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For All The Dogs Album
by  Drake


Drake - For All The Dogs Lyrics



  1. Virginia Beach
  2. Amen
  3. Calling For You
  4. Fear Of Heights
  5. Daylight
  6. First Person Shooter
  7. IDGAF
  8. 7969 Santa
  9. Slime You Out
  10. Bahamas Promises
  11. Tried Our Best
  12. Screw The World (Interlude)
  13. Drew A Picasso
  14. Members Only
  15. What Would Pluto Do
  16. All The Parties
  17. 8am in Charlotte
  18. BBL Love (Interlude)
  19. Gently
  20. Rich Baby Daddy
  21. Another Late Night
  22. Away From Home
  23. Polar Opposites

Virginia Beach


I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh (you, you, you, oh)
+
I bet our mother would be proud of you, oh
+
I know what you say
+
You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but
+
I don't know, I think I did alright
+
Know what I'm sayin'?
+
And you know how you get
+
Drawin' conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or somethin'
+
I coulda treated you better, that's crazy
+
Nope
+
Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
+
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
+
I'd move mountains for you, f*ck that social climbin'
+
Lean into me, lean in to me
+
Yeah, lean in, lean in to me
+
Pussy, it makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a week
+
She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough, just like Virginia Beach
+
I wanna get back to the days that you love me
+
For nothin' but what you could see
+
You bust down the Jubilee, I swapped it and made you go factory, wait
+
You put some pain in me, I wanna get back to the major league
+
She wanna grab on the throttle, I wanna get back in the driver's seat
+
That nigga spend his last check on your car
+
And you got it and drove it to me
+
Ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
+
Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
+
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
+
I'd move mountains for you, f*ck that social climbin'
+
Lean in to me, lean in to me
+
Lean in, lean into me
+
Yeah, yeah
+
Yeah
+
Grr, grr
+
Yeah
+
Our texts feelin' like a fencin' match
+
Your temper shorter and I'm sensin' that
+
You keep talkin' 'bout some, "Period"
+
But where you 'bout to end the sentence at?
+
'Cause you been goin' off on my ass, then I tell your ass where I'm at
+
And you act like I'm not supposed to mention that
+
I introduce you to my friends' girlfriends
+
You ain't interested in makin' friends
+
Talkin' 'bout you wanna cook for a nigga in the kitchen, can you make amends?
+
Least we know you got the cakes on you
+
Girl, you should prolly stick to bakin' then
+
Workin' this crop like the rubber chute
+
I swear that I'm not tryna smother you
+
I got to know a whole other you, but let's not forget how I discovered you
+
We ain't even gotta mention that, any nigga try and trouble you
+
He gon' find out that it's on site like W-W-W
+
On site like dot-com, put a baby in you, you a hot mom
+
Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
+
Not at all, not at all
+
I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh (mother would be proud)
+
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I bet your mother would be proud of you, ooh (you, you, you, oh)
+
I bet our mother would be proud of you, oh
+
I know what you say
+
You say I coulda treated you better or whatever, but
+
I don't know, I think I did alright
+
Know what I'm sayin'?
+
And you know how you get
+
Drawin' conclusions like you got a Parsons degree or somethin'
+
I coulda treated you better, that's crazy
+
Nope
+
Lean in, lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
+
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
+
I'd move mountains for you, f*ck that social climbin'
+
Lean into me, lean in to me
+
Yeah, lean in, lean in to me
+
Pussy, it makin' me tweak, ended up stayin' a week
+
She pretty but ghetto, pretty but rough, just like Virginia Beach
+
I wanna get back to the days that you love me
+
For nothin' but what you could see
+
You bust down the Jubilee, I swapped it and made you go factory, wait
+
You put some pain in me, I wanna get back to the major league
+
She wanna grab on the throttle, I wanna get back in the driver's seat
+
That nigga spend his last check on your car
+
And you got it and drove it to me
+
Ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
+
Lean in soda, Fanta, fantasizin'
+
That's not love you're in, it's more like compromisin'
+
I'd move mountains for you, f*ck that social climbin'
+
Lean in to me, lean in to me
+
Lean in, lean into me
+
Yeah, yeah
+
Yeah
+
Grr, grr
+
Yeah
+
Our texts feelin' like a fencin' match
+
Your temper shorter and I'm sensin' that
+
You keep talkin' 'bout some, "Period"
+
But where you 'bout to end the sentence at?
+
'Cause you been goin' off on my ass, then I tell your ass where I'm at
+
And you act like I'm not supposed to mention that
+
I introduce you to my friends' girlfriends
+
You ain't interested in makin' friends
+
Talkin' 'bout you wanna cook for a nigga in the kitchen, can you make amends?
+
Least we know you got the cakes on you
+
Girl, you should prolly stick to bakin' then
+
Workin' this crop like the rubber chute
+
I swear that I'm not tryna smother you
+
I got to know a whole other you, but let's not forget how I discovered you
+
We ain't even gotta mention that, any nigga try and trouble you
+
He gon' find out that it's on site like W-W-W
+
On site like dot-com, put a baby in you, you a hot mom
+
Yeah, ask me if I coulda treated you better, but no
+
Not at all, not at all
+
I bet our mother would be proud of you, ooh (mother would be proud)
+
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Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Christopher Breaux, Harley Arsenault, James Ryan Wuihun Ho, Noah James Shebib
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Amen


Father God
+
I come to you to say thank you
+
That's all, I don't wanna ask for anything, I just wanna say thank you, Lord
+
Thank you
+
Prayin', prayin' (thank you)
+
Pray again, pray again (thank you, Father)
+
Prayin' (thank you, Lord)
+
Prayin' 'til you find a man
+
That's gon' treat you
+
That's gon' treat you like I can (amen, amen)
+
That's gon' please you
+
That's gon' please you like I can (church)
+
Church like a priest, Turks for the week
+
Purse for yourself, purse for your niece
+
Know you don't do Percs, baby, but (take your time)
+
That's the perks of datin' me
+
Red Merces with the red seats
+
Buy red wig, part the Red Sea
+
With a neat freak, gettin' mess-
+
God, forgive me
+
Father, I've sinned
+
Sent more than your father ever sent
+
Spent more than your baby father did
+
And you my baby, so I gotta put you in the crib
+
Same neighborhood where Ashton Kutcher live
+
I'm just doin' what that punk should have did (thank you Lord)
+
She prayin' for me while I'm on the road
+
Prayin' for me while I hold her close
+
Prayin' that there's not no other girl
+
I'm prayin' that these girls'll never know
+
She prayin' asking God for a sign
+
I just went and paid her car note
+
Turn to your neighbor
+
Say "Neighbor"
+
Prayin', prayin' (neighbor)
+
Pray again, pray again (everybody, say it)
+
Prayin'
+
Prayin' 'til you find a man
+
That's gon' treat you
+
That's gon' treat you like I can
+
That's gon' please you
+
That's gon' please you like I can
+
Thank you for calling Mercedes Benz of Beaumont
+
If you know your party's extension, you may dial it at any time
+
Or dial "9" for company directory
+
For sales, please press "1"
+
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Father God
+
I come to you to say thank you
+
That's all, I don't wanna ask for anything, I just wanna say thank you, Lord
+
Thank you
+
Prayin', prayin' (thank you)
+
Pray again, pray again (thank you, Father)
+
Prayin' (thank you, Lord)
+
Prayin' 'til you find a man
+
That's gon' treat you
+
That's gon' treat you like I can (amen, amen)
+
That's gon' please you
+
That's gon' please you like I can (church)
+
Church like a priest, Turks for the week
+
Purse for yourself, purse for your niece
+
Know you don't do Percs, baby, but (take your time)
+
That's the perks of datin' me
+
Red Merces with the red seats
+
Buy red wig, part the Red Sea
+
With a neat freak, gettin' mess-
+
God, forgive me
+
Father, I've sinned
+
Sent more than your father ever sent
+
Spent more than your baby father did
+
And you my baby, so I gotta put you in the crib
+
Same neighborhood where Ashton Kutcher live
+
I'm just doin' what that punk should have did (thank you Lord)
+
She prayin' for me while I'm on the road
+
Prayin' for me while I hold her close
+
Prayin' that there's not no other girl
+
I'm prayin' that these girls'll never know
+
She prayin' asking God for a sign
+
I just went and paid her car note
+
Turn to your neighbor
+
Say "Neighbor"
+
Prayin', prayin' (neighbor)
+
Pray again, pray again (everybody, say it)
+
Prayin'
+
Prayin' 'til you find a man
+
That's gon' treat you
+
That's gon' treat you like I can
+
That's gon' please you
+
That's gon' please you like I can
+
Thank you for calling Mercedes Benz of Beaumont
+
If you know your party's extension, you may dial it at any time
+
Or dial "9" for company directory
+
For sales, please press "1"
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Aaron Thomas, L Scholefield, K Wright, R Stanfield
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Calling For You


