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A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Better Off Alone Album Lyrics



A Boogie Wit da Hoodie - Better Off Alone Lyrics






Better Off Alone

Stained my mind like you stained my sheets
(Aj ruin everything, he in here, T Kee)
I can be there for your needs
I think I'm better off alone, babe

Why you on my back? It's like you fell in love with arguin' and fightin' back and forth
But it ain't never forth and back, no
Every night it's something
When I don't be up to nothin'
I be in the studio, I'm harmonizin' on these tracks, woah
Guess I'm better off alone right now, I'm ducked off in Bahamas
Got so much shit on my shoulders, think my back broke
You don't got this money keep on comin' in, I put that on my mother
I've been savin' up these commas, can't go back, bro

I'm payin' seven-figure taxes
Ain't got time for no relaxin'
Bulletproof all of my cars, you can't come near me
Sosa crashed the Lamborghini and I wish I had a key to go and free all of my niggas, miss them dearly
Right now, it's been a couple years since I put on Mike Amiri
Six bands on these Chrome Heart pants, shit is gettin' scary
You're right we always arguin', debatin'
When I know your friends be hatin'
Probably wish a nigga fall off

I like how I can hit you last minute and you changin' your travel
Niggas see me on the TV, hatin', changin' they channel
No more BBs, rockin' CC just to hold my pants up
They goin' through a lot of things, ain't mean to hold my fans up
Seen my youngin laid out and cried when he couldn't stand up
I lost my dogs to the streets, this shit be feelin' like cancer
The opps be playin' man-to-man
I'm in my zone, sometimes you see me by myself, I could do better on my own

I got tired of sayin' I'm better off alone now
Too late, I packed my bags, I'm on a PJ, now I'm gone
Only feelin' safe around my bros
I gotta bulletproof the bus, they won't catch me lackin' on the road
You won't catch me on no Shade Room, these hoes tryna be sneaky and record me
Security take their phones, huh
And I bet he let these niggas come around
'Cause they be tryna steal my sound
But they don't know I can't be cloned

Stained my mind like you stained my sheets
(Yeah, know I can't be cloned)
Better off alone
Better off alone, better off alone
Better off alone, better off alone
Better off alone, better off alone
Better off, better off
I can be there for your needs
I think I'm better off alone, babe
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Writer: Artist Dubose
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Dark King

(Reed, run it back)
F*ckin' 'round with you, I don't wanna be loved, you got me feelin' a way
Mm, yeah
Pray for me, mama

Listen, I don't wanna hurt anybody, my bitch is a brat, had to Birkin her body
I don't need a bodyguard, only got bodyguards with me 'cause I don't want bro catchin' bodies
I'm in the A and I still got the pocket rocket on me, niggas be slow with the traffic
If No got it on him, yopu know he gon' pop it
Dubai got it on him, you know he gon' pop it
And black tips, blue tips, RIPs, even .308s in the chopper
Lot of niggas hate on me in these streets, please just pray for me, mama
Me, Tough and Montana was runnin' the streets and we ain't believe in the karma
I wouldn't be tuckin' the grip in the car tires if the f*ckin' police wasn't on us

And I'm unbreakable, nothin' but glass on my wrist, turn into Split when I wanna
Turn to a beast when I wanna, turn to a beast, turn to a beast if I wanna
You don't wanna be Alpo, you don't wanna Guapo, in these streets, you don't wanna
Gotta be fly as hell, man, free YSL and don't go talk about shit you seen
Free that boy Slime out the cell, brodie be movin' like Jimmy and I'm like Sheen
It's so hard to tell, the nigga that might just sell might be in your team
Like Vince Carter, yeah, I've been ballin' so damn long, yeah
Shows in Toronto, all my bros gettin' booed at parties, yeah
Smokin', drinkin' like it's no tomorrow
Floatin', lookin' out, I need to ride the boat
Off the, I've been off the, look
Off the, I've been off the, mm
I've been up a couple of days, I've been workin' so hard and I told her I feel like a zombie
If I take your soul and then you take my soul away, baby, then f*ck it, we both Illuminati
And my heart was broke when I met you, manipulative ways, you was just tryna line me
And I was so broke when I met you, wore Nike tech for days, got 'em off of the swipers
Niggas ain't never outside and you know that my revenue always be poppin' (poppin')
I just might be f*ckin' they bitch, so whatever they be say don't have me bothered (bothered)
I like when she stand on her feet, when she ride it and drop it like Megan Thee Stallion
Cameras on me, I got money on me and my hoodie on, that's how you know I'm on timin'
The f*ck I look like havin' smoke with a rapper? I told you niggas is nothin' but actors
Black manager whippin', I bust down the Patek, your bitch is a groupie, I got her on camera
Just know that we never be lackin', even though my mama told me, "Don't you never say never"
Whoever said the money can't buy a nigga no happiness lied, I feel better than ever
F*ckin' 'round with you, I don't wanna be loved, you got me feelin' a way
Take another pole 'cause I'm prayin' to God that the Devil don't take me away
I wasn't that fly in school, Mama love would only gave me like five dollars a week
Don't push me, I am no killer, but, my nigga, stay away 'cause

Listen, I don't wanna hurt anybody, my bitch is a brat, had to Birkin her body
I don't need a bodyguard, only got bodyguards with me 'cause I don't want bro catchin' bodies (woo)
I'm in the A and I still got the pocket rocket on me, niggas be slow with the traffic
If No got it on him, he gon' pop it, if Dubai got it on him, you know he gon' pop it
And black tips, blue tips, RIPs, even .308s in the chopper
Lot of niggas hate on me in these streets, please just pray for me, mama
Me, Tough and Montana was runnin' the streets and we ain't believe in the karma
I wouldn't be tuckin' the grip in the car tires if the f*ckin' police wasn't on us
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Writer: Artist Dubose
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Lets Go Away

I can show you how to find love in a shop
I can show you how to find love at a bar (uh, uh)
I can show you how to find love in a star (yeah)
Baby, you can count my love like a star, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Lil' baby went to bussin' in the car (yeah)
She said she wanna smoke like a cigar (yeah, yeah)
Lil' mama wanna do it in the car (in the car)
I'ma drink her like we at the bar, yeah
Let's go away, I'm tryna whip us up a vacation
Spend time every day, let's go away
Baby, takin' a vacation (ooh)
We 'bout to keep it live every day
Shop every day, 'flage every day
Foreplayin', makin' love every day
Falsetto bae, Montego Bay

