I'm not you
At the top I do the do
Stuck in the fuckin' darkness and it's cold, at heart
Haven't felt sun in some days, bitch, where do I start?
Start from the top, and the next stop the bottom
Rock bottom baby, I swear I already got em'
[Verse 2]
Close your eyes and think of something for me
Think of all the times that you've been feeling kinda lonely
What could you do with your time instead?
What? You smoking weed, you fuck your bitch and go to bed
Notice all the colors that you seeing in your head
Now strip away that shit and feel the darkness, feel it spread
This is what is like to be known as dead
Now open up your eyes, you see the world it is red
[Chorus]
Now what's the word, captain?
I think I caught you lackin'
There are nine more layers than this hell's packin'
No tippy tappin', bitch I come in rippy rappin'
I feel lucky I'm not you
At the top I do the do
Stuck in the fuckin' darkness and it's cold, at heart
Haven't felt sun in some days, bitch, where do I start?
Start from the top, and the next stop the bottom
Rock bottom baby, I swear I already got em'
Now what's the word, captain?
I think I caught you lackin'
There are nine more layers than this hell's packin'
No tippy tappin', bitch I come in rippy rappin'
I feel lucky I'm not you
At the top I do the do
Stuck in the fuckin' darkness and it's cold, at heart
Haven't felt sun in some days, bitch, where do I start?
Start from the top, and the next stop the bottom
Rock bottom baby, I swear I already got em'
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➥ Lyrics:
It's cuffin' season
And now we've got a reason
To get a big boy, I need a big boy
Give me a big boy (Big, b-big, b-big, big boy)
It's cuffin' season
And all the girls are leavin'
To get a big boy (Big boy), I need a big boy (Big boy)
I want a big boy
[Verse 1: Keke Palmer]
I need a big boy w-wit' polar bear arms
Keeps me warm in a winter snow storm
Wind chill is bitin' but his jackets are zipped
He bring in my groceries in just one trip
[Verse 2: Ego Nwodim]
Till the sun comes back, I need a big boy hottie
Makes his own heat with his big boy body
For the next three months, skinny boys is dead
Forget a six-pack, I need the whole damn keg
[Verse 3: Punkie Johnson]
Big boy w-with a big ole back
A California king, refrigerator stacked
With steaks on steaks on steaks on steaks on steaks
Bu-bu-butter, bacon, cheese, and lasagna in the tray
[Verse 4: Cecily Strong]
Need an enormous man with an enormous stand
Feeds me snacks with his enormous hands
And I hope he asks me to be his winter-wife
'Cause messin' with a big boy will change your life
[Chorus: SZA]
It's cuffin' season
And all the girls be needin'
I need a big boy, I want a big boy
Give me a big boy
[Verse 5: Ego Nwodim]
I need a big boy body, like a bouncer
Big mouth-breather and legs like a monster
Get in the bed and he gonna do me right
And when we all done he gonna snore all night
And then he stops
Hey, babe
Did this man just die?
[Verse 6: Keke Palmer & Cecily Strong]
Anything I need, my big boy got it
If I need a snack, he got Snickers in his pocket
Big warm hoodie, yeah, you know I'm gonna rock it
And if we gon' travel, you know he gon' put me in first-class 'cause he don't fit in the back
[Bridge: Punkie Johnson & Keke Palmer]
Hey, big boys (Ah, ah)
Go big boys (Ah, ah)
Hey, big boys (Ah, ah)
I like 'em big boys (Ah, ah)
Oh, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, Punkie
I thought you only liked girls
I love girls, but they can't keep me warm
I wanna be the little-spoon sometimes
It's like this
[Verse 7: Punkie Johnson]
I been mannin' up the whole year
Taking care of kids and wife
I mow the lawn, take out the trash
You don't think that I be tired?
All I do is work and stress and I could use a big boy so I could just relax
He need to have them love-handles in the front and in the back
And, yes, I want 'em three layers like McDonald's BigMacs
But if we talkin' girls, yo, I like my women big and it don't matter what the season
Like 'em thick all year, yeah, yeah
[Chorus: SZA]
It's cuffin' season
And now we got a reason
To get a big boy, I want a big boy
Give me a big, big, big boy
[Outro: Kenan Thompson & Saturday Night Live]
We out here, ladies
We the reason for the season
These bears don't hibernate in the winter
You know where to find us
We'll be shovelin' snow in shorts
Big, b-big, b-big boys
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➥ Lyrics:
Yeah, uh (That boy Jaasu, he a fool)
You playin' checkers and I'm playin' chess, baby, we are not one and the same
I'm covered in diamonds, I'm covered in diamonds
[Chorus: 24kGoldn]
You playin' checkers and I'm playin' chess, baby, we are not one and the same
I'm covered in diamonds, I'm feelin' the pressure to cover up all the pain
You can drive in a Rover or drive in a Range, just don't drive me so fuckin' insane
'Cause I'm feelin' stressed, but I know that I'm blessed, baby, this shit is hard to explain
[Verse 1: 24kGoldn]
Ayy, check this, put ten million on my checklist (Checklist)
My next lick, pray to God gon' be my best lick (Best lick)
My ex bitch fucked it all up for my next bitch (Next bitch)
You know how far people will go when they get desperate
So I'm savin' up my goddamn money (Racks)
Reckless, but move carefully
Fuck you, you wasn't there for me
Real n*ggas, no squares with me (Ooh)
Master P, it got no limit
Want somethin', I go get it
Pass her, let the bros hit it (Ayy, ayy)
Dream chasin' ain't complex, no
[Chorus: 24kGoldn & Bandmanrill]
You playin' checkers and I'm playin' chess, baby, we are not one and the same
I'm covered in diamonds, I'm feelin' the pressure to cover up all the pain
You can drive in a Rover or drive in a Range, just don't drive me so fuckin' insane
'Cause I'm feelin' stressed, but I know that I'm blessed, baby, this shit is hard to explain
You playin' checkers and I'm playin' chess, baby, we are not one and the same
I'm covered in diamonds, I'm feelin' the pressure to cover up all the pain
You can drive in a Rover or drive in a Range, just don't drive me so fuckin' insane
'Cause I'm feelin' stressed, but I know that I'm blessed, baby, this shit is hard to explain (Ayy)
[Verse 2: Bandmanrill]
I'm ridin' in the 'Vette, he ridin' in a hoopty, boy, we is not one and the same (No, no)
And that bitch, yeah, she bad but she only wanna fuck me for the money and fame (I know)
If your n*ggas ain't bagged or if you did not lose a homie, do not talk about pain (On bro)
In that storm, it get real, I kept my hoodie on, stood tall in the rain, oh
You ain't my homie, no, I'm not tryna kick it
Bitch, I'm the one in my hood, I'm the ticket (Yeah, yeah)
I signed a deal, this shit hit like a picket
I'm tryna fuck, I want Jada, no Pinkett, on bro
Bitch, I could rap and I'm with it
Got that n*gga Goldn, we in this bitch spittin'
Play with my n*ggas, on bro, then they spinnin'
Play with my n*ggas, on bro, we spinnin'
[Bridge: 24kGoldn]
California (California), yeah, that's the place that I call home
Arizona ('Zona), I got some family down the road
Minnesota ('Sota), I leave my heart wherever it's cold
Cross the border (Border), around the corner
[Chorus: 24kGoldn]
You playin' checkers and I'm playin' chess, baby, we are not one and the same
I'm covered in diamonds, I'm feelin' the pressure to cover up all the pain
You can drive in a Rover or drive in a Range, just don't drive me so fuckin' insane
'Cause I'm feelin' stressed, but I know that I'm blessed, baby, this shit is hard to explain
You playin' checkers and I'm playin' chess, baby, we are not one and the same
I'm covered in diamonds, I'm feelin' the pressure to cover up all the pain
You can drive in a Rover or drive in a Range, just don't drive me so fuckin' insane
'Cause I'm feelin' stressed, but I know that I'm blessed, baby, this shit is hard to explain
[Outro: 24kGoldn]
California, yeah, that's the place that I call home
Arizona, I got some family down the road
Minnesota, I leave my heart wherever it's cold
Cross the border, around the corner
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➥ Lyrics:
Keep the bitch ju-u-ump, keep it on ju-u-ump (Jump)
Keep the bitch ju-u-ump
I got it cool, for a ten
The bitch get loose, she tryna win
I beat her by the house, I beat her in
There's forty in the couch, I let her spend
[Verse 1: Don Toliver]
When it calls lit, better call in
She done popped all out, she can call twin
I done went to spazzed out, I put the raw in
I done hit the strip club and spent a tall ten
But shawty off the Clicquot
She been comin' hot just like a heat stroke (Heat strokе)
I could see you lurkin' through the peephole
I'm stackin' differеnt money, type C notes (C notes)
I'm talkin' C notes, n*gga, hit C notes
[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver]
You spend what you want and you get what you want
I guess you got what you wanted
You're hittin' the pole and you give it your all
Now, you keepin' it honest (Yeah)
It's too many nights I went nameless
It's too many nights I went famous
It's too many nights I went brainless, sayin', "Uh-uh-uh-uh" (Yeah)
Let's get dru-u-unk
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Keep the bitch ju-u-ump (Keep jump)
Keep the bitch ju-u-ump (Keep jump)
Keep the bitch—
I got it cool, for a ten
The bitch get loose, she tryna win
I beat her out the house, I beat her in
There's money in the couch, I let her spend
[Verse 2: Don Toliver]
You made a hundred and you fall back, did you wanna call back?