Grr
+
I was in the club 'fore she even had it
+
She was twenty-one, I don't see a savage
+
She wanna be the one, she know I come with static
+
She wanna hold the gun, if you want it, you can have it
+
Shawty still young, so she don't know the classics
+
I see her body, one-of-one, yeah
+
I see her body, one-of-one
+
Get to the crib, make you cum
+
Pussy sweet, call you my honeybun (tss)
+
I know your nigga was a bum
+
F*ck on the crodie, have some fun
+
Girl, I'm the king of my city, I'm the one (tss)
+
Swear you can't have me, you really one-on-one (tss)
+
How you so nasty? You really one-of-one (tss)
+
How you so flashy? You really one-of-one (tss)
+
Out in Miami, you still a one-of-one (tss)
+
I wanna beat on the pussy 'til the sun come up
+
You f*cked on a nigga I see as my son, so what?
+
Yeah, I was in the club, but I was in the cut
+
Had liquor in my cup, yeah passion in my cup
+
And Addy in my system, see a opp, I'ma hit 'em up
+
Yeah, he gon' be a victim, I was tryna dance with the bitch
+
Couldn't keep my hands off her hips
+
Know she spent some bands on her fit
+
Know I told you that she really one-of-one
+
Cro', yeah, she advanced with the shit
+
And I got a chance with the bitch
+
Loverboy, romance with the bitch
+
Couldn't even put my mans on a bitch
+
Like, damn
+
Callin', callin' for you
+
Callin' for you, callin' for you
+
Callin' for you
+
Just to keep talkin' to God
+
My eyes feel Him on me
+
Needin' you to hold me
+
'Til the inevitable
+
It was on my mind, felt it on me
+
Ah, he lied to me
+
Yo, he lied to me
+
Like I didn't give a f*ck that we sat in economy
+
I gave a f*ck 'cause he said the economy was full
+
It was not full
+
He said, "Economy was-"
+
He said, "There was no first class, so we're sitting in economy"
+
I get up on that plane
+
I see so many seats in first class
+
Twe- like twelve, fourteen seats
+
Bruh
+
I sat in the back of the plane
+
F*cking crazy
+
And then, I go in that whack-ass vacation
+
The chef is feedin' us the same meal every day
+
Like I was like in jail still or somethin'
+
I'm like, "Why are we eatin' jerk chicken and oxtail every single day
+
Can we switch it up?"
+
No, the oxtail was fire though, but can we switch it up?
+
I can't eat that shit every day, what?
+
And then you proceed to go through my phone
+
You wanted to cry
+
You were lookin' for something
+
That's on you, it's on you
+
Sorry for your loss
+
Woah, woah
+
F*ck nigga wanna get fired on (21)
+
Starch a nigga up, put the iron on him (21)
+
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
+
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
+
Plenty niggas dyin' over that way (yeah)
+
Quick to leave a opp in the ashtray (pussy)
+
Keep a .19 like I'm Mac Dre (21)
+
Make a nigga mama have a bad day (21)
+
21 gang 4L, these niggas gon' tell
+
I ain't goin' back and forth on deals (on God)
+
I ain't goin' back and forth, send shells (on God)
+
I ain't goin' back and forth, nigga, spin (fah)
+
Put a college bitch in a Benz (21)
+
Put her in the Benz, no, no (21)
+
Hit 'em from the car, no scope (21)
+
We don't never tie, we score (on God)
+
She suck on my neck like she Dracula (yeah)
+
Hit from the back, I might tackle her (yeah)
+
Don't ask 'bout my opps 'cause we smackin' 'em (yeah)
+
F*ck my opps, they haters (pussy)
+
F*ck my opps, they hoes (pussy)
+
The bitches that come around suck dick and don't pull they phone out
+
Dem ones pros (on God)
+
Bitch, if you love me, then spoil me (21)
+
I treat the rap game like a toilet (on God)
+
All of my kids get left in her mouth, she say she don't believe in abortions (21)
+
Oh, you ain't got you a boyfriend? (21)
+
I see he be on his dork shit (21)
+
Nah, I ain't judgin', but they in the nosebleeds
+
You know I be on my court shit (facts)
+
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Grr
+
I was in the club 'fore she even had it
+
She was twenty-one, I don't see a savage
+
She wanna be the one, she know I come with static
+
She wanna hold the gun, if you want it, you can have it
+
Shawty still young, so she don't know the classics
+
I see her body, one-of-one, yeah
+
I see her body, one-of-one
+
Get to the crib, make you cum
+
Pussy sweet, call you my honeybun (tss)
+
I know your nigga was a bum
+
F*ck on the crodie, have some fun
+
Girl, I'm the king of my city, I'm the one (tss)
+
Swear you can't have me, you really one-on-one (tss)
+
How you so nasty? You really one-of-one (tss)
+
How you so flashy? You really one-of-one (tss)
+
Out in Miami, you still a one-of-one (tss)
+
I wanna beat on the pussy 'til the sun come up
+
You f*cked on a nigga I see as my son, so what?
+
Yeah, I was in the club, but I was in the cut
+
Had liquor in my cup, yeah passion in my cup
+
And Addy in my system, see a opp, I'ma hit 'em up
+
Yeah, he gon' be a victim, I was tryna dance with the bitch
+
Couldn't keep my hands off her hips
+
Know she spent some bands on her fit
+
Know I told you that she really one-of-one
+
Cro', yeah, she advanced with the shit
+
And I got a chance with the bitch
+
Loverboy, romance with the bitch
+
Couldn't even put my mans on a bitch
+
Like, damn
+
Callin', callin' for you
+
Callin' for you, callin' for you
+
Callin' for you
+
Just to keep talkin' to God
+
My eyes feel Him on me
+
Needin' you to hold me
+
'Til the inevitable
+
It was on my mind, felt it on me
+
Ah, he lied to me
+
Yo, he lied to me
+
Like I didn't give a f*ck that we sat in economy
+
I gave a f*ck 'cause he said the economy was full
+
It was not full
+
He said, "Economy was-"
+
He said, "There was no first class, so we're sitting in economy"
+
I get up on that plane
+
I see so many seats in first class
+
Twe- like twelve, fourteen seats
+
Bruh
+
I sat in the back of the plane
+
F*cking crazy
+
And then, I go in that whack-ass vacation
+
The chef is feedin' us the same meal every day
+
Like I was like in jail still or somethin'
+
I'm like, "Why are we eatin' jerk chicken and oxtail every single day
+
Can we switch it up?"
+
No, the oxtail was fire though, but can we switch it up?
+
I can't eat that shit every day, what?
+
And then you proceed to go through my phone
+
You wanted to cry
+
You were lookin' for something
+
That's on you, it's on you
+
Sorry for your loss
+
Woah, woah
+
F*ck nigga wanna get fired on (21)
+
Starch a nigga up, put the iron on him (21)
+
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
+
Fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah-fah
+
Plenty niggas dyin' over that way (yeah)
+
Quick to leave a opp in the ashtray (pussy)
+
Keep a .19 like I'm Mac Dre (21)
+
Make a nigga mama have a bad day (21)
+
21 gang 4L, these niggas gon' tell
+
I ain't goin' back and forth on deals (on God)
+
I ain't goin' back and forth, send shells (on God)
+
I ain't goin' back and forth, nigga, spin (fah)
+
Put a college bitch in a Benz (21)
+
Put her in the Benz, no, no (21)
+
Hit 'em from the car, no scope (21)
+
We don't never tie, we score (on God)
+
She suck on my neck like she Dracula (yeah)
+
Hit from the back, I might tackle her (yeah)
+
Don't ask 'bout my opps 'cause we smackin' 'em (yeah)
+
F*ck my opps, they haters (pussy)
+
F*ck my opps, they hoes (pussy)
+
The bitches that come around suck dick and don't pull they phone out
+
Dem ones pros (on God)
+
Bitch, if you love me, then spoil me (21)
+
I treat the rap game like a toilet (on God)
+
All of my kids get left in her mouth, she say she don't believe in abortions (21)
+
Oh, you ain't got you a boyfriend? (21)
+
I see he be on his dork shit (21)
+
Nah, I ain't judgin', but they in the nosebleeds
+
You know I be on my court shit (facts)
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Aubrey Graham, C Smalls, D Graue, F LeBlanc, G Memishi, J Milfort, M McCollum, R Cypriano, Noah Shebib, Sheya Abraham-Jospeph
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Fear Of Heights


Ayy, ayy, look
+
Why they make it sound like I'm still hung up on you?
+
That could never be
+
Gyal can't run me
+
Better him than me
+
Better it's not me
+
I'm anti, I'm anti
+
Yeah, and the sex was average with you
+
Yeah, I'm anti 'cause I had it with you
+
Okay, I'm auntie like your daddy's sister
+
Auntie like a family picture
+
And I had way badder bitches than you, TBH
+
Yeah, that man, he still with you, he can't leave
+
Y'all go on vacation, I bet it's Antilles
+
Let me stop
+
You know what? F*ck it, let me go
+
What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy
+
Girl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huh
+
Girl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayy
+
I know you a cat, but can your pussy do the dog?
+
Let's go pound for pound, I'm in Europe
+
Chrome Heart Culli', I had it imported
+
Got in my feelings, I had to record it
+
I never met a bitch that wasn't for it
+
Don't pay for pussy, I tip for the service
+
Let's keep it frank, I just got dessert
+
I'm in the G-Wagen Maybach
+
Just like some currency, baby, they had to convert it
+
I heard your bank account is on stuck
+
How can you keep it buck if you ain't got no bucks?
+
How can you keep it a hundred if you ain't got hundreds around
+
'Cause you stackin' 'em up?
+
You niggas some pussy, for real
+
You niggas some sissy, for real
+
Virginia, I pull up and chill
+
You know you can't come where I stay
+
'Fore you get caught on a date
+
'Fore you get put on a plate, ah
+
'Fore you get slid on like skates
+
'Fore I get turned on like bass
+
I know that look on they face
+
Don't tell me you're scared of Lil' Drake
+
Don't tell me you're scared of Lil' Aubrey
+
My niggas is crazy, Wallahi
+
Don't even know how we escape
+
The chain on her neck is a A
+
And she got a lot that she need
+
So she gotta drop to her knees
+
Then she can go shoppin' for free
+
I got up with a opp at the mall
+
That nigga was coppin' a plea
+
Out the country, I link with OZ
+
Spendin' money ain't foreign to me
+
Y'all don't do that shit more than me
+
Y'all don't do this shit more than me
+
He might take you on trips and he might have some hits
+
But, baby, not more than me
+
He might be at the trap and order some ones
+
But ain't throwin' more than me
+
What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy
+
Girl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huh
+
Girl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayy
+
I know you a cat, but can your pussy do the dog?
+
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Ayy, ayy, look
+
Why they make it sound like I'm still hung up on you?
+
That could never be
+
Gyal can't run me
+
Better him than me
+
Better it's not me
+
I'm anti, I'm anti
+
Yeah, and the sex was average with you
+
Yeah, I'm anti 'cause I had it with you
+
Okay, I'm auntie like your daddy's sister
+
Auntie like a family picture
+
And I had way badder bitches than you, TBH
+
Yeah, that man, he still with you, he can't leave
+
Y'all go on vacation, I bet it's Antilles
+
Let me stop
+
You know what? F*ck it, let me go
+
What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy
+
Girl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huh
+
Girl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayy
+
I know you a cat, but can your pussy do the dog?
+
Let's go pound for pound, I'm in Europe
+
Chrome Heart Culli', I had it imported
+
Got in my feelings, I had to record it
+
I never met a bitch that wasn't for it
+
Don't pay for pussy, I tip for the service
+
Let's keep it frank, I just got dessert
+
I'm in the G-Wagen Maybach
+
Just like some currency, baby, they had to convert it
+
I heard your bank account is on stuck
+
How can you keep it buck if you ain't got no bucks?
+
How can you keep it a hundred if you ain't got hundreds around
+
'Cause you stackin' 'em up?
+
You niggas some pussy, for real
+
You niggas some sissy, for real
+
Virginia, I pull up and chill
+
You know you can't come where I stay
+
'Fore you get caught on a date
+
'Fore you get put on a plate, ah
+
'Fore you get slid on like skates
+
'Fore I get turned on like bass
+
I know that look on they face
+
Don't tell me you're scared of Lil' Drake
+
Don't tell me you're scared of Lil' Aubrey
+
My niggas is crazy, Wallahi
+
Don't even know how we escape
+
The chain on her neck is a A
+
And she got a lot that she need
+
So she gotta drop to her knees
+
Then she can go shoppin' for free
+
I got up with a opp at the mall
+
That nigga was coppin' a plea
+
Out the country, I link with OZ
+
Spendin' money ain't foreign to me
+
Y'all don't do that shit more than me
+
Y'all don't do this shit more than me
+
He might take you on trips and he might have some hits
+
But, baby, not more than me
+
He might be at the trap and order some ones
+
But ain't throwin' more than me
+
What? Ayy, what? Ayy, what? Ayy
+
Girl, you make me wanna cuff you like the law, huh
+
Girl, you make me wanna work you like the job, ayy
+
I know you a cat, but can your pussy do the dog?
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Benjamin Saint Fort, Darryl Clemons, Machado Joseph, Nik Frascona, Ozan Yildrim, Simon Gebrelul
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Daylight