No condom, but we sex like it's safe
Sex in a rave
Sex on a boat, so you can ride my wave
Presidential Rollies, plain Day-Dates
Me and Slime on a jet, snakes on a plane
I can show you how to find love when it's dark
And you don't gotta show me how to unstrap your bra
F*ck your insecurities, I love the way you are
I'll be your security and treat you like a star
I can show you how to make love what you want
Hit it from the back and slap your butt when we f*ck
She text you, "LOL," but she ain't laughin' at all
Might just write, "I love you" without havin' a heart

I can show you how to find love in a shop
I can show you how to find love at a bar (uh, uh)
I can show you how to find love in a star (yeah)
Baby, you can count my love like a star, yeah (yeah, yeah)
Lil' baby went to bussin' in the car (yeah)
She said she wanna smoke like a cigar (yeah, yeah)
Lil' mama wanna do it in the car (in the car)
I'ma drink her like we at the bar, yeah
Let's go away, I'm tryna whip us up a vacation
Spend time every day, let's go away
Baby, takin' a vacation (ooh)
We 'bout to keep it live every day
Shop every day, 'flage every day
Foreplayin', makin' love every day
Falsetto bae, Montego Bay
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Writer: Artist Dubose, Jeffrey Williams, Adrien Gough, Joseph Salusbury, Martin McKinney, Sam Willows
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Body

Forever, forever
I wanna be with you, you, you (you, you, you)
Forever
Forever, forever
I wanna be with you, you, you (Luca on the track)
Forever

Damn (damn)
Only for one night (night)
I wanna be with, I wanna be with you (with you)
Money up, okay, you match my fly (fly)
I wanna be with, I wanna be with you (with you)
Damn (damn)
Only for one night (night)
I wanna be with, I wanna be with you (with you)
Money up, okay, you match my fly (fly)
I wanna be with, I wanna be with you (with you)

I still think about you, you, you
I still think about you, tell me how you been
Crazy how you turned into a dub when I could've been f*ckin' two tens
Crazy how I still feel alone in a room when my whole crew there (look)
Can't help myself
Could've been more loyal (Loyal)
Could've been more for you (for you)
But you been so fake, I swear as
As the chains these niggas be wearin'
Aluminium foil (foil)
No heart to pull you
First time I saw you (saw you)
You took shrooms with me

Had you out your body (your body)
Had you out your body (your body)
Had you out your body (your body)
Had you out your body (your body)
Mm, had you out your body (your body)
Had you out your body (your body)

Damn (damn)
Only for one night (night)
I wanna be with, I wanna be with you (with you)
Money up, okay, you match my fly (fly)
I wanna be with, I wanna be with you (with you)
Damn (damn)
Only for one night (night)
I wanna be with, I wanna be with you (with you)
Money up, okay, you match my fly (fly)
I wanna be with, I wanna be with you (with you)

For sure (for sure)
I'll take a life for you, I'll make 'em cry for you
I can't get tired of you, desire you
I'd want four, five of you if there was five of you
No lie to you, I'll let it baow for you, it's like I'm Fivio
Take shots with me, I took a shot for you
Now I need a shot of you
Full-time with you, I do what I gotta do
I just wanna vibe with you, would die for you (for you)
Pull up to the side for you (for you)
I ain't gotta hide from you (from you)
Bet I make you break the shroom

Had you out your body?
G6, Scully
The way you suck, you got it (got it)
Eat your pussy like Hibachi (Hibachi)
Blast off, rocket
I can't pass so I'm Stockton
Thuggin' in my 'lone, come home
I was wrong, baby, I was blinded
Blowin' up your phone, what you on? Where you at?
Baby girl, I'm slidin'
Let me be alone, I rather you do that
Than be outside thottin
I ain't tryna troll, girl, I'm grown so what's goin' on? Just be honest
What's with all the awkward silence?
You got another nigga, then it's violence
Like, damn

Damn (damn)
Only for one night (night)
I wanna be with, I wanna be with you (with you)
Money up, okay, you match my fly (fly)
I wanna be with, I wanna be with you (with you)
Damn (damn)
Only for one night (night)
I wanna be with, I wanna be with you (with you)
Money up, okay, you match my fly (fly)
I wanna be with, I wanna be with you (with you)

Forever, forever
I wanna be with you, you, you (you, you, you)
Forever, forever
I wanna be with you, you, you (you, you, you)
Forever
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Writer: Artist Dubose, Cashmere Small, Corey Nutile, Jaucquez Lowe, Luca Fano-Caroti, Nicolas Baran
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Somebody (Better Off Alone)

I know you been needing somebody
Mustard on the beat

Look, I know you been needing somebody
Nobody really got me like I got me
Just tell me what you really want from me
It's no problem, I'ma go see if I got it
Just tell me what you really want from me
What you really want?
I know you been needing somebody
Nobody really got me like I got me
Just tell me what you really want from me
It's no problem, I'ma go see if I got it
If I got it, then you got it it's no problem
Hoes plotting, thinking that we don't know 'bout 'em
I wonder what the f*ck they want from me
I know that you been needing somebody

I know your head sloppy
You really do it like you care about me
Avianne got me feeling like I'm playing hockey
Rap money got me pulling up in big bodies
Big bodies little niggas don't know shit 'bout me
Call me Artie I love to party, shooters beside me
Left the 'Rari inside the parking lot oh I'm sorry
Ended up with a Spanish mami calling me papi
Acting cocky when she really don't know shit 'bout me
Know they always wonder why I got my clique by me
Don't touch me, you'll be lucky if you sit by me
They'll get it 'til they really see their bitch by me
Got a trophy on my arm I keep my wrist icy
If you want it nigga then you gotta get by me
Always wanted a Patek now I can get like three
If you think it's too late, then it just might be

Look, I know you been needing somebody
Nobody really got me like I got me
Just tell me what you really want from me
It's no problem, I'ma go see if I got it
If I got it, then you got it it's no problem
Hoes plotting, thinking that we don't know 'bout 'em
I wonder what the f*ck they want from me
I know that you been needing somebody

We can get it popping for the night though
You know my style, red bottoms, only the spikes though
Yeah, it's always a light show whenever the ice glow
Couple more shots ain't no tellin' where we might go
To the Marriott or we could take it to the trap
Spittin' on my mic, should have put her on a track
F*ck around and have you butt naked on my Snap
Wit your legs in the air got you shakin' on your back like
Wait, I think she catchin' a seizure
All my old hoes tell me I'm catchin' amnesia
A different kind of beast I'm not a regular creature
Drop two seater Beemer, cranberry its features, Don

What they really want from the nigga?
What you really want?
What the f*ck they really want from the nigga?