Knowin' that you're all that, bae
I was two hundred on your dashboard, stampin' out your passport
Ask me if I'm really okay
[Bridge: Don Toliver]
You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you want
You get what you want, you want, you want
[Pre-Chorus: Don Toliver]
You spend what you want and you get what you want
I guess you got what you wanted
You're hittin' the pole and you give it your all
Now, you keepin' it honest (Yeah)
It's too many nights I went nameless
It's too many nights I went famous
It's too many nights I went brainless, sayin', "Uh-uh-uh-uh" (Yeah)
Let's get dru-u-unk
[Chorus: Don Toliver]
Keep it on ju-u-ump (Jump)
Keep it on ju-u-ump
[Interlude: Don Toliver]
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Keep it on ju-u-ump)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Keep it on ju-u-ump)
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh (Keep it on ju-u-ump)
Ooh-ooh (Hahaha)
[Outro: Future]
Bottega Veneta whenever you ride with me
It ain't like I'm askin' you to ride for free
From trappin' to rappin', need to be proud of me (Proud of me)
Back out the studio and throw parties (Throw parties)
Money comin' too fast, I can't slow it (I can't slow it)
Feel like I'm runnin' from my past, I can't slow down
So many nights, 'bout to crash (Skrrt)
Now I'm buyin' the foreigns, all cash
I can't slow down
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➥ Lyrics:
I'm fuckin' bitches with my GoPro
Pido a la vida I won't go broke
All of these bitches, they want hardcore (Yeah, Ayy)
Pussy, you talking but won't fade, I know
I need the coke, I can't cope, ho (Yeah, yeah)
Dive in that pussy and I slow stroke (Yeah)
Triple the X, I might triple the cup
I might double it up, I might no scope
I might bedazzle my pistol, ayy
"X, you a goon, what's your issue?" ayy
Diamonds electric like Raichu, ayy
If you need lean, I might pint you, ayy
Hollow tips all in my rifle, ayy
Make your head lean like the Eiffel, ayy
Said my dick look like the Eiffel, ayy
If you say I'm white, I might fight you
[Chorus]
Double up, ayy (Okay)
Double up, ayy
Double up, ayy
Double up, ayy
Double up, ayy
I just got two bitches, need a double cup, ayy
I just got two bitches, need to double up, ayy
Double up, ayy
Double up, ayy
Double up, ayy
Double up, ayy
I just brought them bitches, need a double cup, ayy
I just got two bitches, need a double cup
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➥ Lyrics:
We the Best Music
Another one!
DJ Khaled
[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber & DJ Khaled]
Yeah, you're lookin' at the truth
The money never lie, no
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one
Early mornin' in the Dawn
Know you wanna ride now (Let's ride, let's ride!)
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one, yeah
And you sick of all those other imitators
Don't let the only real one intimidate ya
See you watchin', don't run outta time now
I'm the one, yeah
[Chorus: Justin Bieber & Quavo]
Oh-eh-oh-oh-oh, eh-oh
I'm the one
Oh-eh-oh-oh-oh, eh-oh
I'm the only one
Oh-eh-oh-oh-oh, eh-oh
I'm the one
Oh-eh-oh-oh-oh, eh-oh
I'm the only one
Yeah, yeah!
[Verse 1: Quavo]
Quavo! I'm the one that hit that same spot (Hit it)
She the one that bring them rain drops (Rain drops)
We go back, remember criss-cross and hopscotch? (Hopscotch)
You the one that hold me down when the block's hot (Hot)
I make your dreams come true when you wake up (Dream)
And your look's just the same without no make-up (Bad)
Had to pull up on your mama, see what you're made of (Mama)
Ain't gotta worry 'bout 'em commas 'cause my cake up (Cake)
You can run inside my life from that fame bus (Skrrt)
'Cause I promise, when we step out you'll be famous (Yeah)
Modern day Bonnie and Clyde what they named us (Why?)
'Cause when we pull up—brt-brt!—all angles
[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber & DJ Khaled]
Yeah, you're lookin' at the truth
The money never lie, no
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one
Early mornin' in the Dawn
Know you wanna ride now (Let's ride, let's ride!)
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one, yeah
And you sick of all those other imitators
Don't let the only real one intimidate ya
See you watchin', don't run outta time now
I'm the one, yeah
[Chorus: Justin Bieber & Chance The Rapper]
[Verse 2: Chance The Rapper]
Uh, she beat her face up with that new Chanel
She like the price, she see the ice, it make her coochie melt
When I met her in the club I asked her who she felt
Then she went and put that booty on that Gucci belt
We don't got no label
She say she want bottles, she ain't got no table
She don't got no bed frame, she don't got no tables
We just watchin' Netflix, she ain't got no cable, okay though
Plug, plug, plug, I'm the plug for her
She want a nigga that pull her hair and hold the door for her
Baby, that's only me, bitch, it okay with me
Baby, okay, okay though
[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber & DJ Khaled]
Yeah, you're lookin' at the truth
The money never lie, no
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one
Early mornin' in the Dawn
Know you wanna ride now (Let's ride, let's ride!)
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one, yeah
And you sick of all those other imitators
Don't let the only real one intimidate ya
See you watchin', don't run outta time now
I'm the one, yeah
[Chorus: Justin Bieber]
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Lookin' for the one?
Well, bitch, you're lookin' at the one
I'm the best yet, and yet my best is yet to come
'Cause I've been lookin' for somebody
Not just any fuckin' body
Don't make me catch a body
That's for any and everybody
Oh my God, she hit me up all day, get no response
Bitch, you blow my high
That's like turnin' gold to bronze, roll my eyes
And when she on the molly, she a zombie
She think we Clyde and Bonnie
But it's more like Whitney and Bobby
God, forgive me! Tunechi F finessin', I'm a legend
Straight up out the Crescent
Fly your bae down for the Essence
For the record I knew Khaled when that boy was spinnin' records
Mula Gang, winnin' record
I'm just flexin' on my exes, oh God
[Pre-Chorus: Justin Bieber & DJ Khaled]
Yeah, you're lookin' at the truth
The money never lie, no
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one
Early mornin' in the Dawn
Know you wanna ride now (Let's ride, let's ride!)
I'm the one, yeah, I'm the one, yeah
And you sick of all those other imitators
Don't let the only real one intimidate ya
See you watchin', don't run outta time now
I'm the one, yeah
[Outro: Justin Bieber & DJ Khaled]
(Another one)
Don't you know, girl? Don't you know, girl?
I am the one for you (I'm the one)
Yeah, I'm the one
Don't you know, girl? Don't you know, girl?
I am the one for you (I'm the one)
Yeah, I'm the one
Don't you know, girl? Don't you know, girl?
I am the one for you (I'm the one)
Yeah, I'm the one
Don't you know, girl? Don't you know, girl?
I am the one for you (I'm the one)
Yeah, I'm the one
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➥ Lyrics:
We done did so much around the law (21)
I done seen so much I shouldn't've saw (Straight up)
Tatted teardrops, call Niagara Falls (Straight up)
It been up and down but never fall (On God)
I been at the lab behind the wall (21)
I been at the lab behind the—
[Chorus: Travis Scott & 21 Savage]
Ratchet bitches wanted Frenchy's, not Philippe
That's the type to put me in my mood (In my mood)
She know that I'm mobbin', she come cool for me
She know how to put me in my groove (On God)
I know it's a lot that you can learn from me
It's just one thing that you gotta prove (Straight up)
If you gotta walk, would you still ride for me?
I might need a extra foot or two (Straight up)
Gotta keep my distance, they surroundin' me
I might need a extra foot or two (Foot or two)
They might havе to go and build a house for me
I might need a extra foot or— (21)
[Verse 1: 21 Savage & Travis Scott]
Crib samе size as the Galleria (Galleria, phew)
Spanish model with me, call her "Señorita" (Señorita, phew)
I done fell in love with a hood girl
She be puttin' syrup in her margaritas (Margarita, phew)
Bought my college vibe a brand new Birkin (On God, phew)
On the weekend, she be twerkin' (Straight up, phew)
Take a shower in the Maybach, it got curtains (21)
Leave your phone in your purse, you makin' me nervous (Lil' bitch, phew)
Saint Laurent Don fresher than detergent (I be clean, phew)
Got a crush on this waitress, hope she serve me (Nah mean? Phew)
Porsche headlights on, Kermit the Frog (21, 21, phew)
Michael Vick, number seven, I'm a dawg (Big dawg, phew)
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ratchet bitches wanted Frenchy's, not Philippe (Ah)
That's the type to put me in my mood (Yeah)
She know that I'm mobbin', she come cool for me (Ah, ah)
She know how to put me in my groove (Yeah)
I know it's a lot that you can learn from me (Ooh)
It's just one thing that you gotta prove (Ah, ah)
If you gotta walk, would you still ride for me? (Ah, ah)
I might need a extra foot or two (Ah, ah, oh)
Gotta keep my distance, they surroundin' me (Ooh)
I might need a extra foot or two (Ooh)
They might have to go and build a house for me (Ooh)
I might need a extra foot or— (Ooh)
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[Verse 2: Travis Scott]
We done did so much around the law
Stay up to forget 'bout what I saw
Powers keep increasin' by the bar
Shit don't make you sleepy after all
Shoppin' in my closet, not the mall
Openin' my mouth, a disco ball
I extend the marble on the wall
I been into designin' it all, all, all
Water down her eyes, Niagara Falls
Got too many numbers; who to call?