You're all a bunch of f*cking assholes
+
You know why?
+
You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
+
You need people like me
+
You need people like me so you can point your f*cking fingers
+
And say that's the bad guy
+
Yeah (808 Mafia)
+
Grah
+
Treat all my exes like Jehovah witnesses
+
Free all the dogs and f*ck all the witnesses
+
They sittin' down, we standin' on business
+
Ayy, standin' on business
+
Standin' on business
+
Standin' on business
+
Standin' on, ooh
+
I'm tryna f*ck all the bitches that look like my ex
+
I'm makin' her vex, I'm too complex
+
I carry a whole lotta gold on my neck
+
He talkin' down, he get put in a lake
+
Cappo the type to show up to the wake
+
I'm geekin' hard, don't know what to take
+
Don't know what I took
+
My doggy got booked for actin' like Book
+
Shot 'em in, ayy
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight (shot 'em, shot 'em, what? Shot 'em)
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight (woah, damn)
+
She went to jung' and bought a body
+
I wasn't there when they caught the body
+
TPS think that I bought the body
+
Internet swear that I bought the body
+
Take more than that to go pop somebody
+
Them niggas talk about everybody
+
So lowkey I'm happy they got somebody, nigga, what?
+
Like what's in your shoe? We sockin' niggas
+
Like what's on your wrist? We clockin' niggas
+
Like anyone home? We knockin' niggas
+
We clumsy as f*ck, we droppin' niggas
+
Like Lenny Kravitz show, we rockin' niggas
+
Like tennis indoors, we squashin' niggas
+
Like combo number one, we whoppin' niggas, nigga, what?
+
We grabbin' his girl and we leavin' a note
+
She broke up with him and deleted a post
+
She said she was vegan, she eatin' a goat, what
+
I'm geekin' hard, I know how it look
+
Don't know what to take, don't know what I took
+
My doggy got booked for actin' like Book
+
Shot 'em in- what
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight (shot 'em, shot 'em, what? Shot 'em)
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight, bro
+
Don't talk to my man like that
+
I like it, when you make it
+
My, my, my, my man
+
My, my, my, my man
+
Don't talk to my man like that
+
I like it, when you make it
+
My, my, my, my man
+
My, my, my, my man
+
You know which one you want
+
I don't care which one you want
+
You can take whatever
+
I don't care what you do
+
I will always watch 'em for you
+
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You're all a bunch of f*cking assholes
+
You know why?
+
You don't have the guts to be what you wanna be
+
You need people like me
+
You need people like me so you can point your f*cking fingers
+
And say that's the bad guy
+
Yeah (808 Mafia)
+
Grah
+
Treat all my exes like Jehovah witnesses
+
Free all the dogs and f*ck all the witnesses
+
They sittin' down, we standin' on business
+
Ayy, standin' on business
+
Standin' on business
+
Standin' on business
+
Standin' on, ooh
+
I'm tryna f*ck all the bitches that look like my ex
+
I'm makin' her vex, I'm too complex
+
I carry a whole lotta gold on my neck
+
He talkin' down, he get put in a lake
+
Cappo the type to show up to the wake
+
I'm geekin' hard, don't know what to take
+
Don't know what I took
+
My doggy got booked for actin' like Book
+
Shot 'em in, ayy
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight (shot 'em, shot 'em, what? Shot 'em)
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight (woah, damn)
+
She went to jung' and bought a body
+
I wasn't there when they caught the body
+
TPS think that I bought the body
+
Internet swear that I bought the body
+
Take more than that to go pop somebody
+
Them niggas talk about everybody
+
So lowkey I'm happy they got somebody, nigga, what?
+
Like what's in your shoe? We sockin' niggas
+
Like what's on your wrist? We clockin' niggas
+
Like anyone home? We knockin' niggas
+
We clumsy as f*ck, we droppin' niggas
+
Like Lenny Kravitz show, we rockin' niggas
+
Like tennis indoors, we squashin' niggas
+
Like combo number one, we whoppin' niggas, nigga, what?
+
We grabbin' his girl and we leavin' a note
+
She broke up with him and deleted a post
+
She said she was vegan, she eatin' a goat, what
+
I'm geekin' hard, I know how it look
+
Don't know what to take, don't know what I took
+
My doggy got booked for actin' like Book
+
Shot 'em in- what
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight (shot 'em, shot 'em, what? Shot 'em)
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight
+
Shot 'em in daylight, bro
+
Don't talk to my man like that
+
I like it, when you make it
+
My, my, my, my man
+
My, my, my, my man
+
Don't talk to my man like that
+
I like it, when you make it
+
My, my, my, my man
+
My, my, my, my man
+
You know which one you want
+
I don't care which one you want
+
You can take whatever
+
I don't care what you do
+
I will always watch 'em for you
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Adonis Graham, A Bevilacqua, J Luellen, M-K Brown, T Cremeni
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




First Person Shooter


(Pew, pew-pew)
+
First person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral
+
To them niggas that say they wan' off us
+
You better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles
+
Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code
+
Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral
+
Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O
+
Yeah
+
Numero U-N-O
+
Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl
+
Man, this shit damn near big as the-
+
Big as the what?
+
Big as the what?
+
Big as the what? Ayy
+
Big as the Super Bowl, but the difference is
+
It's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio
+
Niggas usually send they verses back to me
+
And they be terrible, just like a two-year old
+
I love a dinner with some fine women
+
When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T
+
I'm like, "Go on 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T?
+
Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T?"
+
Who you bitches really rootin' for?
+
Like a kid that act bad from January to November
+
Nigga, it's just you and Cole
+
Big as the what?
+
Big as the what?
+
Big as the what? Ayy
+
Big as the Super Bowl
+
Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
+
Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
+
I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
+
I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
+
I still wanna get me a song with YB
+
Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
+
Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you
+
Like I'm on your caller ID
+
I'm namin' the album The Fall Off
+
It's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off from me
+
Still in this bitch gettin' bigger
+
They waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be
+
Love when they argue the hardest MC
+
Is it K-Dot, is it Aubrey or me?
+
We the big three like we started a league
+
But right now, I feel like Muhammed Ali
+
Huh, yeah, whoa, huh, huh
+
Yeah, Muhammed Ali
+
The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more
+
Feel like I got a job in IT
+
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
+
The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
+
It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons
+
We got 'em attending your wake
+
Hate how the gang got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape
+
Everybody steppers, well, f*ck it
+
Then everybody breakfast and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate
+
(Huh, huh, huh)
+
When I show up, it's motion picture, Blockbuster
+
The G.O.A.T with the golden pen, the top toucher
+
The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster
+
Not Russia, but apply pressure
+
To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aiming 'em
+
With The Boy in the status, a stadium
+
Nigga
+
Ayy
+
I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to
+
I'm 'bout to, yeah
+
Yeah
+
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
+
I'm 'bout to click, whoa
+
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
+
I'm 'bout to click, whoa
+
I'm down to click out on you hoes and make a crime scene
+
I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
+
Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen
+
She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned
+
She got a Android, her messages is lime green
+
I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings
+
Nadine, Christine, Justine
+
Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
+
Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines
+
And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things
+
You niggas is still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream
+
My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream
+
I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams
+
Man, if your pub was up for sale, I'd buy the whole thing
+
Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not
+
They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot
+
They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott
+
I told Jimmy Jam I use a Grammy as a doorstop
+
Girl gave me some head because I need it
+
And if I f*ck with you, then after I might eat it, what?
+
Niggas talkin' 'bout, "When this gon' be repeated?"
+
What the f*ck, bro? I'm one away from Michael
+
Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?
+
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
+
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
+
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, ayy, beat it, what?
+
Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it
+
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(Pew, pew-pew)
+
First person shooter mode, we turnin' your song to a funeral
+
To them niggas that say they wan' off us
+
You better be talkin' 'bout workin' in cubicles
+
Yeah, them boys had it locked, but I knew the code
+
Lot of niggas debatin' my numeral
+
Not the three, not the two, I'm the U-N-O
+
Yeah
+
Numero U-N-O
+
Me and Drizzy, this shit like the Super Bowl
+
Man, this shit damn near big as the-
+
Big as the what?
+
Big as the what?
+
Big as the what? Ayy
+
Big as the Super Bowl, but the difference is
+
It's just two guys playin' shit that they did in the studio
+
Niggas usually send they verses back to me
+
And they be terrible, just like a two-year old
+
I love a dinner with some fine women
+
When they start debatin' about who the G.O.A.T
+
I'm like, "Go on 'head, say it then, who the G.O.A.T?
+
Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T.? Who the G.O.A.T?"
+
Who you bitches really rootin' for?
+
Like a kid that act bad from January to November
+
Nigga, it's just you and Cole
+
Big as the what?
+
Big as the what?
+
Big as the what? Ayy
+
Big as the Super Bowl
+
Niggas so thirsty to put me in beef
+
Dissectin' my words and start lookin' too deep
+
I look at the tweets and start suckin' my teeth
+
I'm lettin' it rock 'cause I love the mystique
+
I still wanna get me a song with YB
+
Can't trust everything that you saw on IG
+
Just know if I diss you, I'd make sure you know that I hit you
+
Like I'm on your caller ID
+
I'm namin' the album The Fall Off
+
It's pretty ironic 'cause it ain't no fall off from me
+
Still in this bitch gettin' bigger
+
They waitin' on the kid to come drop like a father to be
+
Love when they argue the hardest MC
+
Is it K-Dot, is it Aubrey or me?
+
We the big three like we started a league
+
But right now, I feel like Muhammed Ali
+
Huh, yeah, whoa, huh, huh
+
Yeah, Muhammed Ali
+
The one that they call when they shit ain't connectin' no more
+
Feel like I got a job in IT
+
Rhymin' with me is the biggest mistake
+
The Spider-Man meme is me lookin' at Drake
+
It's like we recruited your homies to beat demon deacons
+
We got 'em attending your wake
+
Hate how the gang got away from the bars, man, this shit like a prison escape
+
Everybody steppers, well, f*ck it
+
Then everybody breakfast and I'm 'bout to clear up my plate
+
(Huh, huh, huh)
+
When I show up, it's motion picture, Blockbuster
+
The G.O.A.T with the golden pen, the top toucher
+
The spot rusher, sprayed his whole shit up, the crop duster
+
Not Russia, but apply pressure
+
To your cranium, Cole's automatic when aiming 'em
+
With The Boy in the status, a stadium
+
Nigga
+
Ayy
+
I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to
+
I'm 'bout to, yeah
+
Yeah
+
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
+
I'm 'bout to click, whoa
+
I'm 'bout to click out on this shit
+
I'm 'bout to click, whoa
+
I'm down to click out on you hoes and make a crime scene
+
I click the trigger on the stick like a high beam
+
Man, I was Bentley wheel whippin' when I was nineteen
+
She call my number, leave her hangin', she got dry-cleaned
+
She got a Android, her messages is lime green
+
I search one name, and end up seein' twenty tings
+
Nadine, Christine, Justine
+
Kathleen, Charlene, Pauline, Claudine
+
Man, I pack 'em in this phone like some sardines
+
And they send me naked pictures, it's the small things
+
You niggas is still takin' pictures on a Gulfstream
+
My youngins richer than you rappers and they all stream
+
I really hate that you been sellin' them some false dreams
+
Man, if your pub was up for sale, I'd buy the whole thing
+
Will they ever give me flowers? Well, of course not
+
They don't wanna have that talk, 'cause it's a sore spot
+
They know The Boy the one they gotta boycott
+
I told Jimmy Jam I use a Grammy as a doorstop
+
Girl gave me some head because I need it
+
And if I f*ck with you, then after I might eat it, what?
+
Niggas talkin' 'bout, "When this gon' be repeated?"
+
What the f*ck, bro? I'm one away from Michael
+
Nigga, beat it, nigga, beat it, what?
+
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
+
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, what?
+
Beat it, what? Beat it, what? Beat it, ayy, beat it, what?
+
Don't even pay me back on none them favors, I don't need it
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, A. Hernandez, I. De Boni, Jermaine Cole, J. Washington Jr., M. Mule, M. Samuels, O. Yildirim, T.B. Chambers
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