I know you been needing somebody
Nobody really got me like I got me
Just tell me what you really want from me
It's no problem, I'ma go see if I got it
If I got it, then you got it it's no problem
Hoes plotting, thinking that we don't know 'bout 'em
I wonder what the f*ck they want from me
I know that you been needing somebody
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Writer: Artist Dubose
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Steppas

Steppas, steppas
Steppas, steppas
Steppas, steppas
Steppas, steppas
Steppas, steppas
Steppas, steppas
Steppas, steppas
Steppas, steppas

Step in that bih, wipe his nose, okay (okay, okay)
Hit him where it hurt, leave him in the dirt, dirt base (leave him in the dirt, dirt base)
Switchers and choppers, penthouse full of grenades (whoa)
She rockin' on my ice and I'm f*ckin' on this bitch all day (this bitch all day)
Put him in a box, leave a lil' nigga in a lake (leave a lil' nigga in a lake)
Huh? Walk in the apartment, all you see is yellow tape (all you see is yellow tape)
Huh? Bust down, bust down, bust down, glass in her face (bust down, bust down, glass in her face)
Yeah, I Chrome Heart your baby mommy body, you call her bae (whoa), damn

Back in my bag in the Chrome Heart mess
I just crashed the 'Rari 'cause the bitch too fast
She broke my heart in pieces, Eliantte glass
Hit the strip club, I'm not comin' right back (yeah)
I just bought a SIG and it got kickback
Check out the fridge in the new Maybach
Klu Klux diamonds on the top of my hands
Got her on her knees and she not prayin'
Takin' Adderall 'cause I don't do Xans
Flood the AP, gotta make a bitch dance
Makin' blue faces, f*ck is you sayin'?
Styrofoam cup, throwin' up a few bands
Shoot up the funeral, shoot out the van
Shoot up the funeral, hit up your mans
I don't do love and ain't no new friends
Free Double M, he got caught in a jam

Step in that bih, wipe his nose, okay (okay, okay)
Hit him where it hurt, leave him in the dirt, dirt base (leave him in the dirt, dirt base)
Switchers and choppers, penthouse full of grenades (whoa)
She rockin' on my ice and I'm f*ckin' on this bitch all day (this bitch all day)
Put him in a box, leave a lil' nigga in a lake (leave a lil' nigga in a lake)
Huh? Walk in the apartment, all you see is yellow tape (all you see is yellow tape)
Huh? Bust down, bust down, bust down, glass in her face (bust down, bust down, glass in her face)
Yeah, I Chrome Heart your baby mommy body, you call her bae (whoa), damn

All I know is gas, no brakes
Lil' bro caught a body with a mask on tape
I was in the penthouse countin' cash all day
With a strap on my lap, can't lack, no way
With a baddy I hit off a Addy
I blew out her back, she like, "Take me to Saks, okay"
It ain't nothin' to get what you want
I can blow all them racks and then go get it back, one play
With the wolves hoodie on, like I'm Red Robin
In your hood, niggas spin, what you did 'bout it?
If I f*ck on this bitch, he gon' cry 'bout it
Fall in love with that pussy, don't die 'bout it
I pull up double-R truck, soon as I hop out it
They look at me like I'm cock-eyed
Takin' these drugs, I'm startin' to feel like I'm psychotic
Addys and Percs in my side pocket

Step in that bih, wipe his nose, okay (okay, okay)
Hit him where it hurt, leave him in the dirt, dirt base (leave him in the dirt, dirt base)
Switchers and choppers, penthouse full of grenades (whoa)
She rockin' on my ice and I'm f*ckin' on this bitch all day (this bitch all day)
Put him in a box, leave a lil' nigga in a lake (leave a lil' nigga in a lake)
Huh? Walk in the apartment, all you see is yellow tape (all you see is yellow tape)
Huh? Bust down, bust down, bust down, glass in her face (bust down, bust down, glass in her face)
Yeah, I Chrome Heart your baby mommy body, you call her bae (whoa), damn
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Writer: Artist Dubose, Alex Petit, Antonio Williams, Dylan Cleary-Kell, Jordan Holt-May, LeQuincy Anderson, London Holmes, Martell Smith-Williams
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




Headaches

I called your bitch and told her forget it
In the club with a motherf*ckin' stick, it is not an aesthetic
The baguetties pop out of the tints, shoutout to Elliot
I'm poppin' these pills like they Tylenol
But they never get rid of the headaches, let's get it
I'm ridin' around with a stallion
My chain bigger than a medallion
My name on her body, she tatted up
Forty-one bezel, the bad man, oh
Blue faces like Mystique and her ex cannot take it
Don't tell me you love me and fake it
That shit is irrelevant, just keep it player (huh)
Told you, you don't gotta trade it, you can get the crocodile or the gator
Just hit up girl from the Hermes store, tell her, "I'ma see you later"
Bought the whole damn Bergdorf store
Now I go to Kenz' and Ford for the flavor
Balenciaga your favorite, we can get Kanye to make it
This the lifestyle of a Bronx nigga from the west side, can't fake it
I was just there on the concrete jungle, made it out of the pavement
Mama told me show no love, but do not be a hater
Like LeBron on the Lakers, cross it off, I'ma
Damn, when I pull out my bands
Paid ten thousand for these Chrome Hearts pants
Yeah, go 'head, act dead
Nigga, even if it rained, we still slid
Me and my dogs gon' ride, together like Clifford, leave that bitch on read
'Round here, niggas don't dance
F*ck that cha-cha slide, we just blam, blam (blam)
F*ck around and get you blammed
Free my broski Montana and V-12 up out that can
That F&N don't jam, f*ck around, go through you and your mans
See you when I land, out in Canada, yeah, I'm the man
Yeah, look, yeah, I'm the man
Yeah, look, yeah, I'm the man
My mama, she proud of me
Her baby a prodigy
And I'm rockin' Prada jeans
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Writer: Artist Dubose, Dylan Cleary-Krell, Harper Gordon, Jengis Rahmanoski, joseph zoumboulias
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Spotlight

(We got London on da Track)

My nigga, I can see the spotlight and I can see the cameras rollin'
I never thought that it'd be my time, I doubted myself when I was really chosen
You ain't gang if you ain't hop the train with us, put in pain with us
You ain't even bust at no opps
And my side bitch cheated on her main nigga with my gang
It still hurts even though she's not mine

And I don't want no new homies, I'll probably rob 'em
In Miami thirteen deep and we all got it on us
V6, I chartered a trip back
Back when I was strugglin', my mom and my broskies was the only ones to get made
I know they ain't gon' never switch up
It's hard not to forgive my dogs and I put that on my soul
I will never give up, they can't stop me from goin' off
Late night, outside slidin' with it, it's on me
Mom said, "Be careful, don't you die on me"
Lost some of my broskies I loved and I cared for
If I wasn't so famous, I would go slide