Made too many ways for you to cross
Now we lookin' down and then we ball, ball, ball
[Chorus: Travis Scott]
Ratchet bitches wanted Frenchy's, not Philippe (Ah)
That's the type to put me in my mood (Yeah)
She know that I'm mobbin', she come cool for me (Ah, ah)
She know how to put me in my groove (Yeah)
I know it's a lot that you can learn from me (Ooh)
It's just one thing that you gotta prove (Ah, ah)
If you gotta walk, would you still ride for me? (Ah, ah)
I might need a extra foot or two (Ah, ah, oh)
Gotta keep my distance, they surroundin' me (Ooh)
I might need a extra foot or two (Ooh)
They might have to go and build a house for me (Ooh)
I might need a extra foot or— (Ooh)
[Outro: Morgan Freeman]
Villains don't perceive themselves as wrong
And all heroes do not wear capes
Villains are made, not born
Most times, the villain and the hero's beginnings, unlike their endings, take nearly identical shape and form
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➥ Lyrics:
Too high on Promethazine right now, I just might crash (I wonder why)
He know the day he run into me might be his last (Boy might just die)
If you don’t do nothin’ else, then I’ll go get that cash (Get that guap)
I ran up them digits and made all them n*ggas mad (Go run that bag)
[Chorus: Scorey]
Go run that bag up (Bag), n*gga, get some money (Get that motherfucking bag)
‘Cause when you broke, it ain't a joke, ain’t nothin' funny (Don't motherfucking laugh)
Lil' bro tryna wipe a n*gga nose like it’s runny (Uh, uh)
So used to rain clouds, can’t believe it’s sunny (Uh, uh)
[Verse 1: Polo G]
Broski too high off a Percocet, the trenches where he lurkin’ at
A n*gga diss, wе kill him, I'on care if I ain’t heard it yet
Cash calls from talkin’ bands, hе broke, he can’t interpret that
I spent thousands just on pants before I bought a shirt to match
Can’t believe it's sunny now, we gettin' money now
Glocks look like they graduate, and all of 'em bitches buttoned down
Have my lil' cappers face him, now he ain't above the ground
TTG plus 4TS, that's like 1300 rounds
[Pre-Chorus: Scorey]
Too high on Promethazine right now, I just might crash (I wonder why)
He know the day he run into me might be his last (Boy might just die)
If you don’t do nothin’ else, then I’ll go get that cash (Get that guap)
I ran up them digits and made all them n*ggas mad (Go run that bag)
[Chorus: Scorey]
Go run that bag up (Bag), n*gga, get some money (Get that motherfucking bag)
‘Cause when you broke, it ain't a joke, ain’t nothin' funny (Don't motherfucking laugh)
Lil' bro tryna wipe a n*gga nose like it’s runny (Uh, uh)
So used to rain clouds, can’t believe it’s sunny (Uh, uh)
[Verse 2: Scorey]
Paper route the money, run the cake up, why they on it?
Chasin' paper, trauma joined us, how I stay up 'til the morning? ('til the morning)
Brand new Glock .19 don't need no laser when I blow it (When I blow it)
I say Help Is On The Way, and they go crazy when I post it (It's on the way, bitch)
Walk right up in Neimans, cop it when I see it (When I see it)
He don't disrespect 'cause I got cash to R.I.P. him (I got that cash)
I got hella aim, so when I blast it, I'ma leave him (I'ma blast)
Tried to stand on his ground, we put his casket right beneath him
[Pre-Chorus: Scorey]
Too high on Promethazine right now, I just might crash (I wonder why)
He know the day he run into me might be his last (Boy might just die)
If you don’t do nothin’ else, then I’ll go get that cash (Get that guap)
I ran up them digits and made all them n*ggas mad (Go run that bag)
[Chorus: Scorey]
Go run that bag up (Bag), n*gga, get some money (Get that motherfucking bag)
‘Cause when you broke, it ain't a joke, ain’t nothin' funny (Don't motherfucking laugh)
Lil' bro tryna wipe a n*gga nose like it’s runny (Uh, uh)
So used to rain clouds, can’t believe it’s sunny (Can't believe it's sunny, uh)
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➥ Lyrics:
Love could have you in a trance you need to desperately wake up from
When it was time to dance, could always count on you to be my plus-one
High on cloud nine from stomach butterflies, it's when that rush come
I gave that ungrateful bitch my all, that wasn't enough, huh
No, I swear these hoes, you can't trust 'em
Baby, I don't want relations, I'm just tryna fuck some
I'm just tryna drop a hit and make the club jump
But I hate that I was too deep in so young
[Verse 1]
I done spent two-thirty on a brand-new Richard Mille
I been turnt up, I'm the youngest and the richest in my city
All on Twitter on my dick because that bitch can't get up with mе
This rapper lifestyle lit, callеd it a quits and now she shitty, uh
In my bag, not in my feelings, do I miss it? Nah, not really
And I know these n*ggas envy, so I'm clutchin' on my semi
With my goon squad, and we don't catch a temp, so please don't tempt me
Glock gon' do it's job and bro gon' blow that bitch 'til it get empty, uh
And for bro, I'd give my kidney up, shots, that's a hundred sixty plus
Me and Liv just fucked Philly up, fucking hoes, I done bust plenty nuts
My care on zero, not no hero, n*gga, I don't give any fucks
Adrenaline, that's why my fit gon' spaz out and let glizzies bust
[Chorus]
Love could have you in a trance you need to desperately wake up from
When it was time to dance, could always count on you to be my plus-one
High on cloud nine from stomach butterflies, it's when that rush come
I gave that ungrateful bitch my all, that wasn't enough, huh
No, I swear these hoes, you can't trust 'em
Baby, I don't want relations, I'm just tryna fuck some
I'm just tryna drop a hit and make the club jump
But I hate that I was too deep in so young
[Verse 2]
Casamigos sippin', I'm so in that I can't speak proper
She be doin' dicks from block to block, heard she's a street hopper
1300, baby, but got love from all the ReRockers
Them sliders stampin' hits, ain't gotta ask who did it, we shot you
For Ed 'nem and Lil Bit, bitch, you will get your hood hit
Had to watch 'em get put in the grave, them the same n*ggas I stood with
Bronem tryna ease that pain every time that them 'Woods lit
Accept all my mistakes, it's just one thing I wish I could fix
N*ggas did way too much talkin', it's a lot of dead opps that I should diss
And really I be humble, it's a lot of hoes that I could hit
'Fore I fall off or stumble, we extort n*ggas on some Suge shit
How the fuck you gon' speak on what I did with my chances? You ain't never took risks
[Chorus]
Love could have you in a trance you need to desperately wake up from
When it was time to dance, could always count on you to be my plus-one
High on cloud nine from stomach butterflies, it's when that rush come
I gave that ungrateful bitch my all, that wasn't enough, huh
No, I swear these hoes, you can't trust 'em
Baby, I don't want relations, I'm just tryna fuck some
I'm just tryna drop a hit and make the club jump
But I hate that I was too deep in so young
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➥ Lyrics:
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh-ooh (Just can't believe this, man)
(Metro Boomin want some more, n***a)
[Verse 1: The Weeknd]
Somebody said they saw you
The person you were kissing wasn't me
And I would never ask you
I just kept it to myself
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin', please, don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know
Oh-oh, oh-oh, ooh-woah
Oh-oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
[Verse 2: The Weeknd]
Oh, yeah
I think about it when I hold you
When lookin' in your eyes, I can't believe
And I don't need to know the truth
Baby, keep it to yourself
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin', please, don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know
[Bridge: Mario Winans, The Weeknd, Both]
Did he touch you better than me? (Touch you better than me)
Did he watch you fall asleep? (Watch you fall asleep)
Did you show him all those things, that you used to do to me?
If you're better off that way (Better off that way)
There ain't more that I can say (More that I can say)
Just go on and do your thing and don't come back to me
Ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
[Verse 3: 21 Savage]
Woah, woah, woah, 21
Had me crushin', I was cuffin' like the precinct
How you go from housewife to a sneaky link?