IDGAF


Traveling forever in the dark
+
Darkness into blackness
+
There and back, it's always black
+
Oh-ah, it screeched across the sky
+
Nothing to do but lie
+
F*ck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh, I'ma die by my respect, huh
+
I put a check up on my neck, life check ya in the head
+
I signed for a couple milli', you only touched a hundred thou'
+
(I-I-I-)
+
Man, I don't give a f*ck who it is
+
I called up my twizz' (BNYX)
+
Don't give a f*ck what y'all on (I-I-I-)
+
Man, f*ck all of you (all of you)
+
Yeah, I don't be givin' no f*cks (not one)
+
Uh (just pull up, pull up, woah)
+
I don't know if you caught on (caught on)
+
I don't be givin' no f*ck (huh)
+
I say whatever I want, yeah, I do whatever I want, huh
+
I'm countin' up money for fun
+
And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (the E)
+
Look, comin' live from the-
+
Comin' live from the one out the five
+
Comin' live from the three, two time
+
Whole gang f*cked her eastbound and they down just like Danny McBride
+
Why I always see your dawgs in the city?
+
Think your boys left some soldiers behind
+
Just like the J, you boys try to vibe
+
That ain't gon' fly, nope
+
I took that one off of the table
+
October's Own, it's a label
+
I stay with that on like a tie
+
I stay with that on like a bagel
+
I stay with that on like a lightsaber
+
Shout' to my ex, I'm her lifesaver
+
My Glocky, it sit on the night table
+
You light on the waist like a lightsaber
+
In Seattle, it's just me and Twizz'
+
I hate you boys more than I ever did
+
You rappin' 'bout shit that you never did
+
My dawg in the can like a metal lid
+
Three the kid, three the kid, three the kid
+
I don't be givin' no f*cks (not one)
+
Uh (just pull up, pull up, woah)
+
I don't know if you caught on (caught on)
+
I don't be givin' no f*ck (huh)
+
I say whatever I want, yeah, I do whatever I want, huh
+
I'm countin' up the money for fun
+
And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (the E)
+
All of my twizz' got a gun (blam)
+
Couple of my twizz' on the run (phew)
+
Couple of my twizz' sellin' Runtz (the E)
+
Couple of my twizz' cut 'em up (the E)
+
Yeah, couple of my twizz' sell a bunch
+
Heard your money got took like it's lunch (hah)
+
We on the side and we punt
+
Bitch, I sleep in the day, I'on see sun (uh-huh, yeah)
+
Big body Lamb' truck sittin' outside in the sun
+
It get you caught up, get you fried
+
You don't really have no swag, so what you did?
+
Your little buddy tried to take mine (woo)
+
I never needed no help, I never needed nobody, I wait in no line (woo)
+
Gonna be a minute, tell the time
+
If you did the crime, bitch, why you cryin'?
+
I just pulled up in a big body, I got a lot of money comin' in
+
I just got off the phone with my demon and he told me that I'm gon' win
+
I can't be wasting time on the 'net, I just be running up a f*ckin' check
+
F*ck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh, I'ma die 'bout my respect, huh
+
I put a check up on my neck, life check ya in the head
+
I signed for a couple milli', you only touched a hundred thou'
+
Ain't nobody steal ya style, ain't nobody want yo' sauce
+
Tell me who the f*ck gon' fall off, tell me who gon' make it out?
+
I don't be givin' no f*cks (not one)
+
Uh (just pull up, pull up, woah)
+
I don't know if you caught on (caught on)
+
I don't be givin' no f*ck (huh)
+
I say whatever I want, yeah, I do whatever I want, huh
+
I'm countin' up the money for fun
+
And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (the E)
+
(I-I-I-)
+
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Traveling forever in the dark
+
Darkness into blackness
+
There and back, it's always black
+
Oh-ah, it screeched across the sky
+
Nothing to do but lie
+
F*ck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh, I'ma die by my respect, huh
+
I put a check up on my neck, life check ya in the head
+
I signed for a couple milli', you only touched a hundred thou'
+
(I-I-I-)
+
Man, I don't give a f*ck who it is
+
I called up my twizz' (BNYX)
+
Don't give a f*ck what y'all on (I-I-I-)
+
Man, f*ck all of you (all of you)
+
Yeah, I don't be givin' no f*cks (not one)
+
Uh (just pull up, pull up, woah)
+
I don't know if you caught on (caught on)
+
I don't be givin' no f*ck (huh)
+
I say whatever I want, yeah, I do whatever I want, huh
+
I'm countin' up money for fun
+
And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (the E)
+
Look, comin' live from the-
+
Comin' live from the one out the five
+
Comin' live from the three, two time
+
Whole gang f*cked her eastbound and they down just like Danny McBride
+
Why I always see your dawgs in the city?
+
Think your boys left some soldiers behind
+
Just like the J, you boys try to vibe
+
That ain't gon' fly, nope
+
I took that one off of the table
+
October's Own, it's a label
+
I stay with that on like a tie
+
I stay with that on like a bagel
+
I stay with that on like a lightsaber
+
Shout' to my ex, I'm her lifesaver
+
My Glocky, it sit on the night table
+
You light on the waist like a lightsaber
+
In Seattle, it's just me and Twizz'
+
I hate you boys more than I ever did
+
You rappin' 'bout shit that you never did
+
My dawg in the can like a metal lid
+
Three the kid, three the kid, three the kid
+
I don't be givin' no f*cks (not one)
+
Uh (just pull up, pull up, woah)
+
I don't know if you caught on (caught on)
+
I don't be givin' no f*ck (huh)
+
I say whatever I want, yeah, I do whatever I want, huh
+
I'm countin' up the money for fun
+
And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (the E)
+
All of my twizz' got a gun (blam)
+
Couple of my twizz' on the run (phew)
+
Couple of my twizz' sellin' Runtz (the E)
+
Couple of my twizz' cut 'em up (the E)
+
Yeah, couple of my twizz' sell a bunch
+
Heard your money got took like it's lunch (hah)
+
We on the side and we punt
+
Bitch, I sleep in the day, I'on see sun (uh-huh, yeah)
+
Big body Lamb' truck sittin' outside in the sun
+
It get you caught up, get you fried
+
You don't really have no swag, so what you did?
+
Your little buddy tried to take mine (woo)
+
I never needed no help, I never needed nobody, I wait in no line (woo)
+
Gonna be a minute, tell the time
+
If you did the crime, bitch, why you cryin'?
+
I just pulled up in a big body, I got a lot of money comin' in
+
I just got off the phone with my demon and he told me that I'm gon' win
+
I can't be wasting time on the 'net, I just be running up a f*ckin' check
+
F*ck the bitch, I make her sweat, huh, I'ma die 'bout my respect, huh
+
I put a check up on my neck, life check ya in the head
+
I signed for a couple milli', you only touched a hundred thou'
+
Ain't nobody steal ya style, ain't nobody want yo' sauce
+
Tell me who the f*ck gon' fall off, tell me who gon' make it out?
+
I don't be givin' no f*cks (not one)
+
Uh (just pull up, pull up, woah)
+
I don't know if you caught on (caught on)
+
I don't be givin' no f*ck (huh)
+
I say whatever I want, yeah, I do whatever I want, huh
+
I'm countin' up the money for fun
+
And I'm poppin' these Percs just for fun (the E)
+
(I-I-I-)
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Noah Smith, Benjamin Saint Fort, J Taylor, N Winston, S Shah
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