My nigga, I can see the spotlight and I can see the cameras rollin'
I never thought that it'd be my time, I doubted myself when I was really chosen
You ain't gang if you ain't hop the train with us, put in pain with us
You ain't even bust at no opps
And my side bitch cheated on her main nigga with my gang
It still hurts even though she's not mine (Smurkio)

Grammy nominated to a Grammy winner (oh)
If I gave a speech, I would've thanked the lowest part of the trenches
Rags to riches, my balance ain't been low in a minute
Your ex ain't got this, this Patek, it's a special edition (yeah, yeah, yeah)
The hood love you when you up, you could be a regular nigga (oh)
Your mama bills late as hell, but you be there for them bitches (be there for them bitches)
Your son had a football game and you ain't never attended (attended)
Your daughter graduated too, but you can never remember
I'm with my brothers wrong or wrong, this the blooda in me (blooda in me)
I'd rather trade the old love for this luxury (luxury)
I lost my brother, no matter what, the shit be f*ckin' with me (f*ckin' with me)
I'm just a product of my environment, they f*ckin' with me (f*ckin' with me)
Your nigga f*ckin' on your friend, them niggas ain't got no manners (ain't got no manners)
You gotta trust your instinct, you gotta follow the pattern (follow the pattern)
You ain't never fall in love, but Smurk f*ckin' you better (f*ckin' you better)
I'm the one that cuffed you up, got the bitches so jealous

My nigga, I can see the spotlight and I can see the cameras rollin'
I never thought that it'd be my time, I doubted myself when I was really chosen
You ain't gang if you ain't hop the train with us, put in pain with us
You ain't even bust at no opps (you ain't bust at no opps)
And my side bitch cheated on her main nigga with my gang
It still hurts even though she's not mine (not mine)
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Writer: Artist Dubose, Durk Banks, Dinero, London Holmes
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Need You Around

I want you now
Baby, won't you come my way (my way)
Need you around
You already know where I stay (my way)
I'll leave the door open (my way)
Girl, it's just us two (what I say goes)
We don't need no interruptions (you already know, oh-oh, yeah)

My way
Lamborghini blue and white like MySpace
I already knew she was in God's place
We go up, Kai's place
We go up (we go up)
All the scars on my heart, I cover it with jewelry
I never close my eyes, so there ain't no foolin' me
I'm with my bros, my guys but you always think I'm cheatin'
I won't leave you if I know these hoes is for the streets
It's that fur on the Chrome Hearts, jacket coverin' me
Hoodie cover up my eyes so I can't see anything
You want control overtime, you can't put me on a leash
I'm from the side of the Bronx that'll turn you to a beast
I don't take no phone calls late night when I'm with you
You get whatever you want, you keep our business off the street
You got any Birkin bag that you want, just leave your purse
And catch this flight 'cause I miss you and I just want you to swing
Look

I want you now
Baby, won't you come my way (my way)
Need you around
You already know where the f*ck I stay (my way)
I'll leave the door open (my way)
Girl, it's just us two (what I say goes)
We don't need no interruptions (you already know, oh-oh, yeah)

I'm off the '42, got me doin' shit that I can't explain
In SF ninety, I'm goin' one-fifty in both lanes
I got too many exotics, bulletproof so it don't graze
On a flight to an island, just me and my whole gang
And my boys, we like girls on girls, so bring friends
Girls, girls, girls
I'm a player, put your number on this paper, 'cause I would love to date you
I'll holla at you when I get off tour, huh (look)
And you know you come my way
You know you come my, my way
You know you come by
You know you come right where I stay (look)

I want you now
Baby, won't you come my way (my way)
Need you around
You already know where the f*ck I stay (my way)
I'll leave the door open (my way)
Girl, it's just us two (what I say goes)
We don't need no interruptions (you already know, oh-oh, yeah)

I want you now
Baby, won't you come my way
Need you around
You know where I stay
I'll leave the door open
Girl, it's just us two
Don't need no interruptions
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Writer: Artist Dubose, Francis LeBlanc, Jermain Maudlin, Jordon Holt-May, Manuel Seal, Shaun Thomas, Usher Raymond
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




One Shot

You only get one get one shot (one shot one shot)
This opportunity only comes once in a lifetime (lifetime)

You only get one get don't ever miss
Told my nigga if you gonna spin the block you better hit
That's two for me counting this money ain't new to me
You know we riding 'round in the BPs no moving me
You know there's nothing none of my opps could never do to me
I hear you niggas talking just stop it with all that foolery
Told 'em that I only got real love for my day ones
If I ever called you my guys then you gon' stay one
Riding around my city all day with my hoodie on
I can't even step out in traffic unless I'm fully armed
Gotta pray to God for my sins hoping he help me
Gotta wear my heart on my sleeve so they can feel me

Shit I only got one mic and one chance
If you tryna come taking one of mine then we dumping
30 in the clip, left with 23 make you jump-man
7 shells fell in the V I told you we done playing
I've been jacking f*ck love don't wanna play no games
Saying what you think, but you think about what you don't say
Bitches say they love me but gotta google my whole name
Driving through my city the Double-R filled of cocaine

Run it up like Serena Williams when she jogging
All my niggas sipping double cups but we ain't nodding
On my Ps & Qs we never slipping we from Highbridge
And you know we steady getting to them bucks like Giannis
I mean we really playing for that team you wish you played for
(Look) playing with her nose all day Demi Moore
Blow your block up like a Claymore
(Look) we on duty nigga call for me
Just be cool you don't want no war from me
She know she can't get my heart from me anymore
Need you to be there if I fall pick me off the floor
(I need you to keep it tall)

Shit I only got one mic and one chance
If you tryna come taking one of mine then we dumping
30 in the clip, left with 23 make you jump-man
7 shells fell in the V I told you we done playing
I've been jacking f*ck love don't wanna play no games
Saying what you think, but you think about what you don't say
Bitches say they love me but gotta google my whole name
Driving through my city the Double-R filled of cocaine

Shit I only got one mic and one chance
If you tryna come taking one of mine then we dumping
30 in the clip, left with 23 make you jump-man
7 shells fell in the V I told you we done playing
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Writer: Artist Dubose
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




They Shooting

(It's not magic, but it looks magical)
(Dj Bands, aw, man)

They shootin', I made you look
Three-twelve in Montana, I just paid they books
Highbridge the neighborhood, but we the label, look
Started off with too much money, we was labeled crooks