Got you riding 'round in all type of Benzes and Rovers
Girl, you used to ride in the rinky dink
I'm the one put you in Eliantte (On God)
Fashion Nova model, I put you on the runway (On God)
You was rockin' Coach bags, got you Chane'-ne'
Side bitch in Frisco, I call her my Bay-bae (21)
I got a girl but I still feel alone (On God)
If you playin' me that mean my home ain't home (On God)
Havin' nightmares of goin' through your phone (21)
Can't even record, you got me out my zone
[Chorus: The Weeknd]
I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin', please, don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know
If you're playin' me, keep it on the low
'Cause my heart can't take it anymore
And if you're creepin', please, don't let it show
Oh, baby, I don't wanna know
[Outro: 21 Savage & The Weeknd]
If you creepin', just don't let me find out (On God)
Get a hotel, never bring 'em to the house (On God)
If you're better off that way
Baby, all that I can say
If you're gonna do your thing then don't come back to me
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➥ Lyrics:
Yeah, I'm takin' off like a rocket (Phew)
Stick hanging out of my pocket (Blick-blick)
Geeked, don't know how I'm walkin' (I'on know, uh, I'on know)
Yeah, designer, it drip like a faucet (Phew, drip-drip)
Put VVS on my watches (Flash)
Hunnid racks just on my closet, uh (Cash)
Green beam, gone off the lean
I grow some money like money machine (Ah)
I got this money, it's nothing to me (Yeah)
I get my vitamins off a IV
Yeah, she go to church, but she prayin' to me (Lil'- wow)
I saw some n*ggas like Jimmy Iovine (I did)
I been that n*gga since I was a teen
[Verse 1]
I fuck that bitch, then I'm out (Out)
She suckin' me up on a couch (Lil' bitch), uh
She lovе puttin' pills in her mouth
Don't get what she want, thеn she pout (Wow)
Run that shit up, I can't stop
I just spend me a mill' on a yacht (Ooh)
I'm at the tippity top (Tippity)
And I know that they pray that I flop (What-what?)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm takin' off like a rocket (Phew)
Stick hanging out of my pocket (Blick-blick)
Geeked, don't know how I'm walkin' (I'on know, uh, I'on know)
Yeah, designer, it drip like a faucet (Phew, drip-drip)
Put VVS on my watches (Flash)
Hunnid racks just on my closet, uh (Cash)
Green beam, gone off the lean
I grow some money like money machine (Ah)
I got this money, it's nothing to me (Yeah)
I get my vitamins off a IV
Yeah, she go to church, but she prayin' to me (Lil' bitch)
I saw some n*ggas like Jimmy Iovine (I did)
I been that n*gga since I was a teen
[Verse 2]
My diamonds hit with no flash (Blick-blick)
I was dumped off, now I'm back, uh
We poppin' n*ggas, Tic Tac (Phew-phew)
Micky D's came wit' a Mac', uh
I do this shit by my lonely (Uh-uh)
I barely got any homies (Phew-phew)
I call my white bitch a snow bitch
I call these chains on me, trophies (Blick-blick, blick-blick, blick-blick)
[Chorus]
Yeah, I'm takin' off like a rocket (Phew)
Stick hanging out of my pocket (Blick-blick)
Geeked, don't know how I'm walkin' (I'on know, uh, I'on know)
Yeah, designer, it drip like a faucet (Phew, drip-drip)
Put VVS on my watches (Flash)
Hunnid racks just on my closet, uh (Cash)
Green beam, gone off the lean
I grow some money like money machine (Ah)
I got this money, it's nothing to me (Yeah)
I get my vitamins off a IV
Yeah, she go to church, but she prayin' to me (Lil' bitch, wow)
I saw some n*ggas like Jimmy Iovine (I did)
I been that n*gga since I was a teen
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➥ Lyrics:
I got new shoes on my ride (Yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (Yes sir)
And you can see in my eyes (Yes sir)
That I'm lookin' for a cutie pie
Work it out
Work it out (Let's go, Mykel)
Work it out
Work it out
Work it out
Yeah
[Verse 1: Fredo Bang]
I love a girl that keep my mind racin'
I can tell it's good just off your conversation
Yeah, I'm not stoppin' 'til you're mine, baby
Tryna hit you with that nine, baby
Why would we wait? That's only time wasted
She was a good girl, she barely go to clubs
I changed her life, now she like fuckin' on a thug
Bitch bad, I'm on her skin just like Dove
I told her she my light, I'm tryna leave it on above
[Pre-Chorus: Fredo Bang]
Got a bad bitch in my ride (Yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (Yes sir)
And you can see it in her eyes (Yes sir)
That she don't never want another guy (Yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (Yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (Yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (Yes sir)
Yeah, damn it, I'll beat it up (Yes sir)
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
My body, your body
My body, your body
My body, your body
My body, your body
[Verse 2: B.O.G. Vonnie & Fredo Bang]
That outside dick keep them hoes sick
CashApp or Zelle, he know I'm jumpin' on it— Jumpin' on it
That outside dick keep them hoes sick (Bitch bad, bitch bad)
CashApp or Zelle, he know I'm jumpin' on it— Jumpin' on it (Bad bitch, bad)
[Verse 3: Fredo Bang & B.O.G. Vonnie]
Baby got her own, she quick to tell you she don't need it (Jumpin' on it)
Plus her credit good, she a keeper (Jumpin' on it)
She might flirt, but she ain't fuckin', she a teaser (Jumpin' on it)
She like to take her time, she a Libra (Jumpin' on it)
Yeah, I'm in the water, got it bustin' like a bubble
She wan' feel it, she start slidin' off the rubber
I got a girl, but that— worth the trouble (He got a bitch)
You way too bad to be fuckin' undercover (But I ain't worried 'bout her)
[Bridge: B.O.G. Vonnie]
Worried 'bout her— Worried 'bout her— Worried— Worried— Worried 'bout her
He got a—
Worried 'bout her— Worried 'bout her— Worried 'bout her— Worried— Worried— Worried 'bout her
He got a— Got a— Got a— Got a— Got a— Got a— Got a—
He got a bitch (You way too bad to be fuckin' undercover)
But I ain't worried 'bout her
[Pre-Chorus: Fredo Bang]
Got a bad bitch in my ride (Yes sir)
Rollin' down 95 (Yes sir)
And you can see it in her eyes (Yes sir)
That she don't never want another guy (Yes sir)
And we ain't gotta make love (Yes sir)
And we can just cuddle up (Yes sir)
But if she want me to beat it up (Yes sir)
Yeah, damn it, I'll beat it up (Yes sir)
[Chorus: Fredo Bang]
My body, your body
My body, your body
My body, your body
My body, your body
[Outro: B.O.G. Vonnie]
Jumpin'— J— J— J— J— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin' on it— Jumpin' on it
Jump— J— J— Jump— Jump— Jumpin' on it— Jump— Jumpin' on it
Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin'— Jumpin' on it
Jump— J— J— Jump— Jump— Jumpin' on it— Jumpin' on it
He got a bitch, but I ain't worried 'bout her
He got a bitch, but I ain't worried 'bout her
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➥ Lyrics:
Damn, it's safe to say money changin' me, n*gga
Crazy how the fame be changin' these n*ggas
On my knees, askin' God to keep me safe me from these n*ggas
In my own lane, a thousand miles away from these n*ggas
I don't fuck with nobody, they all in competition
I don't fuck with these hoes, that's how the money go missin'
People come around just for beneficial business
'Cause any given Wednesday, wakе up and spend a million
Ballin', for real
Shot callin', for real
In control of my drеam
Took it all in, for real
And I love my thug brothers, blood can make us closer
Pray that they protected on this hectic rollercoaster
'Cause I know, it's a whole lot with this shit
On my P's and my Q's, on top of this shit
This a dirty game in a dirty world, I hate it
Snakes came with handshakes and smilin' faces
Oh, it's crazy
N*ggas have pillow conversations with any ho get naked
Pray that my migos, never let these hoes
Come between us and beat us
And you can even scream louder, but I can't hear you
Picture me rollin' wonderin' in my rearview
Can't get along with my peers, why, give it a try?
I feel like they all lost, livin' a lie
[Chorus]
And, I don't fuck with these n*ggas, I feel like they all fake
I don't fuck with these bitches, I feel like they all fake
I don't fuck with these n*ggas, I feel like they all fake
I don't fuck with these bitches, I don't fuck with these n*gas, at all
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Outro]
The answer no, n*gga
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➥ Lyrics:
You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money, no matter the cost (Cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (Loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money, no matter the cost
(Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
(He is a worker and I am a boss)
[Bridge: NLE Choppa]
You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore
Bitch, go crazy
Bitch, go crazy
Bitch, go crazy
Bitch, go crazy (Oh)
[Verse 1: NLE Choppa]
Don't wanna be homies, don't wanna be friends
Beat my dick 'fore I hit you again
Bitch, I'm in love, won't get me again
Where's my heart? Gone in the wind
Like, for real
Bitch, you know love get you killed
I don't write it, I say how it feel (Bah)
Tryna think about how I'ma heal (I'ma heal)
You think you slick? Ayy, ayy
You easy to read
Pack yo' bags and leave my keys (Keys)
I'ma forget about you when you leave (Leave)
Fuck your friend, but that'll be greed
Send me a message, I left it on seen (Seen)
Like, keep it a bean
Say that you love me, it's really a scheme (It's really a lie)
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money, no matter the cost (Cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (Loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money, no matter the cost
(Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
(He is a worker and I am a boss)
[Verse 2: NLE Choppa]
You did it before, you will do it again
(You did it before, you will do it again)
You did it before, you will do it again
(You did it before, you will do it again)
Like, for real (Real)
Got me workin' and coverin' bills (Bills)
Got a new girl, she keep it real (Real)
She call me, "Daddy," she love how it feel (She love how I feel)
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money, no matter the cost (Cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (Loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money, no matter the cost
(Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
(He is a worker and I am a boss)
[Verse 3: 2Rare]
I just got a new thot, DJ Khaled, that's another one
Y'all n*ggas just like Kool-Aid
Y'all be sweet but y'all ain't jammin' us
I don't know what you thought it was, bitch
What the fuck you want?
Bitch, you like a squirrel, you just like Sandy, bitch, get off my nuts
I just told that bitch to try me
Fifty ball on the head and he gon' die tryin'
Who fuckin' with us? Just guess, nobody
Chain on froze, you could play some hockey
Talk so hot, what you ate? Them Takis
Had to dub her twice like she was forty
You better add it up
Like two plus two, you wasn't for me
[Chorus: NLE Choppa]
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
You lyin', watch yo' tone
I'm too fine to be so alone
Not my kind, he is a clone
I'ma get money, no matter the cost (Cost)
Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss (Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss (Loss)
He is a worker and I am a boss
Lil' baby, you act like you know you was wrong
(You lyin', watch yo' tone)
I'm too fine to be so alone
(Not my kind, he is a clone)
I'ma get money, no matter the cost
(Havin' some water, I'm havin' some Voss)
Got that dope dick, that's yo' loss
(He is a worker and I am a boss)
[Outro]
You abandoned me
You abandoned me
You abandoned me
You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore
You abandoned me, love don't live here anymore
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➥ Lyrics:
(B Squared Beats)
(Will-A-Fool)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
High off love, high off love
Who needs drugs when you're high off love?
Love, love
Look, uh, uh
[Verse]
Coffee cup codeine, got my mind and heart racing
Late nights, I remember how things started changing
Told you I'll be home soon, guess you ran out of patience
What happened to our love? Seems you forgot about me, baby
Trapped in a world of sin, ridin' 'round on ten
In a brand new Benz, can't nobody get in
I don't want no more friends, can't nobody come 'round
I don't want no more love, they all let me down
Pеrcocets remind me of your lovе, well, what it used to be
Usually I pop two or three, then think 'bout you and me
Percocets remind me of what we used to be
Usually I pop two or three, then think 'bout you and me
[Chorus]
Yeah, uh
Slow down, don't rush
Who needs drugs when you're high off love?
It's okay, don't take it all in at one moment
All at one moment could lead to overdosing
Yeah, you're high off love, high off love, who needs drugs?
High off love, high off love, high off love
Lost on love, lost on love, who needs drugs?
Love
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➥ Lyrics:
Mhmmm *inhales*
You high, baby?
Yeah, hahahaha
Yeah?
Talk to me
You want me to tell you something?
Uh-huh
I know what you wanna hear
[Refrain: Eminem & Dina Rae]
'Cause I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too
I think I love you, baby, I think I love you too (Oh-ooh)
I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too
They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world (Ooh-ooh)
Oh boy, you drive me crazy, bitch, you make me hurl
[Verse 1: Eminem]
They call me Superman
Leap tall hoes in a single bound
I'm single now: got no ring on this finger now
I'd never let another chick bring me down
In a relationship; save it, bitch!