7969 Santa


Wait, wait, wait, wait, what, damn
+
Damn, that's how you're dealing with me, damn
+
Damn, that's how you're-, that's how you're-
+
Ayy, look, look
+
Who the f*ck is that? It's a disguise
+
You ain't who I thought I recognized
+
Twenty thousand pound on your rent
+
Bitch, I coulda spent that on the guys
+
I don't like what you did on them trips (shit I don't like)
+
I don't like what you did to your lips (shit I don't like)
+
I don't like the tone of your replies (shit I don't like)
+
I don't like the look that's in your eyes (shit I don't like)
+
Blame this shit on being 25
+
That excuse for me just doesn't fly
+
'Cause Zack keeps sayin' me, that's seven-nine
+
And that shit just gon' have you on my mind
+
Yeah
+
And I just wanna get you off of my mind
+
I just wanna get you off of my mind
+
I just wanna get you off of my mind
+
Ayy, yeah, damn
+
Damn, that's how you're dealing with me, damn
+
Damn, that's how you're dealing with me, damn
+
I just wanna get you off of my mind
+
Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six
+
Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine
+
Ayy
+
Since I had some space to myself
+
I typed some shit, then I erased what I felt
+
That talk we had the other day didn't help
+
'Cause you really think you're out here moving stealth
+
I met the nigga everybody say you f*cked
+
And I could tell he wasn't acting like his self
+
Got you out here moving waste like a belt
+
If it ain't him then it must be somebody else
+
Damn
+
I don't like what you did on them trips (shit I don't like)
+
I don't like what you did to your lips (shit I don't like)
+
I don't like you tellin' just one side (shit I don't like)
+
I don't like the fact you never cried (shit I don't like)
+
Blame that shit on being 25
+
That excuse for me just doesn't fly
+
Zack keeps sayin' meet at seven-nine
+
And that shit just gon' have you on my-
+
Baby, dogs will be dogs (you know I made mistakes)
+
Though we may run (but I promise)
+
Leave the door open
+
Tonight I'm coming home (coming home)
+
Dogs will be dogs
+
No leash in sight
+
Leave the door open
+
I'm coming home tonight (I need my dogs)
+
Ah-woo, ah-woo
+
Ah-woo, ah-woo (let me hear my dogs)
+
Ah-woo (yeah)
+
That's that new Teezo touchdown
+
Straight for all the dogs that's drivin' around in Beaumont
+
Lookin' for some cat
+
All you pitbulls should know by now that hundreds in a row
+
Look like tuna in a bowl
+
This is Curtis Cut-A-Bitch-Off
+
And you're listenin' to B-A-R-K Radio, live from Chapel Hill
+
Where the South was won. Whatever that means
+
We got some new Drake and SZA comin' up
+
And we gon' be givin' away some Drake tickets as well
+
You know we comin' to the H-Town to tear the roof off that motherf*cka
+
This is B-A-R-K Radio
+
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Wait, wait, wait, wait, what, damn
+
Damn, that's how you're dealing with me, damn
+
Damn, that's how you're-, that's how you're-
+
Ayy, look, look
+
Who the f*ck is that? It's a disguise
+
You ain't who I thought I recognized
+
Twenty thousand pound on your rent
+
Bitch, I coulda spent that on the guys
+
I don't like what you did on them trips (shit I don't like)
+
I don't like what you did to your lips (shit I don't like)
+
I don't like the tone of your replies (shit I don't like)
+
I don't like the look that's in your eyes (shit I don't like)
+
Blame this shit on being 25
+
That excuse for me just doesn't fly
+
'Cause Zack keeps sayin' me, that's seven-nine
+
And that shit just gon' have you on my mind
+
Yeah
+
And I just wanna get you off of my mind
+
I just wanna get you off of my mind
+
I just wanna get you off of my mind
+
Ayy, yeah, damn
+
Damn, that's how you're dealing with me, damn
+
Damn, that's how you're dealing with me, damn
+
I just wanna get you off of my mind
+
Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six
+
Seven-nine-six-nine, seven-nine-six-nine
+
Ayy
+
Since I had some space to myself
+
I typed some shit, then I erased what I felt
+
That talk we had the other day didn't help
+
'Cause you really think you're out here moving stealth
+
I met the nigga everybody say you f*cked
+
And I could tell he wasn't acting like his self
+
Got you out here moving waste like a belt
+
If it ain't him then it must be somebody else
+
Damn
+
I don't like what you did on them trips (shit I don't like)
+
I don't like what you did to your lips (shit I don't like)
+
I don't like you tellin' just one side (shit I don't like)
+
I don't like the fact you never cried (shit I don't like)
+
Blame that shit on being 25
+
That excuse for me just doesn't fly
+
Zack keeps sayin' meet at seven-nine
+
And that shit just gon' have you on my-
+
Baby, dogs will be dogs (you know I made mistakes)
+
Though we may run (but I promise)
+
Leave the door open
+
Tonight I'm coming home (coming home)
+
Dogs will be dogs
+
No leash in sight
+
Leave the door open
+
I'm coming home tonight (I need my dogs)
+
Ah-woo, ah-woo
+
Ah-woo, ah-woo (let me hear my dogs)
+
Ah-woo (yeah)
+
That's that new Teezo touchdown
+
Straight for all the dogs that's drivin' around in Beaumont
+
Lookin' for some cat
+
All you pitbulls should know by now that hundreds in a row
+
Look like tuna in a bowl
+
This is Curtis Cut-A-Bitch-Off
+
And you're listenin' to B-A-R-K Radio, live from Chapel Hill
+
Where the South was won. Whatever that means
+
We got some new Drake and SZA comin' up
+
And we gon' be givin' away some Drake tickets as well
+
You know we comin' to the H-Town to tear the roof off that motherf*cka
+
This is B-A-R-K Radio
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Aaron Thomas, Alex Lustig, Keith Cozart, Jahan Sweet, Benjamin Saint Fort, T Taylor, T Pittman, N Lieberthal
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Slime You Out


I don't know
+
I don't know what's wrong with you girls
+
I feel like y'all don't need love
+
You need somebody who can micro-manage you
+
You know what I'm sayin'?
+
Tell you right from wrong
+
Who's smart from who's a fool
+
Which utensil to use for which food, like
+
I got a schedule to attend to though
+
I can't really
+
6ix
+
You bitches really get carried away
+
Makin' mistakes, then you beg me to stay
+
Got me wiggin' on you like I'm Arrogant Tae
+
You got my mind in a terrible place
+
Whipped and chained you, like American slaves
+
Act like you not used to Sheraton stays
+
I met the nigga you thought could replace
+
How were there even comparisons made?
+
This next time, I swear on my grandmother grave
+
I'm slimin' you for them kid choices you made
+
Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out
+
Ayy
+
This ain't the littest I could get on you bitches
+
Sent wires on wires on wires, like Idris
+
Lucky that I don't take back what was given
+
I could have you on payment plan 'til you're hundred and fifty
+
And my slime right here, she got some bars for y'all niggas
+
So I'ma fall back and let SZA talk her shit for a minute
+
Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slime
+
Damn, these niggas got me so twisted
+
How the f*ck you so real, but play bitch on my line?
+
I can feel what you spinnin'
+
Got too much pride to let no burnt nigga slime me out
+
Pull up, go write about, my night, got time
+
Let's discuss all those lies about
+
Frontin' out here, like you diggin' me out
+
And I ain't even cummin', I'm in and out
+
And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin' about
+
And I can spin the ho', I'm airin' it out
+
I'm goin' off like it's sawed-off
+
You tellin' these hoes you ain't cuddlin'
+
But with me you know, you doin' all that shit
+
You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off
+
But with me you know, I'm gon' get it all
+
How you niggas get so carried away?
+
Trippin' when that dick is barely third place
+
F*cked out of pity, it's cute that you lame
+
Dip 'cause it's mid, I can't fake like it's hangin'
+
Slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out
+
Oh-whoa oh, whoa
+
Yeah
+
January, you pretend to see life clearly, yearly
+
February is the time that you put the evil eye and the pride aside
+
For the fantasy of gettin' married, very scary
+
March got you already second guessin' titles
+
April, Spring is here, and just like a spring you start to spiral
+
May brings some warmer days
+
Poolside gettin' very tan
+
June have you movin' ice cold, goin' back and forth with a married man
+
July, that's when I found out you lied
+
August, it was "Baby this", "Baby that", like you had your tubes tied
+
September, we fallin' off, but I'm still the man you tryna win over
+
October is all about me, 'cause your turn should've been over
+
November, got you moodboardin' for next year and you're single
+
December the gift givin' month, and now you wanna rekindle, I
+
Tryna build trust, showin' me your DM's, how they tryna bag you
+
Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein' bad news
+
Get a nigga hit for fifty racks, girl, the beef cost, like it's Wagyu
+
Get a nigga hit, I'll make his ass see the light, like a half-moon
+
Shout to QC, pretty sure I made P M's, like it's past noon
+
All I really know is W's and M's, life lookin' like a bathroom
+
All I really know is M bags, like I drove through in with a fast food
+
Sayin' that I'm too guarded with my feelings, who the f*ck even asked you?
+
Seven bodyguards, just in case somebody really wanna try and crash through
+
Don't know why I listen to you when I hear you talkin' to me, it's some half-truths
+
If I don't pay your rent, it end up like a old hairstyle, girl, it's past due
+
If I don't
+
Ah, ah, that's as far as I got
+
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English

I don't know
+
I don't know what's wrong with you girls
+
I feel like y'all don't need love
+
You need somebody who can micro-manage you
+
You know what I'm sayin'?
+
Tell you right from wrong
+
Who's smart from who's a fool
+
Which utensil to use for which food, like
+
I got a schedule to attend to though
+
I can't really
+
6ix
+
You bitches really get carried away
+
Makin' mistakes, then you beg me to stay
+
Got me wiggin' on you like I'm Arrogant Tae
+
You got my mind in a terrible place
+
Whipped and chained you, like American slaves
+
Act like you not used to Sheraton stays
+
I met the nigga you thought could replace
+
How were there even comparisons made?
+
This next time, I swear on my grandmother grave
+
I'm slimin' you for them kid choices you made
+
Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slimin' you out
+
Ayy
+
This ain't the littest I could get on you bitches
+
Sent wires on wires on wires, like Idris
+
Lucky that I don't take back what was given
+
I could have you on payment plan 'til you're hundred and fifty
+
And my slime right here, she got some bars for y'all niggas
+
So I'ma fall back and let SZA talk her shit for a minute
+
Slimin' you out, slimin' you out, slime
+
Damn, these niggas got me so twisted
+
How the f*ck you so real, but play bitch on my line?
+
I can feel what you spinnin'
+
Got too much pride to let no burnt nigga slime me out
+
Pull up, go write about, my night, got time
+
Let's discuss all those lies about
+
Frontin' out here, like you diggin' me out
+
And I ain't even cummin', I'm in and out
+
And you ain't 'bout the shit you rappin' about
+
And I can spin the ho', I'm airin' it out
+
I'm goin' off like it's sawed-off
+
You tellin' these hoes you ain't cuddlin'
+
But with me you know, you doin' all that shit
+
You tellin' these hoes you ain't trickin' off
+
But with me you know, I'm gon' get it all
+
How you niggas get so carried away?
+
Trippin' when that dick is barely third place
+
F*cked out of pity, it's cute that you lame
+
Dip 'cause it's mid, I can't fake like it's hangin'
+
Slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out, I'm slimin' you out
+
Oh-whoa oh, whoa
+
Yeah
+
January, you pretend to see life clearly, yearly
+
February is the time that you put the evil eye and the pride aside
+
For the fantasy of gettin' married, very scary
+
March got you already second guessin' titles
+
April, Spring is here, and just like a spring you start to spiral
+
May brings some warmer days
+
Poolside gettin' very tan
+
June have you movin' ice cold, goin' back and forth with a married man
+
July, that's when I found out you lied
+
August, it was "Baby this", "Baby that", like you had your tubes tied
+
September, we fallin' off, but I'm still the man you tryna win over
+
October is all about me, 'cause your turn should've been over
+
November, got you moodboardin' for next year and you're single
+
December the gift givin' month, and now you wanna rekindle, I
+
Tryna build trust, showin' me your DM's, how they tryna bag you
+
Ironic how the news I got about you ended up bein' bad news
+
Get a nigga hit for fifty racks, girl, the beef cost, like it's Wagyu
+
Get a nigga hit, I'll make his ass see the light, like a half-moon
+
Shout to QC, pretty sure I made P M's, like it's past noon
+
All I really know is W's and M's, life lookin' like a bathroom
+
All I really know is M bags, like I drove through in with a fast food
+
Sayin' that I'm too guarded with my feelings, who the f*ck even asked you?
+
Seven bodyguards, just in case somebody really wanna try and crash through
+
Don't know why I listen to you when I hear you talkin' to me, it's some half-truths
+
If I don't pay your rent, it end up like a old hairstyle, girl, it's past due
+
If I don't
+
Ah, ah, that's as far as I got
+
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Writer: Benjamin Saint Fort, C. Powell, Dalton Tennant, Grant Lapointe, Aubrey Graham, Noel Cadastre, Noah Shebib, Solana Imani Rowe
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Bahamas Promises