Look, they wanna see me just crash
My Glock holds seventeen, give me a reason to blast
I'm not your typical nigga to turn to a rat
I'm not gon' eat the cheese, that ain't a part of my craft
The Glock loaded, I'm focused
I won't expose it, I'm not trollin'
Mad love for my gang, they my bros, yeah
Guarantee to pass it to me if I'm open
My dogs, my bros, they get down like war
Paint the scene red, once you get that green light, go
My soldiers, wipe your nose, yeah (wipe your nose, yeah)
Make a nigga big mama touch her toes, yeah (woo)
Ride my wave, yeah, like the surf, yeah
Maybach, smokin' dope behind the curtains
You're not loyal, I'm not perfect (I'm not perfect)
I'm not for you, you're not Birkin (you're not Birkin)
Let a nigga play, I send him up to Virgil
Off-white shit fly, okay, I heard you
Credit card unlimited, I wanna splurge on you
Hit it in my car and I can still smell the perfume
I don't wanna be uncertain
I was a dog on a leash, until you heard me
I wish I knew I'd make thirty M's before thirty
Tryna make it out, niggas in the street tried to murk me
Put the cotton blue on the Lamborghini, no Murcielago
I'm in a Bentley stayin' ten toes 'til my time go
I don't know who shot you's
But you think I know 'cause you know how my block do (you know how my block do)

They shootin', I made you look
Biggest rapper in New York, yeah, I made the books
Workin' even though I'm splurgin', no vacations took
Workin' even though I'm splurgin', ain't I?

You like money more than you like me, ain't it?
You think you so loyal, you know I'm rich, so I'm invited, ain't I?
Must be an artist, all the blocks we painted (Artist, all the blocks)
Steppin' on shit like we rollerskatin' (I been on shit lately)
Look, I can never make a bitch my wife if she know I'm famous
She want my love just to leave with half the shit it came with
I know I'm wrong most of times, can you teach me how to--
How to love 'cause just f*ckin' with these treeshes ain't it
You had a lot of crooks tryna steal your heart
They just wanted to f*ck, couldn't never figure out
How to love
But you still wanna see me in it
Tell me how really you feel, girl, all you gotta do is say it (Look)

They shootin', I made you look
Biggest rapper in New York, yeah, I made the books
Workin' even though I'm out splurgin', no vacations took
Workin' even though I'm out splurgin', ain't I?

I'm tryin'
I've been tryin' the whole time
I never not been tryin'
You know when y'all think I'm not doin' shit
I'm tryin' shit behind the scenes
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Writer: Artist Dubose, LaMar Seymour, Devonte Richmond, Demetrius Bell, Bryan Williams, Andrej Marko, Dwayne Carter, Jeremiah Lordan, Jermaine Preyan, LaNelle Seymour, Marcus Boyd, Nasir Jones, Noel Fisher, Rick Cunningham, Salaam Remi
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




Feel Like Dying

Tryin', I'm tryin'
So much pressure on me, but I keep on tryin'
I've been lookin' for someone to match my vibe
Then I always end up so lonely (hitmaka), I feel like dyin'
I know you not the one for me, you keep on lyin'
I know if I fell off, you wouldn't keep on ridin' (yeah)
I need somebody that's worth more than the diamonds

Is it too late to shuffle the cars?
Reality kicked in, I was whippin' the Rari
One-ninety-five right on the 95, I was thinkin' too hard
Missin' exits, f*ck around with you, goin' too far
Thinkin' 'bout your body on my body up under the stars
Yeah, I wonder where you are
If I cop out on that ticket, would you come tomorrow?
Don't judge me, I want that old thing back
I put that on my block, why would I lie like that?
Girl, you know you fine, what it do? Do you mind comin' through?
Blockin' hoes so sloppy, niggas tryna know me
We startin' these BPs, don't dirty do, I'm crazy
Chrome Hearted Arty, but tonight I'm rockin' CC
If I catch a body, she'll probably feel sorry for me
That's why I be needin' you around, 'cause you my heart, you know?
And I need somebody I can call on
You know I got you, but when it's time to get me, who do I fall on?

Tryin', I'm tryin'
So much pressure on me, but I keep on tryin'
I've been lookin' for someone to match my vibe
Then I always end up so lonely, I feel like dyin'
I know you not the one for me, you keep on lyin'
I know if I fell off, you wouldn't keep on ridin'
I need somebody that's worth more than the diamonds

I'm time blessed, you know I always got somethin' under my sleeve
Look, girl, you shine when you with me like a flooded AP
Highs with the ones I love, they say death comes in threes
I lost Quando, I lost Butta and my dawg UE
So all my brothers, keep it on 'em, they duckin' the thieves
Yeah, I done made it far
Put my whole block up on a PJ, we gon' go to Mars
And me and you, we just like Kobe and Shaq (just like Kobe and Shaq)
If you lose my trust, it's gon' be hard goin' back (hard goin' back)
Tell me if I'm wrong, if I don't feel like you're really gon'
Be there when I need you, even if I cannot see you
Took you to Elliantte, you like your diamonds see-through
It's that Birkin that I bought you, Birkin bags that make you peaceful
Pull up to the hood with all my slimes, I just breezed through
Everybody need somethin' from me, what if I need you?
What about when I need someone to call on? (Call on)
If I had the world on my shoulders, tell me, who would I fall on?

Tryin', I'm tryin'
So much pressure, but I keep on tryin'
Lookin' for someone that could match my vibe
I swear it gets so lonely that I feel like dyin'
I know you not the one for me, you keep on lyin'
I know if I fell off, you wouldn't keep on ridin'
I need somebody that's worth more than the diamonds
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Writer: Artist Dubose, Jordon Holt-May, Christopher Dotson, Christian Ward, Altariq Crapps, Quinton Lamar Cook, Q Riley
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC




P&E

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
I can see it in your eyes, I know you fed up
Don't wanna go pushing your buttons, just the piano
Make you say, "Yeah, yeah-yeah" (Say, "Yeah")
Make you say, "Yeah, yeah-yeah" (Say, "Yeah")

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Any amount of money, I can make it better
And any problems you bring up, they gon' get settled
I never think about them hoes when we together
Take my time with you, just to make it wetter
You look better with your ass up and your hands down
Pop a pill and go to work, you know I lay it down, look
Can't take off my pants, I got my pole tucked
Wake up in the mornin', let me hit before I roll off
Sneak up in your bed when you know I'm comin' over
Hoodie low, I know that they can't tell that I'm on one
You say I'm a freak, but girl, it takes one to know one
Had to change my sheets, I promise that I won't tell no one

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie]
Just make you say, "Yeah", say, "Yeah"
Perkies and ecstasy
Make you say, "Yeah", say, "Yeah"
Perkies and ecstasy
Make you say, "Yeah", say, "Yeah"
Perkies and ecstasy
Make you say, "Yeah", say, "Yeah"
Perkies and ecstasy