Babysit? You make me sick
Superman ain't savin' shit
Girl, you can jump on Shady's dick
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
I tell a muhfuckin' slut to her face
Play no games, say no names
Ever since I broke up with what's-her-face
I'm a different man, kiss my ass
Kiss my lips? Bitch, why ask?
Kiss my dick, get my cash?
I'd rather have you whip my ass
Don't put out? I'll put you out
Won't get out? I'll push you out
Puss blew out, poppin' shit
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice? Buy you ice?
Bitch, if you died, wouldn't buy you life
What, you tryin' to be my new wife?
What, you Mariah? Fly through twice
[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
But I do know one thing though
Bitches, they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday (Yeah-yeah)
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho
[Chorus: Eminem]
‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman
[Verse 2: Eminem]
Don't get me wrong, I love these hoes
It's no secret, everybody knows
Yeah, we fucked—bitch, so what?
That's about as far as your buddy goes
We'll be friends, I'll call you again
I'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kinda car I'll be in
We'll see how much you'll be partyin' then
You don't want that, neither do I
I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys
Too much pride, between you and I
Not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do
How could it ever be just us two?
I'd never love you enough to trust you
We just met and I just fucked you
[Pre-Chorus: Eminem]
But I do know one thing though
Bitches, they come, they go
Saturday through Sunday, Monday
Monday through Sunday, yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
'Til then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin' runway, ho
[Chorus: Eminem]
‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman
‘Cause I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
I can't be your Superman, can't be your Superman
Can't be your Superman, your Superman, your Superman
[Refrain:]
I know you want me, baby, I think I want you too
I think I love you, baby, I think I love you too
I'm here to save you, girl, come be in Shady's world
I wanna grow together, let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me, baby, you know I want you too
They call me Superman, I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you, girl, come be in Shady's world
Oh boy, you drive me crazy, bitch, you make me hurl
[Verse 3: Eminem]
First thing you say: I'm not fazed
I hang around big stars all day
I don't see what the big deal is anyway
You're just plain old Marshall to me
Ooh yeah, girl, run that game
Hailie Jade, I love that name
Love that tattoo, what's that say?
"Rot In Pieces," uh, that's great
First off, you don't know Marshall
At all, so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal
I'll slap you off that bar stool
There goes another lawsuit
Leave handprints all across you
Good Lordy, whoadie
You must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can't have
Ooh girl, that's too damn bad
Don't touch what you can't grab
End up with two backhands
Put anthrax on a Tampax
And slap you 'til you can't stand
Girl, you just blew your chance
Don't mean to ruin your plans
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➥ Lyrics:
And I'll spend my lifetime
Pipe that shit up, TnT
Sendin’ paper airplanes to the moon
Tahj Money
Praying they get to you
And I'll spend the rest of my days
Lost in this craze for you
Sendin' paper airplanes to the moon
And I’ll spend my lifetime
Sending paper airplanes to the moon
Praying they get to you
And I'll spend my lifetime
Sendin' paper airplanes to the moon
Praying they get to you, love so
[Verse]
If I said shit was perfect, I'd be lying
This mind keep on racing, its mouth is quiet
Spеnding my whole life tryna find some pеace
It seems peace got better luck finding me
Lonely evenings and sad nights
Every morning regretting last night
Wonder was I this lost in my last life
Left me out in the dark with no flashlight
I guess that explains how lost I been living
I can say I'm plain, so caught up in my feelings
I wish my baby momma was my wife and my children
My house is not a home, please tell me how to fix it
Wish we could've got it right before it got so hectic
Wish I knew real love, maybe I wouldn't be so desperate
Or maybe this is love, my mind just won't accept the sadness
I think I’m being selfish
[Chorus]
Lost in a rage (Lost in a rage)
Trapped in the rain
Wish I didn’t have to tell the world about my pain
This song is all I have, so I sang it
And I'll spend my lifetime
Sendin’ paper airplanes to the moon
Praying they get to you
And I'll spend my lifetime
Sending paper airplanes to the moon
Praying they get to you
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➥ Lyrics:
She-she wanna know why I still scream, "Free all my n*ggas", it's not rocket science, they're still in the gulag
After we done it, I asked her, "If you got a boyfriend, why would you do that?"
Cover my face 'cah I don't wanna sleep on a blue mat
I still grip on my waist like, "Who's that?"
'Nough plugs ain't gettin' their food back
Dick in her mouth, she chew that (Ski)
Birkin bag fit, trey deuce (Ah)
In the kitchen, crack the window (Ah), the fumes
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two (Ah)
Bitch, I sip lean, I don't do no balloons (Ah)
Overseas, snappin' the view (Ski, ski)
I'ma fuck her the second (Ski) we get (Ski) in the room, mm (Ah)
My darg took a raid, got more yutes on the way, the trap gotta resume (Ski, ski)
[Verse 1: Clavish]
'Course, my youngen got things in his pouch (Got it)
If I tell him to drill it, he'll pounce (He'll kill)
Armed jakes boomed off where I live
I don't know why, I don't keep sticks in my house (I don't, I don't)
I got kids, but they just stay in her mouth
My darg caught a case, he's takin' it trial
If it goes wrong, I won't see him for a while
I flooded my wrist, that shit's rivin' out
My bitch, she the cutest (Cute one)
Her nails on fleek, but her attitude stinks, she the rudest (She the rudest)
Got her stressin' 'cah I had all of these Instagram hoes before any blue tick
One of my n*ggas in jail for some food (Free)
Another went in 'cah he done him a bootin' (Free him up)
N*ggas be cappin', I know where the truth is
Multiple stabbings, but not where the booth is (No way)
[Chorus: Clavish, Young Adz & Dirtbike LB]
She-she wanna know why I still scream, "Free all my n*ggas", it's not rocket science, they're still in the gulag
After we done it, I asked her, "If you got a boyfriend, why would you do that?"
Cover my face 'cah I don't wanna sleep on a blue mat
I still grip on my waist like, "Who's that?"
'Nough plugs ain't gettin' their food back
Dick in her mouth, she chew that (Ski)
Birkin bag fit, trey deuce (Ah)
In the kitchen, crack the window (Ah), the fumes
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two (Ah)
Bitch, I sip lean, I don't do no balloons (Ah)
Overseas, snappin' the view (Ski, ski)
I'ma fuck her the second (Ski) we get (Ski) in the room, mm (Ah)
My darg took a raid, got more yutes on the way (Ski, ski), the trap gotta resume (Ski, mm)
Drake & 21 Savage
[Verse 2: Dirtbike LB]
Different calibres (Yeah)
Bro took the shotty, ain't shootin' no cameras (Mm)
Glass stairs in the crib, twenty quids how I live, I just bust down my banisters (Yeah, yeah)
She want a real n*gga that's talented (Talented)
So high I can feel a paralysis (Yeah)
Crib came with an Annex (An annex), stick got an annex (An annex), big drip came with the Arabs (Ski)
Big bullets, I'ma do it like Tate
Halloween when you starvin' the apes (Apes)
Biscotti, don't pass me the vape (Vape)
Real n*ggas come and ride with the wave (Wave)
Still ridin' my wave up in space like an alien (Alien)
Big league, big kettle Pateks are my favourite (Favourite)
[Verse 3: Young Adz]
I whip with the ammonia, it's stingin' my eyes (Ski)
Trap do three a day, ain't fixin' the blinds (Ski)
Thirty clip strap on deck like a dyke (Brr)
If I'm lyin', I'm flyin' the .9 in the sky (Skrrt)
Touch on her pussy, she act like she shy (Ah)
Got it on us, we can snap in real time (Ah)
When I'm out the city, she hold it down (Ah), I make her bust it open, FaceTime (Ski, ski, ski, ski)
[Chorus: Clavish & Young Adz]
She-she wanna know why I still scream, "Free all my n*ggas", it's not rocket science, they're still in the gulag
After we done it, I asked her, "If you got a boyfriend, why would you do that?"
Cover my face 'cah I don't wanna sleep on a blue mat
I still grip on my waist like, "Who's that?"
'Nough plugs ain't gettin' their food back
Dick in her mouth, she chew that (Ski)
Birkin bag fit, trey deuce (Ah)
In the kitchen, crack the window (Ah), the fumes
Coke is still dryin', it's ready by two (Ah)
Bitch, I sip lean, I don't do no balloons (Ah)
Overseas, snappin' the view (Ski)
I'ma fuck her the second (Ski) we get (Ski) in the room, mm (Ah)
My darg took a raid, got more yutes on the way, the trap gotta resume (Ski, ski)
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➥ Lyrics:
I put the city on my back, like a motherfuckin' quarterback
Chasing after paper, I don't care 'bout where the party at
In the Rolls dolo, gettin' loaded off a party pack
Heard my dawg was hatin' and I could've caught a heart attack
Say I did her wrong, but I still say she started it
Had my childish ways, either way you where my heart is at
Came a long way, me and my sister totin' laundry bags
Writtin' songs, foldin' clothes at the laundromat
I used to wake up, walk to school, wonderin' where my life was headed
I know my dreams coming 'cause I'm willin' and I'm ready
Breakin' in houses for the skrilla, I still regret it
Built this up from the ground, I promise I'ma protect it
Lookin' over my shoulder every time I dot the door
Big ol' pistol on my hip, a n*gga play, he better know (Grah)
That if he play, he gotta go, I'll see you later, adios (Baow, baow, baow, baow)
All I wanted was the dough, it ain't no more kickin' doors, I ain't gotta live like that no more, oh
Them rappin' songs made me a millionaire, yeah
And buildin' homes gon' make me a billionaire
Catch a case without a bond, let's see who really care
See who really care
You know the city too little, you n*ggas too loud, the feds on the way, they say
A boy got hit with an indictment today, I pray
Everybody make it back home safe, I pray, yeah
You know the rap game so pussy, they ain't wanna give me a chance
A n*gga kicked the door down and forced 'em to let me in
Another tour confirmed, I get to see all my fans (Yeah)
Every night on the mic, four hundred and fifty bands
Well, damn (Damn)
You don't understand
See it's a cold, cold world, growin' up so fast
I'll tell you the story, you still don't know the half
Early mornings and late night flights (Yeah)
Choppas and handguns protectin' my life
Just to be standin', fell so many times (Yeah)
Finally figured it out, finally got it right
Yeah, yeah-yeah, finally got it right
Just to figure it out, just to be a young n*gga in this world
And to figure it out
I mean I'm still learnin', I'm still
I still a lotta shit is fucked up
But I maintainin' in this world, just to be livin'
You know bills paid, everything all good
You know growin' up in this shit, I had to find myself
See what was for me, you know?