Dogs, man
+
Yeah, For All The Dogs
+
Mm, oh-oh-oh, ayy-ayy
+
Hailey, it's sad that I know all the tea
+
Broken pinky promises, you f*cked up our Bahamas trip
+
I know that you're not for me
+
Hailey
+
I'm tired of your apologies
+
You put the "No" in monogamy (no)
+
You know that you're not for me
+
Hailey
+
I'm slidin' down Black Creek
+
My friends say they wanna meet (but I don't have the energy)
+
But I don't have the energy 'cause, ooh
+
I'm tired of your apologies, oh
+
Broken pinky promises, you f*cked up my Bahamas trip
+
I know that you're not for me, Hailey
+
You're livin' in my mind for free
+
And for someone you don't miss, I sure feel like somebody you need
+
Hailey
+
You ain't got nowhere to be
+
It's 'cause you should've been with me
+
The list of things we could've been
+
Damn
+
Guess I'll see you in my dreams
+
I'm f*cked up off of T3
+
Promise I won't cause a scene
+
I got too much respect for me
+
Dogs, man
+
Yeah, For All The Dogs
+
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Dogs, man
+
Yeah, For All The Dogs
+
Mm, oh-oh-oh, ayy-ayy
+
Hailey, it's sad that I know all the tea
+
Broken pinky promises, you f*cked up our Bahamas trip
+
I know that you're not for me
+
Hailey
+
I'm tired of your apologies
+
You put the "No" in monogamy (no)
+
You know that you're not for me
+
Hailey
+
I'm slidin' down Black Creek
+
My friends say they wanna meet (but I don't have the energy)
+
But I don't have the energy 'cause, ooh
+
I'm tired of your apologies, oh
+
Broken pinky promises, you f*cked up my Bahamas trip
+
I know that you're not for me, Hailey
+
You're livin' in my mind for free
+
And for someone you don't miss, I sure feel like somebody you need
+
Hailey
+
You ain't got nowhere to be
+
It's 'cause you should've been with me
+
The list of things we could've been
+
Damn
+
Guess I'll see you in my dreams
+
I'm f*cked up off of T3
+
Promise I won't cause a scene
+
I got too much respect for me
+
Dogs, man
+
Yeah, For All The Dogs
+
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Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Jahaan Sweet, Ray Nelson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Tried Our Best


Oh, oh
+
Oh, oh
+
Oh, oh
+
Oh, oh
+
Oh, oh
+
Oh
+
I swear that there's a list of places that I been with you
+
I wanna go without you
+
Just so I can know what it's like to be there without havin' to argue
+
Swear I didn't have the discipline to leave your ass at home
+
You make it hard to
+
This life'll take a lot of listenin' to one another
+
Shouldn't have involved you
+
I know not to now
+
Leave you at home if I wanna have a good night
+
Leave you at home if I wanna have a good time
+
Peace of mind
+
Leave you at home, bein' honest with you sometimes, I might
+
Leave you at home, blue bubbles blowin' my line, hard times
+
Stressed out, bad vibes
+
Treat you like
+
Treated you like
+
You're one of mine
+
Treated you
+
Treated you
+
Treated you, treated you
+
Treated you, treated you
+
Treated you, treated you
+
Treated you, treat you right
+
Treat you right
+
There's no ribbon given to anyone that you dealt with
+
No badge of honor, no ceremony or benefits
+
I gotta start us up a support group with a membership
+
Your girl's in the bathroom laying down white lines like supremacist
+
Wockhardt and Sierra Mist
+
Champagne, eggs benedict
+
Zoom call with her therapist
+
I'll cater to you, girl, but late night, you a terrorist
+
The girl that the boy cherishes workin' late night at the Pyramid
+
And it ain't right
+
Ain't something I can make right
+
F*cking up another date night
+
F*cking up another great night
+
Message read like a brake light
+
Words sharp like a steak knife
+
Fishing for some answers in that ocean with a f*cking great white
+
We in the club with your gay friends
+
Always put you on a straight flight
+
You YSL like buy me some
+
I'm YSL like a snake bite
+
I swear to God, you think I'm Shakespeare
+
That's why you always wanna play, right?
+
This ain't something I can make right
+
Treat you like
+
Treated you like
+
You're one of mine
+
Treated you
+
Treated you
+
Treated you, treated you
+
Treated you, treated you
+
Treated you, treated you
+
Treated you, treat you right
+
Treat you right
+
Treat you right
+
Treat you right
+
(Wockhardt and Sierra Mist)
+
(Treated you, treated you)
+
(Treated you, treated you)
+
(Treated you, treated you)
+
(Treated you, treated you)
+
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English

Oh, oh
+
Oh, oh
+
Oh, oh
+
Oh, oh
+
Oh, oh
+
Oh
+
I swear that there's a list of places that I been with you
+
I wanna go without you
+
Just so I can know what it's like to be there without havin' to argue
+
Swear I didn't have the discipline to leave your ass at home
+
You make it hard to
+
This life'll take a lot of listenin' to one another
+
Shouldn't have involved you
+
I know not to now
+
Leave you at home if I wanna have a good night
+
Leave you at home if I wanna have a good time
+
Peace of mind
+
Leave you at home, bein' honest with you sometimes, I might
+
Leave you at home, blue bubbles blowin' my line, hard times
+
Stressed out, bad vibes
+
Treat you like
+
Treated you like
+
You're one of mine
+
Treated you
+
Treated you
+
Treated you, treated you
+
Treated you, treated you
+
Treated you, treated you
+
Treated you, treat you right
+
Treat you right
+
There's no ribbon given to anyone that you dealt with
+
No badge of honor, no ceremony or benefits
+
I gotta start us up a support group with a membership
+
Your girl's in the bathroom laying down white lines like supremacist
+
Wockhardt and Sierra Mist
+
Champagne, eggs benedict
+
Zoom call with her therapist
+
I'll cater to you, girl, but late night, you a terrorist
+
The girl that the boy cherishes workin' late night at the Pyramid
+
And it ain't right
+
Ain't something I can make right
+
F*cking up another date night
+
F*cking up another great night
+
Message read like a brake light
+
Words sharp like a steak knife
+
Fishing for some answers in that ocean with a f*cking great white
+
We in the club with your gay friends
+
Always put you on a straight flight
+
You YSL like buy me some
+
I'm YSL like a snake bite
+
I swear to God, you think I'm Shakespeare
+
That's why you always wanna play, right?
+
This ain't something I can make right
+
Treat you like
+
Treated you like
+
You're one of mine
+
Treated you
+
Treated you
+
Treated you, treated you
+
Treated you, treated you
+
Treated you, treated you
+
Treated you, treat you right
+
Treat you right
+
Treat you right
+
Treat you right
+
(Wockhardt and Sierra Mist)
+
(Treated you, treated you)
+
(Treated you, treated you)
+
(Treated you, treated you)
+
(Treated you, treated you)
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Jahaan Sweet, Noah Shebib
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Screw The World (Interlude)


Ayy
+
I never player hate
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Uh, 'bout to screw the world
+
F*ck what you doin', you can't f*ck with my crew
+
Screw the f*ckin' world, I don't care
+
Mr. Nine-Six, syrup in my cup
+
Bustin' down, smilin' 'round, and I got them girls
+
Mr. Damn Screw, I would never jheri curl
+
Way back in the days, now I'm ballin', f*ck a fade
+
I don't give a damn, and I'm pimpin', pushin' plays
+
Popped up, chopped, them boys ain't gon' like it
+
F*ckin' with the greatest, them boys, they'll spike it
+
I can't tell you much, player drankin', damn sober
+
Never flippin' through the cut, we ain't, we ain't sober
+
Mr. Nine-Six, big bag of tricks
+
Right before your eyes, Screwed Up Click
+
My clique down with million, I'm down with the mean
+
Some still drank, some push the damn lid
+
I don't give a damn 'cause we all got a dub
+
Came up from a scrub, now I pull up
+
We go through the door to the floor
+
I'ma do it and I like to play my shit slow
+
Uptempo is the beat
+
I'm laid back and blowin' on a Sweet
+
Put your ass to sleep, do it
+
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Ayy
+
I never player hate
+
Uh, 'bout to screw the world
+
F*ck what you doin', you can't f*ck with my crew
+
Screw the f*ckin' world, I don't care
+
Mr. Nine-Six, syrup in my cup
+
Bustin' down, smilin' 'round, and I got them girls
+
Mr. Damn Screw, I would never jheri curl
+
Way back in the days, now I'm ballin', f*ck a fade
+
I don't give a damn, and I'm pimpin', pushin' plays
+
Popped up, chopped, them boys ain't gon' like it
+
F*ckin' with the greatest, them boys, they'll spike it
+
I can't tell you much, player drankin', damn sober
+
Never flippin' through the cut, we ain't, we ain't sober
+
Mr. Nine-Six, big bag of tricks
+
Right before your eyes, Screwed Up Click
+
My clique down with million, I'm down with the mean
+
Some still drank, some push the damn lid
+
I don't give a damn 'cause we all got a dub
+
Came up from a scrub, now I pull up
+
We go through the door to the floor
+
I'ma do it and I like to play my shit slow
+
Uptempo is the beat
+
I'm laid back and blowin' on a Sweet
+
Put your ass to sleep, do it
+
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Writer: A O'Bryant, A Felder, D Reeves, JC Olivier, J Hutchins, K Walker, L Smith, N Jones, N Harris, S Barnes
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Drew A Picasso