[Mariah the Scientist]
I can't even hide that I'm floatin'
Put it on his tongue, now he's fallin'
A little ecstasy, now I'm up all day
Put it on a screen, now I'm in motion
I can't get 'em off of me, it's not lost on me, boy
I know just what you're offerin' boy
I know just how to talk to them boys
Who tell me they from New York
You say it's true that you want me and I want you too, and
I'm off a pink pill and he off a blue one
He like a drug, he makin' me wanna do some
Think it's makin' me wanna use 'em

[A Boogie wit da Hoodie, A Boogie wit da Hoodie & Mariah the Scientist]
Just make you say, "Yeah", say, "Yeah"
Perkies and ecstasy
Make you say, "Yeah", say, "Yeah"
Perkies and ecstasy
Make you say, "Yeah", say, "Yeah"
Perkies and ecstasy
Make you say, "Yeah", "Yeah, yeah"
Perkies and ecstasy

[Mariah the Scientist]
Yeah, yeah-yeah
Make you say, "Yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah"
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher




Tiffanys

Lovin' you is killin' me
Can I be all that you need?
Sometimes, I fall down on my knees
(Last name Hendrix, whatever I do)
Oh, it's killin' (ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire)
Oh, it's killin'
Oh

I told you that it's okay, you could make a mess
I know you wanna go away, let's take a jet
Know it's love inside my heart, but you can take what's left
I wanna taste your pussy, I wanna taste your flesh
My niggas all flee, you can see by the V's how we comin'
Before these songs, I used to profit one-twenty an onion
Crazy how I still feel alone outside twenty deep with my brothers
My home ain't even a home no more, girl, we don't even sleep with each other
And I'm on the road so long, ain't even got time to go trust her
Me and my bros so low, even when we don't speak to each other
And if ten toes was a person, it would be me in them Butters
Word to Cynthia, I be wishin' it was me instead of Butter
No one to vent to about my pain, I was deep in the gutter
Sometimes, I don't wanna be awake, so I sleep even better
It's the demons and the angels that keep me together
If lovin' you is killin' me, baby, why stay together?

Lovin' you is killin' me
Can I be all that you need?

Girl, I thought you would be here forever
Already peeped when you said you leavin', your keys was on the dresser
I made your closet a million dollars in tees and sweaters
And if I add those Birkins to that and tell Tiffany
How much I spent on Tiffany for you, I would be here forever
In and out of my feelings in foreigns, double-R truck with the Forgis
Hoodie on too like it's pourin'
Glove on like Michael performin'
Put you on top, you was horny
I made you climax before me
Huh?
Ten thousand dollars on these pants, wore 'em once, it's whatever
From Arti, Arti's what she call me, it's nights I remember
We had 9s and MAC-11s, it was not September
And it get gangster on this bitch, you can't just slide whenever

You gotta pay the toll where I come from
You gotta pay the price to come here

You know it get rough with the riders
You know when you're with me, you can walk through the fire
Put you on my shoulders, carry you like Mariah
Took you to an island, I took you to them islands
I just wanna munch, you don't gotta act spicy
You know I'm from the Bronx, they like my style, so they bite me
You could never be my wife, you're just like me
Niggas want me dead and police tryna indict me
'Cause they know I'm quick to put a nigga on a white tee

Lovin' you is killin' me (on a white tee, put a nigga right up on a white tee like, mmm)
Can I be all that you need? (On a white tee, I only like you up in the white, hmm)
Sometimes, I fall down on my knees
Oh, it's killin'
Oh, it's killin'
Oh, it's killin' me
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Writer: Artist DuBois
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




No More Questions

It was good if you ask me
Thinkin' 'bout what I'm finna say now
We've been going through this every day now

What's good with you?
I still remember bein' in the hood with you
Money got these bitches on my johnson so badly
They tried to spin me in Cali, got bumpy like acne
I got a lot but I want much more
I wanted more than I deserved, I
Picked you up and dropped you off like a curbside
You show me the best of you with your third eye
Never around love
You made the hairs on my body stick up like I was Alfalfa
DTB, these bitches ain't loyal, cannot vouch for 'em
You wasn't with me when I slept on the couch, now I'm
In my city, they treat me like Gillie in Philly
If I give you game, it's gon' be worth like a billi'
Give a bitch my heart, she let it go in the river
It's a whole 'nother story, this ain't Bobby and Whitney
I got a whole lotta money, you could spend it with me
Smack the soul out a nigga, you think it's funny, ain't Shiggy
I'm not a role model, nigga, I got killers with me
Holes in your body, bitch, you could never be 50
And I got bruised once for lovin' a girl
Confused, thinkin' bitch-ass niggas was so thurl
Paddy wagon used to spin the block, was only sellin' weed
I'd rather see that nigga in a box before he tell on me
Out of all the altercations with the opps, they never fell on me
And I was in conversations with the akhis 'bout investments, baby, did I stutter?
All these M&Ms got niggas actin' shady, I miss Butter
When they killed my friend, I felt like blastin' somethin' (woo)
Shit was all good if you ask me
'Til you started askin' 'bout Tiffany and Ashley
I looked through your phone, I ain't gon' lie, you did me badly
You looked through my phone, what you expect to see? I'm nasty
Don't ask me shit, don't hit me up about no bullshit
Especially when you interrupt me while I'm workin'
I pick you up, you said, bring the car with the curtains
Girls that I deserted, I don't deserve them
Will you be with me when it all falls down?
Look at the Richie, baby, time will tell
If I get the best of you, then I have to
Show you the best of me

You can't stop askin' me questions
About who I'm textin'
Girl, I'm good if you ask me
I never did Tiffany or Ashley, just ask them
Baby, if I got it, you got it, and I got mad funds
It's okay to treat me like an arcade, you can have fun
These rap niggas my sons, and if they breed, I got grandsons
It's things that she wanna know 'bout me

You keep on askin' me questions
About who I'm textin'
And about who I'm sexin'
I can't take it, no, no
You keep interruptin' my flexin'
Who you think you checkin'?
Girl, you can go get to steppin'
'Cause I can't take it, no, no

No more questions
No more questions
No more questions
No more questions
Nuh-uh
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Writer: Artist DuBois
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




How To Love

I know I'm f*cked up 'cause I looked, look
I know I'm f*cked up 'cause I looked down, my cup empty
You be nervous when you're with me 'cause I got thugs with me
I know I did you dirty 'cause you stopped lovin' me
I know I did you dirty 'cause you stopped lovin' me
I took my time with you, how could you just be done with me?
Even though I told your ass I needed company