And I got my fans, I no longer shit is blessin' me and I appreciate it
Finally got it right
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➥ Lyrics:
We can do it one on one
We can do it one on three
Lil bro hop out with the shhh (boom)
And a mask on his face like he ski
That tough shit not gon fly (why)
We all know you not like me
Boy you gon run into him run into him run into him before you run into me like (Boom)
Yeah, jump in ya face like
Yeah, stomp in ya face like
Yeah, big gun let off like
Yeah, shots fly at the boy like (boom)
Swing on the boy like (huh)
Beat up the boy like
Yeah, shots fly at the boy like
(boom, boom, boom)
Jump out the car just me and my guns
Dont twitch dont move dont run
You don't fight back then it aint no fun
I don't care who you call cause he aint gon come I took a perk i don't feel no pressure (nah)
Don't kill my effort
My ex wanna fuck and I still might let her But i'm still gon leave she don't feel no better I caught a new kill wit two homies
I got a few drills i did doly
We get caught then i got two co-d’s
He called to hit the lawyer cost me a rolly Been too fly i don't sag my pants
I don't lift my shirt my gun gon show
I see a oop i'll look to the left
I tap his shoulder my son gon blow
We can do it one on one
We can do it one on three
Lil bro hop out with the shhh (boom)
And a mask on his face like he ski
That tough shit not gon fly (why)
We all know you not like me
Boy you gon run into him run into him run into him before you run into me like (Boom)
Yeah, jump in ya face like
Yeah, stomp in ya face like
Yeah, big gun let off like
Yeah, shots fly at the boy like (boom) Swing on the boy like (huh)
Beat up the boy like Shots fly at the boy like (boom, boom, boom)
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➥ Lyrics:
Ambezza tag
Big racks
Big ol' racks
You can't stop this shit, I got motion
She gon' ride like a wheel I been rollin'
Why you tryna fix it? It ain't broken
I'mma do the dash like it's stolen
You know cash rules, take her Cancun
Jet got a lot of room
Going up, balloon
You can't stop this motion, they on me like lotion
Smoking Oakcano, potent
I Don't like rats or roaches
These n*ggas be cappin', bogus
Bitch gone like hocus pocus
I hope you don't think I'm joking, got the door wide open
And she love my wrist, 'cause it's frozen
We gon' take a roll like we bowling
I got, motion motion, I'mma put you by the ocean
You know we don't do no fightin' but the pockets swollen
It sound like Beethoven
I'm poppin' a pill, no Ibuprofen
You know I got the potion
Just look at my n*ggas, you know we got motion
You can't stop this shit, I got motion
She gon' ride like a wheel I been rollin'
Why you tryna fix it? It ain't broken
I'mma do the dash like it's stolen
Half time, whole thing
I'm in my bag, OK
I been having my way
Have you stretched like broad day
Need me a Billi like Warren Buffet
Get pulled over, then my bitch tuck it
Might fuck my bitch and then porn hub it
Gotta clean the money, I bathtub it
Been having motion way back
Get a check, I save that
Lot a shit I started that
You know I got that party pack
And it's goin'
Smoking on Oakcano, come from Oakland
Too many cars in my driveway
Hop in the coupe, might fly away
You cannot hate or downplay
She only call my phone in lingerie
Motion gang, Rolls Royce swerving lanes
Wrist on plain, throwing salt that's hella strange
You can't stop this shit, I got motion
She gon' ride like a wheel I been rollin'
Why you tryna fix it? It ain't broken
I'mma do the dash like it's stolen
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➥ Lyrics:
BackOutsideBoyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I’m ready to die (Die)
Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide (Shh)
Tried to bring the drama to me, he ain’t know how we cha-cha slide (Yeah)
I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes (Yeah, yeah, hm, hm, hm)
[Verse 1: Drake & Lil Yachty]
Breakin' a Brink's truck, my right wrist Van Cleef (Cleef)
I spent days in the East tryna figure if I'm geeked ('Kay)
This bitch tweakin', talked too much while I was geeked, blew my peep (Brr)
Fuckin' rap n*ggas’ hoes, I’m on the street, this shit sweet (Hey)
I went half a million on rosé, did four million on my ice (Hey, hey)
Couple million on my cars, I went Tyson, I'm too nice (Hey, hey)
N*
gga stopped me on the street, wanted to talk, so he asked my price (Yeah, hey, ’kay)
The number was high as me, I ain't gon' lie (Yeah, okay)
I was fuckin' with this lil’ woe, I think she bi (Bi)
Tweakin', the 6 God is comin' back (Brr)
[Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty]
BackOutsideBoyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die (Okay)
Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide (Hm)
Tried to bring the drama to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide (Hm, slide)
I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride (Brr, brr)
Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes (Hm, hm, uh, hm, hm, let's go)
[Verse 2: Drake & Lil Yachty]
I don't know nothin' 'bout no crime or no news
I'm an owl, but I'll never tell you who (Who)
Wagon when she walk, she get on planes, it take up two (Go)
My member just got out, he still on papers, still'll shoot (Shoot)
Shoot, ayy (Shoot it up)
Still'll shoot (Shoot up, brrt, shit)
Love on me, stay down just like a root (Just like a root)
She a ten tryna rap, it's good on mute, yeah (It's good on mute, shh)
It's financial, girl, I got the loot, ayy, yeah (I got the loot)
For the bands, lil' bae, what you gon' do? Yeah (Oh, what you do?)
Tropicana, that shit there the juice, yeah (Juice)
I'm the president, some Secret Service shit, we down to dump (Brrt)
Yeah, who the president? I never voted once, ayy, yeah
If I did, I would vote Teanna Trump, ayy, yeah (Hm, go)
If you play with me, I'm backin' out that one (Backin' out that one)
I treat mil' tickets like a hundred racks (Let's go)
Tweakin', the 6 God is comin' back (Damn, damn, okay)
Drake & 21 Savage
[Chorus: Drake & Lil Yachty]
BackOutsideBoyz, totin' a seventy on the strip, I'm ready to die (Die)
Cuttin' the traction, bendin' the corner, bet I make shit glide (Shh)
Tried to bring the drama to me, he ain't know how we cha-cha slide (Yeah)
I'll never lose sleep over no bitch, way too much pride (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fill it up in a briefcase, split this shit with the vibes (Yeah, yeah, hm, hm, hm)
#djprecise
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➥ Lyrics:
Have you ever felt like being somebody else? (Somebody)
Feeling like the mirror isn't good for your health?
(Pipe that shit up, TnT) Every day, I'm trying not to hate myself
Tryin' not to—, tryin' not to—, you know, hate, hate what I been through changed me, know what I’m sayin’? (Colorado run for mil)
(Trill got the juice, n*gga)
Just a little bit, love me more
Just a little bit, love me more
Oh, no, love me more
Just a little bit, love me more
Have you ever felt like being somebody else?
Youngin', uh, uh, youngin' (And it break my heart)
Feeling like the mirror isn't good for your health?
(And it broke my heart, and it breaks my heart) Look, look
[Verse: Rod Wave]
I got stabbed in my back and crossed so many times
I don't know who to trust, think everybody lyin' (Lyin’)
I be finna give up, 'cause I'm so tired of tryin' (Tryin’)
Crawl under a rock, and isolate my mind (Mind)
I don't want no broke friends 'cause I'm larger than a bitch (Larger)
Don't want no rap friends, 'cause they be flawer than a bitch
My old friends changing, seen it in HD (In HD)
If you a fake-flawed fuck n*gga then what that make me, huh? (Make me)
'Cause I was cool with you, n*gga
Broke in houses, skipped school with you, n*gga
Stood on the block and broke the rules with you, n*gga
The whole time you was foolin' me n*gga (Foolin' me now)
Who would've knew the price we paid for platinum plaques
This fortune and this fame got strings attached (Strings attached)
People get to actin' weird when fame attached (Fame attached)
Come around and live they life with my name attached (Oh-woah-oh)
[Chorus: Rod Wave]
I said, “Girl, where you going?” (Where you going, love?)
“You can't stay a little while longer?” (Why you going, love?)
The real from the fake and the fake from the flawed (And the fake—)
Gettin' harder to tell 'em apart (Apart)
And it breaks my heart, (My heart), and it breaks my heart (It really breaks my heart)
And it breaks my heart, and it breaks my heart (It really breaks my heart)
You really broke my heart, I—, why you break my heart? (You break my heart)
Break my heart (You break my heart), yeah, it broke my heart, and it breaks my heart (Break my heart)
Drake & 21 Savage
[Outro: Rod Wave & Sam Smith]
Yeah, yeah
What's up fam', that’s how you feel family? (Oh, woah)
Real from the fake, and the fake from the flawed, harder to tell them apart (Ayy, the world gon’ hear this)
And it breaks my heart, and it breaks my heart (Ayy, can you hear me? Is this shit going? Is this mic on?)