(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
+
You cannot find no one better than this
+
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
+
Takin' three months off, then f*ckin' again
+
After you said we not f*ckin' again
+
Never say "Never," just say what it is
+
Act like you need some insurance on this
+
We didn't get here on accident
+
Don't make me bring out them racks again
+
Your two best friends are some savages
+
Damn, how many days has it been?
+
Swearin' it's different, not genuine
+
Movin' like Snoopy and Charlie Brown
+
Feel like you tryna dog the kid
+
You're mine
+
Too many reasons why
+
I can't picture you with him
+
That's just so embarrassin'
+
I want to die, to die
+
I swear that I wanted you back then
+
Waitin' on you like a backend
+
You bad as f*ck, ain't no cappin'
+
Statements you claimed never happened
+
This can't be the shit that you doin' to me
+
All of them nights you was slidin' around
+
Told me what niggas was doin' to you
+
That's the same shit that you doin' to me
+
You in the city, you laid up with him
+
While I'm on the road with no one to see
+
There's no way (baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
+
'Cause you cannot find no one better than this
+
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
+
F*ckin' and arguin', f*ckin' again
+
After you said we not f*ckin' again
+
Probably coulda made it work again if I
+
Was man enough to tell you you was wrong
+
Man enough to not put it in a song
+
For the world to sing along
+
Man enough, I coulda told you on my own
+
Man enough to admit that
+
Paragraph I sent last night, yeah, I probably shoulda never sent that
+
And when you layin' on your stomach, only time I ever wanna get my lick back
+
How the outsiders know the inside?
+
They was never supposed to get that, nah
+
And that's just so embarrassin'
+
I want to die, to die
+
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for when you was married
+
That tale wasn't much of a fairy
+
Christmas, it wasn't that merry
+
You a trophy to me like the Larry
+
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
+
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
+
In Miami and the owls with me like they just put my ass in Gryffindor
+
Mouth dry off a twenty that I never bother gettin' no prescription for
+
Steez sayin' that you miss me and I won't say it to you, but I miss you more
+
Said we got each other back
+
And then you put the knife in it like the kitchen drawer
+
Way I'm feelin' on this album, really took it easy on you
+
Coulda written more
+
If the shoe was on the other foot and it was me, it woulda been guerilla war
+
Since you know I got a soft spot for you, this has turned into a civil war
+
Artists hittin' on you, broke as f*ck
+
I swear them niggas probably live in Singapore
+
The athlete that you rollin' with
+
I saw his game last night, he didn't score
+
F*ck, I gotta say a little more
+
Show you spots you never been before
+
It's f*cked up that we was goin' once
+
And now you're goin' twice like a biddin' war
+
Why you act like just 'cause I go to the strip club, girl
+
That I don't love you?
+
You still listenin' to R. Kelly in the whip, baby girl
+
And I don't judge you
+
I'ma end this shit and let the 40 beat play before I snap
+
In Booby Trap, throwin' more bills than your baby daddy trap
+
Yeah, grrah
+
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(Baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
+
You cannot find no one better than this
+
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
+
Takin' three months off, then f*ckin' again
+
After you said we not f*ckin' again
+
Never say "Never," just say what it is
+
Act like you need some insurance on this
+
We didn't get here on accident
+
Don't make me bring out them racks again
+
Your two best friends are some savages
+
Damn, how many days has it been?
+
Swearin' it's different, not genuine
+
Movin' like Snoopy and Charlie Brown
+
Feel like you tryna dog the kid
+
You're mine
+
Too many reasons why
+
I can't picture you with him
+
That's just so embarrassin'
+
I want to die, to die
+
I swear that I wanted you back then
+
Waitin' on you like a backend
+
You bad as f*ck, ain't no cappin'
+
Statements you claimed never happened
+
This can't be the shit that you doin' to me
+
All of them nights you was slidin' around
+
Told me what niggas was doin' to you
+
That's the same shit that you doin' to me
+
You in the city, you laid up with him
+
While I'm on the road with no one to see
+
There's no way (baby, you know, you know, you know I need your love)
+
'Cause you cannot find no one better than this
+
Try to do right by you, but we can't mix, I tried
+
F*ckin' and arguin', f*ckin' again
+
After you said we not f*ckin' again
+
Probably coulda made it work again if I
+
Was man enough to tell you you was wrong
+
Man enough to not put it in a song
+
For the world to sing along
+
Man enough, I coulda told you on my own
+
Man enough to admit that
+
Paragraph I sent last night, yeah, I probably shoulda never sent that
+
And when you layin' on your stomach, only time I ever wanna get my lick back
+
How the outsiders know the inside?
+
They was never supposed to get that, nah
+
And that's just so embarrassin'
+
I want to die, to die
+
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for when you was married
+
That tale wasn't much of a fairy
+
Christmas, it wasn't that merry
+
You a trophy to me like the Larry
+
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
+
Ayy, I'm the one that you was wishin' for
+
In Miami and the owls with me like they just put my ass in Gryffindor
+
Mouth dry off a twenty that I never bother gettin' no prescription for
+
Steez sayin' that you miss me and I won't say it to you, but I miss you more
+
Said we got each other back
+
And then you put the knife in it like the kitchen drawer
+
Way I'm feelin' on this album, really took it easy on you
+
Coulda written more
+
If the shoe was on the other foot and it was me, it woulda been guerilla war
+
Since you know I got a soft spot for you, this has turned into a civil war
+
Artists hittin' on you, broke as f*ck
+
I swear them niggas probably live in Singapore
+
The athlete that you rollin' with
+
I saw his game last night, he didn't score
+
F*ck, I gotta say a little more
+
Show you spots you never been before
+
It's f*cked up that we was goin' once
+
And now you're goin' twice like a biddin' war
+
Why you act like just 'cause I go to the strip club, girl
+
That I don't love you?
+
You still listenin' to R. Kelly in the whip, baby girl
+
And I don't judge you
+
I'ma end this shit and let the 40 beat play before I snap
+
In Booby Trap, throwin' more bills than your baby daddy trap
+
Yeah, grrah
+
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Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, D. Wagner, Eliel Afari Brown, John Alexander Hyszko, Kamyar Karimi, Noah James Shebib, P. Campbell, Sampha Sisay, Thomas Lumpkins
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Members Only


Wait
+
Wait, wait, wait, yeah
+
Wake up every day
+
Lord, please guide my way
+
I'm so grateful (yeah)
+
I can't wait for September
+
'Cause that means that next month, it's goin' down like timber
+
You're too down with the gangy, you're one of my members
+
She gotta represent for the guys now
+
They gotta see a part of me in her (yeah)
+
Red flag, blue flag, green flag, and a white flag to surrender (yeah)
+
My ex girl was a head case, I cannot defend her
+
You're too down with the gangy, you're one of my members
+
They see you comin' 'round in the realest way
+
Now them hoes gettin' friendlier
+
You're too down with the
+
You're too down with the gangy, with the gangy
+
With the, what? With the gangy
+
You're too down with the members
+
You're too down for the O, girl, f*ck November, December
+
Ask them other guys in the city what happened
+
L-O-L gang, we the last ones laughin'
+
Are you jackin' them or jackin' us?
+
When you ride around the 6ix, girl
+
Are you slappin' them or slappin' us?
+
I know the answer
+
I'll take you farther than Mexico (yeah, yeah)
+
You still got niggas hard pressed on you though (yeah)
+
I know you, shorty a ten, but not the messy ho (yeah)
+
You standin' tall like the star-spangled
+
I'll give you my all if you're ready for it
+
Hop off the block if you're Jenny for me (yeah)
+
Hop off the yacht with the Henny for me (gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)
+
You know the airport is callin' our name
+
You know the Clearport is callin' our name
+
I'll take you farther than Biscayne, my girl (woo, gangsta, gangsta, yeah)
+
You're too down with the gangy, you're one of my members (yeah)
+
They see you comin' 'round in the realest way
+
Now them hoes gettin' friendlier
+
You're too down with the
+
You're too down with the gangy, with the gangy
+
With the, what? With the gangy
+
You're too down with the members
+
You're too down for the O, girl, f*ck November, December
+
You're too down for the O, girl, the O, girl
+
Going deeper inside, my feelings can't subside
+
These walls are so thin, you gon' wake up the whole eastside, girl
+
Feel like I'm bi 'cause you're one of the guys, girl
+
All jokes aside, you gon' wake up the whole eastside
+
Wake up the whole eastside
+
Comin' from Jahron B side
+
On the road, goin' eighty
+
I live like forty minutes from you, that sex drive is crazy
+
You used to jack the other side, but that shit doesn't phase me
+
Not at all
+
Those guys were never gangy, those guys are in a strange place
+
Say you started datin' girls now, say it to me with a straight face
+
Oh, now it's girls
+
I wanna know all of your kinks
+
I wanna touch more money than Brinks
+
I bet I could change how you think
+
I know, I know I could have us both
+
Both cummin' at the same time like, "Jinx," I'm talkin' dirty
+
Time to arch that back and put both hands down like 6:30
+
N-Y-see me later when I'm right there like New Jersey
+
All your friends keep judgin' us, it's like you're my attorney
+
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Wait
+
Wait, wait, wait, yeah
+
Wake up every day
+
Lord, please guide my way
+
I'm so grateful (yeah)
+
I can't wait for September
+
'Cause that means that next month, it's goin' down like timber
+
You're too down with the gangy, you're one of my members
+
She gotta represent for the guys now
+
They gotta see a part of me in her (yeah)
+
Red flag, blue flag, green flag, and a white flag to surrender (yeah)
+
My ex girl was a head case, I cannot defend her
+
You're too down with the gangy, you're one of my members
+
They see you comin' 'round in the realest way
+
Now them hoes gettin' friendlier
+
You're too down with the
+
You're too down with the gangy, with the gangy
+
With the, what? With the gangy
+
You're too down with the members
+
You're too down for the O, girl, f*ck November, December
+
Ask them other guys in the city what happened
+
L-O-L gang, we the last ones laughin'
+
Are you jackin' them or jackin' us?
+
When you ride around the 6ix, girl
+
Are you slappin' them or slappin' us?
+
I know the answer
+
I'll take you farther than Mexico (yeah, yeah)
+
You still got niggas hard pressed on you though (yeah)
+
I know you, shorty a ten, but not the messy ho (yeah)
+
You standin' tall like the star-spangled
+
I'll give you my all if you're ready for it
+
Hop off the block if you're Jenny for me (yeah)
+
Hop off the yacht with the Henny for me (gangsta, gangsta, gangsta)
+
You know the airport is callin' our name
+
You know the Clearport is callin' our name
+
I'll take you farther than Biscayne, my girl (woo, gangsta, gangsta, yeah)
+
You're too down with the gangy, you're one of my members (yeah)
+
They see you comin' 'round in the realest way
+
Now them hoes gettin' friendlier
+
You're too down with the
+
You're too down with the gangy, with the gangy
+
With the, what? With the gangy
+
You're too down with the members
+
You're too down for the O, girl, f*ck November, December
+
You're too down for the O, girl, the O, girl
+
Going deeper inside, my feelings can't subside
+
These walls are so thin, you gon' wake up the whole eastside, girl
+
Feel like I'm bi 'cause you're one of the guys, girl
+
All jokes aside, you gon' wake up the whole eastside
+
Wake up the whole eastside
+
Comin' from Jahron B side
+
On the road, goin' eighty
+
I live like forty minutes from you, that sex drive is crazy
+
You used to jack the other side, but that shit doesn't phase me
+
Not at all
+
Those guys were never gangy, those guys are in a strange place
+
Say you started datin' girls now, say it to me with a straight face
+
Oh, now it's girls
+
I wanna know all of your kinks
+
I wanna touch more money than Brinks
+
I bet I could change how you think
+
I know, I know I could have us both
+
Both cummin' at the same time like, "Jinx," I'm talkin' dirty
+
Time to arch that back and put both hands down like 6:30
+
N-Y-see me later when I'm right there like New Jersey
+
All your friends keep judgin' us, it's like you're my attorney
+
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Writer: Jahron Brathwaite, Aubrey Graham, Noah Shebib, Steven Vidal
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