I ain't gon' lie, I mistreated you, baby
You made me feel like I needed you, baby
Tryna show you how much I love you, all you see is Mercedes
Countin' commas up by the bundle, you can see this shit crazy
Now it's no love for me
Ever since I did you wrong, ain't no love for me
My hoodie on, niggas wanna see a slug in me
And police on my nuts like I got drugs on me
Actin' just like these hoes, tryna put cuffs on me
But what am I supposed to do if they run up on me?
It's haters everywhere, I gotta keep a gun on me
If I don't do it, who the f*ck gon' keep one up for me?
If I don't trust myself, how can I give you trust, homie?
Can you be like a band-aid, always in the cut for me?
If I don't understand, can you be a crutch for me?
If a nigga take my chain, f*ck it, I want blood from it

I know I'm f*cked up 'cause I looked, look
I know I'm f*cked up 'cause I looked down, my cup empty
You be nervous when you're with me 'cause I got thugs with me
I know I did you dirty 'cause you stopped lovin' me
I know I did you dirty 'cause you stopped lovin' me
I took my time with you, how could you just be done with me?
Even though I told your ass I needed company
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Writer: Artist DuBois
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




D.T.N.

So in love with 'em
Now you don't even wanna f*ck with 'em
F*ck niggas, DTN, now you don't trust niggas
F*ck niggas DTN, now you don't-
Huh?

Especially me
Feelin' violated by people I love
I'm only usin' three percent of my brain
And I'm still learnin' how to not give a f*ck
Movin' backwards, tryna f*ck Billie Jean
Came home the next day, you told me I'm a dub
You wrote that nigga and he left you on seen
And you was actin' like it ain't what it was
I can't lie, you did it because of me
And all them bitches that I f*cked in the club
It make no sense to give you apologies
You used to have my back, now you had enough
I gave you love, protection, my energy
I saw them pictures with you up in the club
Noticed the nigga you was with wasn't me
And then I hit you, started askin' what's up?

Had you like, "What, nigga?"
F*ck niggas, DTN, now you don't trust niggas 'cause of me
F*ck niggas, DTN, now you don't trust niggas
F*ck niggas, DTN, now you don't trust

You was askin' why I'm cold
I had a demon on my shoulder for so long I didn't notice
Sorry if I was controllin'
You was playin' with my hammer, I didn't know I had it loaded
I told you how to stand when you hold it, huh
Had me up in my feelings and I pulled up in no ceilings and said, "I love you," first
But when I came home with mad makeup on my shirt, you knew it
My baby always talkin' shit, I'm like, "I heard you, Stewie"
Now she like DTB forever, she don't trust no nigga
She made a promise to herself that she won't love no nigga
She a baddie with a fatty, I'ma run back to her
Chain ocky, really got me feelin' hunchback, nigga
If they ever try to plot on me, we want that nigga
Thought he pulled up with a shotty, we gon' bust back, nigga, huh?
Look, you thought you was so in love with him (huh?)
Now she don't even wanna f*ck with him

F*ck niggas, DTN, now you don't trust niggas
F*ck niggas, DTN, now you don't, huh?
No kissin', ain't even huggin' 'em
You don't even wanna f*ck with 'em
F*ck niggas, DTN, now you don't trust niggas
F*ck niggas, DTN, look, especially me, huh?

Especially me, huh?
Say especially me
F*ck niggas, you don't trust niggas
F*ck niggas, you don't trust niggas, especially me
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Writer: Artist DuBois
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Did Me Wrong

I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong
I can't believe you turned your back when I was all alone
The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own
They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us
The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up
Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up
Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one
They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us

I think of Butta every single time that I perform
And I put on different Saint Laurent for my cologne
It's hard to tell if niggas jealous if they never met us
Don't know if I gotta take a picture or put 'em on a stretcher
Headshot, you all alone, no time to send a message
When you feel it in your bones the only time you regret it
Highbridge, we got big swag, I know you big mad
Luckily it was a shit bag and not a zip bag
But f*ck that shit, I wrote this song for the, ha
I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong
Hate that I met her even though I know she knew me better
Everything Biggavelli, brand new Benz coupes
Can't even blame you if you cross me 'cause I sin too
I prayed to God for all this money that I ran through
You think you shinin' in the light, well, bitch, I lamp too
Get a 'Mani, catch a flight right to Cancun
It was hard to ride the wave, but I swam through
On a PJ, me and all my damn goons
I'm so high, I feel like landin' on the damn moon
Baby, Dubai, goin' back to back in Phantoms
I don't want you to call me crazy, baby, call me Hussein
The big body heavy, it needed two lanes
Two frames, Cartier glasses, I see right through things
One thing that you can never call me is plain, hey
Plain Jane Patek Philippe, it'll cost you everythin'
A-B-double O-G-I-E, OD Louis, baby
Ooh, she crazy, I'ma be DTB 'til I'm probably eighty
Probably cost me half a milli' and I go to Saudi, baby
I'm leaving on a jet plane and I don't know when I'll be coming back here, baby
It's not you, it's me, I started moving so toxic lately
Hoes and these streets got me so cold-hearted lately
Too soon, this lifestyle too soon
Even when mama said it was too soon to get that two-tone
Cuban link, yellow and white or the rose gold
Got you them princess cut diamonds, they got a ring to 'em
And I got Murder Bravado up on my legs, ooh
And that SF90 ain't got no legroom
She broke my heart into pieces like it was a pencil
Quit showin' off and let me f*ck your friends too
I keep a tooly on my waist like a utensil
I put them rocks around your neck just like a Flintstone
We started off with True Religions with the Balmain
Wanna be different, I say Lanvin, you say Lanvin

I wrote this song for the last bitch that did me wrong
I can't believe you turned your back when I was all alone
The feds took my friends from me and I was on my own
They gon' try to take our swag, but they could never clone us
The richest in my family, at nineteen, I grown up
Niggas call for me and I don't even pick my phone up
Don't want no company 'cause lately ain't been feelin' no one
They plan on slumpin' me, but comfortably, we keep it on us
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Writer: Artist Dubose, Isaac Hayes, Patrick James Bodi, Quincy Anderson, Shaun Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Her Birthday

(We got London on the track)
(I should've never fell in the love with a-)

I've been through this too many times, I'm done with this shit
She don't want a relationship unless funds come with it
I don't know how to recover from this
But it's my fault, I should've never fell in love with a bitch
In the first place, I don't wanna cuddle and shit
And the worst thing is, I don't even f*ck with the bitch
On her birthday, I ain't give her nothin' but dick
I was thirsty, way before the commas came in
Yeah, I was thirsty

Second time I f*cked, she wanna be in first place
I always wanted a-, used to want a Mustang
But, now I got a big body Maybach to f*ck in it
Really run my city, when we see a opp, we clutchin' it
Make a nigga diddy bop
These millions, we touchin' 'em
I don't really play about money or my Benjamins
She wanna lay up with me, I'ma f*ck her bestie then
Put my heart up on my damn sleeve before you f*cked it up
Bought a condo in Miami Beach, thinkin' with my nuts
And every time you think about me, you want company
Tell me what you really see, you want double C, but what you really see in me?