N*gga real is rare, just know
Every day, I'm trying not to hate myself
But lately, it's not hurtin' like it did before
Just a little bit, love me more
Just a little bit, love me more
Oh, no, love me more
Just a little bit, love me more
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➥ Lyrics:
GloRilla
(AClef Vibes on the beat)
Woo, woo, uh
Like, uh, like, uh
(Cheese, his name is Cheese)
On the gang
[Pre-Chorus]
They don't wanna see no gangster bitches win
Well, the industry done fucked up lettin' these gangster bitches in
They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again
Like, uh
Said I was done with dude, we back at it again
Said he couldn't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again
Like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friеnds
And if you did it, gotta stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (On the gang)
[Chorus]
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (On the gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
[Verse 1]
Hе want my number, had to hit him with the, "Uh-uh," like, uh
Shoutout to Kalii, I'm in Cali', I'm not unarmed, like, uh (Baow, baow, baow)
Coochie candy, when he eat it, he go dumb, dumb
Like, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (Mm-mm)
Puss in Boots, I'll snatch a n*gga up with no ass (No ass)
He tellin' me he love me, do them other bitches know that? (Huh?)
He say he love me, told him he can tell his ho that
And I really just be vibin', I don't see why they be so mad (Mad ass)
They say they the gang, but I don't know 'em, then it's blasphemy (Lyin')
Hotel in Miami, gettin' back shots on the balcony (Baow, baow)
Black n*ggas like they bitches red like a low battery
Money making cutie, I'm a gangster n*gga fantasy (On the gang)
[Pre-Chorus]
They don't wanna see no gangster bitches win
Well, the industry done fucked up lettin' these gangster bitches in
They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again
Like, uh
Said I was done with dude, we back at it again
Said he couldn't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again
Like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And if you did it, gotta stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (On the gang)
[Chorus]
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (On the gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
[Verse 2]
Ain't got no BBL, lil' bitch, you must be thick or somethin' (Fine ass)
Pussy fat as hell, they thinkin' this a dick or somethin' (It's a chode)
He askin' me where I'm at, he must think I'm his bitch or somethin' (Hold on)
Tryna put me on your friend, he must be rich or somethin'
I ain't in these bitches' beef, I'm in my motherfuckin' prime
Told 'em, "Leave me out, don't want no parts and I'm not takin' sides"
I wonder how my exes doing, wonder if they still alive
Probably somewhere in my DMs constantly motherfuckin' tryin'
When they be talkin' shit about Chrisean, my ass get fuckin' quiet
A lot of hoes in toxic situations, they just keep it private (On God)
[Pre-Chorus]
They don't wanna see no gangster bitches win
Well, the industry done fucked up lettin' these gangster bitches in
They say my fifteen minutes up, I'm only fifteen minutes in
Before they ever catch me slippin', I'ma slide and spin again
Like, uh
Said I was done with dude, we back at it again
Said he couldn't get no ass no more, I'm lookin' back at it again
Like, uh
Been makin' money, I ain't tryna make no friends
And if you did it, gotta stand on that, ain't makin' no amends (On the gang)
[Chorus]
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh (On the gang)
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
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➥ Lyrics:
I just wanna show you that I can do better
Baby, I won't stop
'Til you let me give you what you want
'Til you let me give you what you want
[Verse 1]
I'll do whatever to spoil you
Trippin' 'bout you like I'm runnin' on oil
You a queen, your whole demeanor is royal
I just wanna caress, rough sex, break you down and adore you
But first, let me know what's on your mind
You lookin' like it's somethin' wrong, I can see the signs
I ain't here to judge you, truly, I'm honestly not the kind
So perfect, I'm a player, but for you, I'll get in line
The type of vibe I'd still gon' fall in love with bein' blind
Don't know how to approach, heard you got a man, damn, I'm a fan
Really am, just don't wanna do the most
You got me in my feelings, latе night, writtin' in my notes
Like, "Girl, I'm rich, I'm pretty surе he in a different boat"
Wanna take your time? No problem, girl, that's fine
I understand it's probably many out there want you, I'm
Not the only one, trust me, I ain't dumb
But I'ma keep applyin' pressure 'til you don't see nothin'
[Chorus]
I just wanna show you that I can do better
Baby, I won't stop
'Til you let me give you what you want
'Til you let me give you what you want
[Verse 2]
Smokin' blunts to the face
Just thinkin' 'bout you got me stuck in the space
Heart pumpin' like I'm duckin' the jakes
You don't want no debate
Put me in that mood, none can relate
I'm a superstar, I don't really chase
But you're too smooth, like a cup full of Ace
Heard you got goals, let me know what I could embrace
Feel your heart cold, tell me what I gotta erase
Got a dark soul, but with you, I kinda feel safe
Never feel out of place
Hit me, I'll be there, quickly
No, it ain't too big, a problem I'll face about you
I'm with what you with, girl, I won't never doubt you
Know it ain't no n*gga in this world could outdo
What I'm willin' to do for your love
Your smile, your kisses, your hugs
I'm just fucked up about you so, uh
[Chorus]
I just wanna show you that I can do better
Baby, I won't stop
'Til you let me give you what you want
'Til you let me give you what you want
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➥ Lyrics:
One more—
[Verse 1: Drake]
I been blowin' through the money like it grow on trees
I been fuckin' on a French bitch, c'est la vie
I just put 'em on a jet, now they all Italian
Way I'm dressin' tell I been to a thousand islands
This bitch lie 'bout gettin' shots, but she still a stallion
She don't even get the joke, but she still smilin'
Every night late night like I'm Jimmy Fallon
Cro shoot from anywhere like he Ray Allen
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Got a fur on in Tampa, got me burnin' up
Shorty say she graduated, she ain't learn еnough
Play your album, track one, 'kay, I heard enough
Girl, thе driver downstairs, better hurry up
Savage got a new stick he wanna dirty up
Touch down in NY, tear the Mercer up
Ayy, Bottega shades with the grey tints
Introduce me to her n*gga, yeah, it make sense
Gotta put her on the team, got a great bench
Linking with the opps, bitch, I did that shit for J Prince
Bitch, I did it for the mob ties
Feel like seventeen, two Percs, frog eyes
And I never been the one to go apologize
Me, I'd rather hit 'em up one more time
Ayy, known the girl for six months, dinner up at my place
But I got these diamonds on my neck, so it's a blind date
All my n*ggas on the roads raising up the crime rate
Your name not ringin' out here, it's on vibrate
And she took a score, now shorty gotta hydrate
And he did some dirt, now my crodie gotta migrate
Prolly won't see him for some years, when I do, though
Turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Crodie, turn me up
Ayy, Crodie, turn me
Ayy, yeah, what? Crodie, turn me, what?
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
(21) In a droptop Benz like it's '03
(21) Had the shooters aim down from the nosebleeds
(21) Gotta get this passport, keep my nose clean
Bitch tried to burn me up
Keep a Magnum tucked (Yeah)
I'll never slip (Never)
SF90 rims red like a poker chip (Pussy)
Rich as hell, still hood, in the Stroker's VIP (Pussy)
Pink slip in the glove for the ownership (21)
Limpin' with the .30 on like a broke hip (21)
Red flag giving blood on some donor shit (On God)
All the opps get a bullet on some Oprah shit
Went from Angell Town Estate to a big estate
Prolly woulda had a zombie on me if I woulda stayed (21)
Still a caught a case if I woulda stayed (Facts)
I been thuggin' all my life, that's just how I play it (Facts)
Still posted in the A where n*ggas fear me
Still gotta see the Gunners win Premier League (21)
Still gotta keep a gun that's always near me
And I'm down to hit 'em up
[Chorus: Drake]
One more time
Hit my line, you know that head was great
Oh, yeah, alright, don't do romancin'
One more time, you gotta run the fades
Oh, yeah, alright
One more time
[Outro]
One more—
One more—
One more time
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➥ Lyrics:
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
Major distribution, man, my label on my dick, for real
Fuckin' with your friend and she ain't tell you, y'all ain't shit, for real
I've been out here crushin' on success, now she my bitch, for real
You say I'm persuasive, girl, but you can't spell that shit, for real
[Verse 1: Drake & Lil Yachty]
Hmm, hmm, in this mansion, I'm Macaulay Culkin
Paid in full, I'm Mekhi Phifer
Know you're tired, we just did dinner for three hours
Lyin' to me all night
Buyin' Benz Benzes out of spite
Paid a hundred, ran up somethin' light
Simple price to keep 'em out my life
Booby Trap, we need a business office
Magic City need a business office
Twenty-nine, I keep a business office
I'm in lovе with Houston, Dallas, Austin
Tell your guys to hold off on the team
Changеd, seem like they may need money for coffins
Cuban girl, a fan of ground coffee
Text me on the signal, don't call me
Hmm, hmm, major distribution, labels call me
Bad Bunny numbers, it's a robbery
Five-hundred million, just for Aubrey
Hmm, hmm, yeah, major distribution how I pop it
Mention me to be the hottest topic
Same place you singin', bitch, you shoppin'
[Chorus: Drake]
Okay, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, okay
[Verse 2: 21 Savage]
N*gga tried to play this shit light, play it cool, play me like I'm sweet
Fuckin' on an opp n*gga bitch, say she miss the golds in my teeth
4L shit, know we steppin', y'all should get to funeral preparin'
SF90, this is not McLaren, make an IG model run my errands
He gon' miss and we gon' spin his parents, stayed in Houston long as Steve Francis
Shoot his feet, got him doin' dances, wiggin' n*ggas like I played at Kansas
Ever seen somebody get shot? Lot of shit I seen before the top
I ain't tryna wrestle like The Rock, fuck the trish, I'd rather sip the wock
Lot of things I do to stay alive, everythin' except for call the cops
Savage still let his gun pop, FOX 5 gang, get you knocked
Major distribution, labels callin', Harry Styles numbers, it's a robbery
My n*ggas go in-Zayn to catch a body, we was face to face, you could've shot me
[Chorus: Drake]
Okay, go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Okay, okay, go stupid, stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, go stupid
Go stupid, okay
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➥ Lyrics:
Go buy a zip of weed, hit the club
Pay for 'bout ten n*ggas to get in
We crunk, lit, in this bitch, yeah
Know we walk around the world
Steppin', not givin a damn 'bout where our feet land at, yeah
Get your ass mushed, smooshed (6ix)
Yeah, 21, the biggest
Put a n*gga in the chicken wing, pussy
[Chorus: Drake & 21 Savage]
21, can you do somethin' for me? (21)
Can you hit a lil' rich flex for me? (21)
And 21, can you do somethin' for me? (21, 21)
Drop some bars to my pussy ex for me
Then 21 (21), can you do somethin' for me? (Yeah)
Can you talk to the opps necks for me? (Okay)
21, do your thing 21, do your thing (21)
Do your thing, 21, yeah okay
[Verse: 21 Savage]
Yellow diamonds in the watch, this shit cost a lot
Never send a bitch your dot, that's how you get shot
I DM in Vanish Mode, I do that shit a lot
Took her panties off and this bitch thicker than the plot
All my exes ain't nothin', them hoes busted
If my opps ain't rappin', they ass duckin'
You ain't ready to pull the trigger, don't clutch it
I know you on your period baby, can you suck it?