I've been through this too many times, I'm done with this shit
She don't want a relationship unless funds come with it
I don't know how to recover from this
But it's my fault, I should've never fell in love with a bitch
In the first place, I don't wanna cuddle and shit
And the worst thing is, I don't even f*ck with the bitch
On her birthday, I ain't give her nothin' but dick
I was thirsty, way before the commas came in
Yeah, I was thirsty

She ain't never wanna be my bitch, now she got me on her block list
How to blow the candles, now she in a pool, topless
PJ to Bahamas, came a long way from the projects
You always tellin' me about how you just want the truth
You want a Patek for your birthday, I ain't got nothin' to prove
I wanna spend my whole summer with you
But I just spent three hundred thousand on this Benz coupe

Yeah, this Bentley coupe, only me and you
Countin' hunnids gettin' borin', I need somethin' to do
F*ckin' on these baddies like I ain't got nothin' to lose
Started sayin' how I feel, I almost fronted my mood

I've been through this too many times, I'm done with this shit
She don't want a relationship unless funds come with it
I don't know how to recover from this
But it's my fault, I should've never fell in love with a bitch
In the first place, I don't wanna cuddle and shit
And the worst thing is, I don't even f*ck with the bitch
On her birthday, I ain't give her nothin' but dick
I was thirsty, way before the commas came in
Yeah, I was thirsty

(I should've never fell in the love with a-)
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Writer: Artist Dubose, Brandon Casey, Brian Casey, Bryan-Michael Cox, Jordan Holt-May, Kevin Hicks, London Holmes, Sean Momberger, Tone Deaf
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




Booby Trap

(Zaytoven)
Uh, uh
Uh, uh
Yeah (we got London on the track)
Ayy

Makin' up my mind, I need two hoes at a time
Then I told her ass, "Forget it", 'cause I seen that shit on Reddit
I ain't got no time to block
All my broskis keep a mop
And I keep one right beside me, go to Elliot a lot
My heart cold as a brick, I call London for the hit
I treat Booby Trap like Starlets, hunnid thousand on a car
Got Chanel prints on my joggers, I don't even need a stylist
Huh, yeah, okay, okay

Call the bank, pull up the Brink's
Might buy you a Cuban, I ain't got no time to link up
Yeah, got Saint Michaels on my tee
Quarter million dollars, I got somethin' on my sleeve
Used to call her darlin', now I go to Starlets
When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hunnid at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm makin' projects
Used to be in the PJ's, now I'm stuck to the PJ

I can tell what's on your mind, Illuminati, got three eyes
If I pull up with my guys, we ain't comin' here to fight
Word to mother, we go in, you know London, that's my twin
And I keep Jeffery on my mind, free Thugger, that's my slime
Free V12 and Montana, out the motherf*ckin-
You know I've been bangin' since Santana, used to rock them bandanas
To the side, baby, talk to me nice
Book a flight, if you don't let me hit, I'm sending you back tonight
I'm in Miami, come to Booby Trap, I'm throwin' a bag tonight
The way she took my soul, it's like she's tryna make a sacrifice
In the daytime, diamonds bussin' like a disco ball
We bring the lights out, hoodie on, I'm feelin' like a f*ckin' thief at night

Look, call the bank, pull up the Brink's
Might buy you a Cuban, I ain't got no time to link up
Yeah, got Saint Michaels on my tee
Quarter million dollars, I got somethin' on my sleeve
Used to call her darlin', now I go to Starlets
When I wanna clear my mind, throw two hunnid at a time
Used to be in projects, now I'm makin' projects
Used to be in the PJ's, now I'm stuck to the PJ
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Writer: Deezy Beats, Tone Deaf, Artist Julius Dubose, London Tyler Holmes, Xavier Dotson
Copyright: Lyrics © Reservoir Media Management, Inc.




I Already Know

Oh-oh-oh, I already know
You say you love me, I already know
Oh-oh-oh, I already know
You say you love me, but it's all a lie
You say you love me, but it's all a lie
Girl, it's all a lie, oh-oh-oh
You say you love me, but it's all a lie
Girl, it's all a lie, I already know

Hello, I already know
Feel like I'm reincarnated 'cause I've been here before
Niggas turn to hoes, throwin' subliminals
Just know that every time I'm with you, your life's on the line
And when you say that you love me, don't just talk about it
'Cause I'm lookin' for the signs, no
Okay, you know I'm an artist, this is where I draw the lines
I f*ck with you, girl, regardless, you already know what it's mine
Thirteen years old, I had a .45 (.45)
If I had you by my side, I would've saw the signs
You was her before Gabbie, I was average
Outside playin' with sticks, droppin' Addys
And I dropped five million on a carpet
Pole in the back seat and I get fly like Aladdin
Now the crib large, livin' large, I've been a star before
They called me Lil' Arty and now these hoes on me (look)

Don't you tell that you love me, they say that all the time
And I know it's lies, ooh-woah-oh
Wish I can go back in time to how we used to roll
I was stuck with you like a onesie, and you ain't even know

I caught you poppin' on toosi when your heart broke
When your apartment was greasy, I was knockin' on your door
Free V12 and Montana 'til it's backwards
My Nike Tech hoodie was linty when I was trappin'
I flex hard, steppin' like I'm Reptar, Chrome Heart
Slime color bubble, do you know how much this jacket cost?
I can't even ignore my feelings when I'm in it
I admit it, you be bringin' out my soft side (soft side)

Don't you tell me that you love me, they say that all the time
And I know it's lies, ooh-woah-oh
You don't really love me and I already know

Don't you tell me that you love me, they say that all the time
And I know it's lies, ooh-woah-oh

Don't you tell me that you love me, they say that all the time
And I know it's lies, ooh-woah-oh
Don't you tell me that you love me, they say that all the time
And I know it's lies, ooh-woah-oh
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Artist Dubose, Luka Berman, Nathaniel Hill Kim, Shaun Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC






Better Off Alone is the fifth studio album by American rapper A Boogie wit da Hoodie.

It was released on May 17, 2024, through Atlantic Records and Highbridge. The album features guest appearances from Young Thug, Cash Cobain, Future, Lil Durk, Fridayy and Mariah the Scientist.
Released: May 17th, 2024
Year: 2024

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