I'm a savage (21)
Smack her booty in Magic (21, 21)
I'll slap a pussy n*gga with a ratchet (Pussy)
I might slap a tracker on his whip and get the addy (Pussy)
Don't call me on Christmas Eve, bitch, call your daddy (21)
Bitch, call your uncle (21), bitch, don't call me (21)
Always in my ear, your ho a flea (Fuck)
Why my opps be posting guns and only use they feet? (21)
Paid like an athlete, I got—
[Segue: Drake]
All you hoes, all of you hoes need to remember who y'all talkin' to
It's a Slaughter Gang CEO
I got dick for you if I'm not workin', girl
If I'm busy then fuck no
You need to find you someone else to call
When your bank account get low, you need to find you someone—
[Part II]
[Intro: Drake]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
I'm on that Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit, ayy
[Verse: Drake]
Sticks and stones, chrome on chrome
That's just what a n*gga on
Internet clones, got 'em kissin' through the phone
Pussies cliquin' up so they don't feel alone, ayy
Nan' n*gga seein' me, I'm Young Money CMB
I used to roll with CMG, the house is not a BNB
The bad bitches waitin' on a n*gga like I'm PND
I'm steady pushin' P, you n*ggas pushing PTSD
I told her ass to kiss me in the club, fuck a TMZ
I used to want a GMC, when Woe was doing BNE
We revvin' up and goin' on a run like we DMC
I layup with her for a couple days, then its BRB
You rappers love askin' if I fucked, when you know we did
When you know we did
She came in heels but she left out on her cozy shit
Ayy, I'm livin every twenty-four like Kobe did
Shoutout to the 6ix, R.I.P to 8
Swear this shit is gettin' ate, I'm on ten for the cake
Get a lot of love from twelve, but I don't reciprocate
Fifty-one division stay patrollin' when it's late
21 my addy, so the knife is on the gate
All the dawgs eatin' off a Baccarat plate
N*ggas see Drake and they underestimate
Take it from a vet', that's a rookie ass mistake, ayy
[Outro: Drake & Young Nudy]
Ah, ah
Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit
Ayy, Slaughter Gang shit, ayy, murder gang shit
On God
Boy, look, you the motherfuckin' man, boy, you, ooh
You is the man, you hear me?
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➥ Lyrics:
Ray, where the fuck are you?
Damn, Trademark
[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it
And it feel like The Matrix, 'cause the way that they all be faking
And I ride with a hundred rounds, 'cause I know they tryna take me
And we finna gun 'em down if that boy ever try to play me
Yeah, it's sad, the industry making me mad
And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had
Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you
Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you
[Verse 1: YNW BSlime]
Yeah, glad thе boys who really made it out
Stack this cheddar, makе my brother proud
Watch out for the snake n*ggas, they gon' talk about you when you not around
And that's factual, they be cappin' bro, can't let them get past me though
New crib when I blow up, I'm feeling too real, finna go up
I got a thirty on me, better show up
No, you ain't gang, lil' boy, you don't know us
I know that they lame, I know they be running
You want the bank, you don't want the money
I told my brother, "I feel something coming"
No more rainy days, it's finna be sunny, yeah
Oh, I watched it all, seen it all
No more calls, we gon' ball
It's in the past, know it wouldn't last
No turning back, we full gas
[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it
And it feel like The Matrix, 'cause the way that they all be faking
And I ride with a hundred rounds, 'cause I know they tryna take me
And we finna gun 'em down if that boy ever try to play me
Yeah, it's sad, the industry making me mad
And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had
Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you
Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you
[Verse 2: DC The Don]
Mercedes Benz, it's a S-Class, I could skrt off
Walked in with some Rick Owens jeans, racks out, I'm a show off
Bitch, you did shit with me in the gym, racks in, I don't know y'all
V12, with some turbo, legendary shit, J Cole
We tryna go up we in sport mode (Woah)
All this shit I'm doing really legendary, hella legendary
I don't know, she said, "You the GOAT and Donny, it don't make sense" (Woah, woah)
And I said, "Yes girl, now I know"
And it's so dope, living on the road but I ain't got my brother with me, I ain't ate since (Ooh)
But she said, "Okay, let's get's to it, I peep the shit you doing"
I just want your soul, baby, can you do it?
And don't be sorry, I don't need a sorry, save that shit for the radio
Slam the door and you swerve off (Srkt, skrt)
Sending broken hearts, always tryna get the last word off
[Chorus: YNW BSlime]
Make it, yeah, they always told me I would make it
And it feel like The Matrix, 'cause the way that they all be faking
And I ride with a hundred rounds, 'cause I know they tryna take me
And we finna gun 'em down if that boy ever try to play me
Yeah, it's sad, the industry making me mad
And I told my brother yesterday, he the best friend I ever had
Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you
Man, I'm glad, yeah, I'm glad for you
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➥ Lyrics:
I'm messed up, gang
I'm comin' back for everything I deserve, yeah
(Tay Keith, fuck these n*ggas up)
Grr
[Verse 1]
I ain't gon' lie, you n*ggas in trouble (n*ggas in trouble)
Can't sign that shit 'til is double ('Til is double)
Rich young n*gga can't get in no scuffle
I'm 'quipped with the blick, that's on my brother (Grr, grr, grr)
Take a risk everyday with my life, I'ma roll that dice like it's ten of folks
Go to the bank, deposit money every weekend and bitch 'til I break that ho (Break that ho)
N*gga say that I ain't got enough money in my pocket, pussy-ass n*gga need some more (More monеy)
I ain't been asleep in good damn week, I'm missing that, but you can't say I'm broke
Me and my brother had bunk bеds, I was on bottom of it down there to the floor
Now when you step in my crib, you can lay on my bed with twenty-somethin' hoes (Twenty bitches)
Clip so long, look like turkey legs, thank God everyday that I ain't dead (I ain't dead)
Dirty ass gang, gotta know how to play it
Got to keep my head with one in the head (One in the head)
Blowing it fast, he like the steak (Like the steak)
Cheap cheese in a spread on his plate (On his plate)
Money on his books, so, you know he straight (Know he straight)
Chains so big look like he Jamaican (Jamaican)
See them comments, sayin' I'm fakin'
I make a n*gga fake dead, bitch, stop playin' (Grr)
First lil' deal, I took a lil' bit out of that, then twenty K on a n*gga neck (Oh, yeah, oh, yeah)
Up a couple mil's, still went on a drill, I'm a CEO when I'm on the field with the ratchet
Throw my dog a bone and he went to go fetch
When he brought the bitch back, had a whole damn sack (Oh, yeah)
Bleed purple, see purple, weed purple, n*ggas know this shit be Crip (Shit be Crip)
Small circle, start to irk her, bitches fertile, still left it on her lip (On her lip)
Mane lurkin', brain hurtin', chains hurtin', same person thinkin' 'bout murder (Thinkin' 'bout murder)
Pain perkin', drugs workin', lanes swervin', in a vert', somethin' I'm workin' (Come on)
[Chorus]
Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these n*ggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, I ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch
Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these n*ggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, I ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch
[Verse 2]
Bad ass bitch with a whole lot of ass, whole lot of cash, that's my type
All eyes on me, can't talk to the hoes, C-Grape go-getter, he know what I like (Know what I likes)
I don't do trickin', might pay for the pussy, don't let me know the price, it might be right (Might be right)
See her print all through her tights, her camel toe, it be toein' right (Be toein' right)
Queso, Frito Lay, we count chips, we be straight
My bitch, she too gay, we fuck hoes all damn day
Shoe box turned to a safe
Trap house turned to a state
White bricks over new J's
Trap fashion runway
One up on me, you won't get that, couple n*ggas want they lick back (Want they lick back)
Shit on n*ggas like a shit bag, poppin' n*ggas with my rich ass (With my rich ass)
Run laps on 'em like a zig-zag, know they big mad 'cause where I'm at
I came back, trap made a comeback, I can't front that I been on that (Grr)
She say somethin', I say nothin' (Grr)
Keep on fussin', I ain't budgin' (I ain't budgin')
I'm 'bout it 'cause money I'm touchin', and plenty bitches I'm fuckin'
Switcheroo a ho real quick, on some real shit, I'm P
She say I'm duckin', no lovin', no trustin', bitch, I'm me
[Chorus]
Woah, roll up one, trap doin' numbers, it jump, jump, jump
No, don't throw my gun, get out the car, run Forest, run, run
Oh, these n*ggas my sons, dead beat to 'em, I ain't got nothin' for 'em
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice, she eatin' dick, she the real munch
[Outro]
Bad bitch look like Ice Spice fine ass
Know what I mean? She eatin' dick, she the real munch
Comin' back for this shit
Pay me in respect, not money, bitch