What Would Pluto Do


Damn, okay (yeah)
+
I been out the way in the cut, it's been a minute (been a minute)
+
Workin' on the album, now it's finished
+
Last time I saw her, she was f*ckin' with my nigga
+
So the question is, the question is
+
What would Pluto do? He'd f*ck the ho, so I did it (yeah, yeah)
+
What would Pluto do? He'd f*ck the ho, so I did it (yeah, yeah)
+
What would Pluto do? He definitely f*ckin' on this ho, ayy
+
Wigglin' back into my old ways, ayy
+
Bunch of sedatives, hypnotics in my system, okay
+
Life is goin' just how I predicted, okay
+
Droppin' two Cialis in her liquid, okay
+
I ain't got a strap, I gotta risk it, okay
+
Baby girl, Adonis need a sister, okay
+
And my baby mama out the picture, okay
+
Think I'm 'Luminati 'cause I'm rich, well okay
+
Diamonds in the sky
+
Put your face down, ass in the air
+
Two cups stuffed, ayy, bussin' off pill
+
Keep our shit trill, crack a new seal
+
New Rolls, bought it for the thrill
+
Too lazy to even change out the wheel
+
Yeah, thought they knew my body, guess they don't
+
Thought they knew my body, guess they don't, ayy
+
Thought they knew my body, guess they
+
Ayy, guess they don't
+
I'm geekin' off of my pride (yeah, yeah)
+
Lost my Sprite deal 'cause Wayne kept pourin' fives
+
You know I'm beefin' with much older guys (much older guys)
+
'Fore I catch up with them, they'll probably
+
Ayy, what, R.I.P. them f*ck niggas (damn, what)
+
What, really hate a rap nigga
+
Let's not even talk about them f*ck niggas, f*ck them
+
Hit my line talkin' about what's up, well, what's up then?
+
Last time I saw you, you was talkin' 'bout reduction
+
Lookin' at you now, I see you ain't get rid of
+
Lookin' at you now, I see you ain't get rid of nothin'
+
Where you get that jeans from? Who sewed the buttons?
+
'Cause that shit still poppin' out the front and the back
+
That shit still poppin' out the, damn
+
That shit came poppin' out them jeans like a ghost
+
Girl, you gotta pop that on me like a Coke
+
Swear I wanna crack behind your back like a joke
+
Swear I wanna lift you up high like your hopes
+
Swear I wanna tear your box out like a coach
+
Get inside and bend a dick just like the pope
+
Girl, you got me begging for a ten, like I'm broke
+
Girl, I want us hangin' out in the summer like a coat
+
Girl, I wanna slide in your box like a vote
+
Tryna have you comin' out your shell like the yolk
+
But I heard that you f*ckin' with a nigga that I know (okay, so?)
+
Damn, okay ('kay)
+
I been out the way in the cut, it's been a minute (been a minute)
+
Workin' on the album, now it's finished (yeah, it's done)
+
Last time I saw her, she was f*ckin' with my nigga
+
So the question is (yeah), the question is (yeah)
+
What would Pluto do? He'd f*ck the ho, so I did it (yeah, yeah)
+
What would Pluto do? He'd f*ck the ho, so I did it (yeah, yeah)
+
What would Pluto do? He definitely f*ckin' on this ho
+
(Yeah, yeah)
+
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English

Damn, okay (yeah)
+
I been out the way in the cut, it's been a minute (been a minute)
+
Workin' on the album, now it's finished
+
Last time I saw her, she was f*ckin' with my nigga
+
So the question is, the question is
+
What would Pluto do? He'd f*ck the ho, so I did it (yeah, yeah)
+
What would Pluto do? He'd f*ck the ho, so I did it (yeah, yeah)
+
What would Pluto do? He definitely f*ckin' on this ho, ayy
+
Wigglin' back into my old ways, ayy
+
Bunch of sedatives, hypnotics in my system, okay
+
Life is goin' just how I predicted, okay
+
Droppin' two Cialis in her liquid, okay
+
I ain't got a strap, I gotta risk it, okay
+
Baby girl, Adonis need a sister, okay
+
And my baby mama out the picture, okay
+
Think I'm 'Luminati 'cause I'm rich, well okay
+
Diamonds in the sky
+
Put your face down, ass in the air
+
Two cups stuffed, ayy, bussin' off pill
+
Keep our shit trill, crack a new seal
+
New Rolls, bought it for the thrill
+
Too lazy to even change out the wheel
+
Yeah, thought they knew my body, guess they don't
+
Thought they knew my body, guess they don't, ayy
+
Thought they knew my body, guess they
+
Ayy, guess they don't
+
I'm geekin' off of my pride (yeah, yeah)
+
Lost my Sprite deal 'cause Wayne kept pourin' fives
+
You know I'm beefin' with much older guys (much older guys)
+
'Fore I catch up with them, they'll probably
+
Ayy, what, R.I.P. them f*ck niggas (damn, what)
+
What, really hate a rap nigga
+
Let's not even talk about them f*ck niggas, f*ck them
+
Hit my line talkin' about what's up, well, what's up then?
+
Last time I saw you, you was talkin' 'bout reduction
+
Lookin' at you now, I see you ain't get rid of
+
Lookin' at you now, I see you ain't get rid of nothin'
+
Where you get that jeans from? Who sewed the buttons?
+
'Cause that shit still poppin' out the front and the back
+
That shit still poppin' out the, damn
+
That shit came poppin' out them jeans like a ghost
+
Girl, you gotta pop that on me like a Coke
+
Swear I wanna crack behind your back like a joke
+
Swear I wanna lift you up high like your hopes
+
Swear I wanna tear your box out like a coach
+
Get inside and bend a dick just like the pope
+
Girl, you got me begging for a ten, like I'm broke
+
Girl, I want us hangin' out in the summer like a coat
+
Girl, I wanna slide in your box like a vote
+
Tryna have you comin' out your shell like the yolk
+
But I heard that you f*ckin' with a nigga that I know (okay, so?)
+
Damn, okay ('kay)
+
I been out the way in the cut, it's been a minute (been a minute)
+
Workin' on the album, now it's finished (yeah, it's done)
+
Last time I saw her, she was f*ckin' with my nigga
+
So the question is (yeah), the question is (yeah)
+
What would Pluto do? He'd f*ck the ho, so I did it (yeah, yeah)
+
What would Pluto do? He'd f*ck the ho, so I did it (yeah, yeah)
+
What would Pluto do? He definitely f*ckin' on this ho
+
(Yeah, yeah)
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Aubrey Drake Graham, Benjamin Saint Fort, Bennett Pepple, Gentuar Memishi, Miles Parks McCollum
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC




All The Parties


Ayy
+
Ayy, ayy
+
Grr
+
Yeah, Jason got money that glow in the dark
+
Hit up the dawg like I'm OVO Mark
+
Walk-in closet, got more Chrome than a Stark
+
Forty K a night to sleep at the Mark
+
Guess it's time for me to cover the shark
+
Me and KD 'bout to turn up the art
+
F*ck you hoes, I swear I'm breakin' your heart
+
It's broken
+
I bought the house just to knock that shit down
+
I bought the Rolls just to take it apart
+
She bought an ass, now she makin' it arch
+
Doctor's office was the last time that you niggas even had your name on a chart
+
Shawty graduated, playin' it smart (ayy, yeah)
+
Used to be a smarty
+
Used to wanna study, now she poppin' Addies
+
She at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna
+
She just did her body, she in love with Sosa
+
Girl, you such a thottie
+
Ayy, Sosa, baby
+
Used to be a smarty
+
Used to wanna study, now I drop the addy
+
And she at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna
+
Showin' off her body, she in love with Sosa
+
Girl, you such a thottie, ayy
+
Money on my mind, I'm rackin' my brain
+
Shout to Lil' Palestine, she with the gang
+
Shout to lil' A1 from Foxwell and Jane
+
Shout to lil' Izzy, she work as a stewardess
+
I should probably go and get her the Plain Jane
+
Free Baby M out the shackle and chain
+
Me, my evil twin, we one and the same
+
Shout to Machine from the Wood, free 17 from the Lane
+
R.I.P. Smoke, it's a shame, I'm bumpin' 'em all in the Range
+
I love all y'all niggas the same, I wish this was back in the day, for real
+
Forty deep in the East End
+
We call it swimmin' in the deep end
+
My bitches playin' PND and them
+
Them shorties don't listen to Weeknd
+
They archin' back and makin' knees bend
+
And they ain't graduate but they geekin'
+
And they live in a crib with a cheap rent, yeah
+
And I wish I could dead all the beefin'
+
And I wish I could dead all the dissin' deceased friends
+
I wish we could be friends
+
Probably sound like I'm preachin'
+
The city might sleep in some peace then
+
But it's not realistic
+
What's realistic is money that we spend
+
We coppin' cars like policemen
+
We heavy guys like obese men
+
I keep showin' love to the streets and
+
It's still three the guys 'til they free men, yeah, yeah
+
And it's 6ix side town, a dead end world
+
East End boys and West End girls, yeah
+
East End boys and West End girls, ayy
+
Used to be a smarty
+
Used to wanna study, now I send the addy
+
And she at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna
+
Showin' off her body, she in love with Sosa
+
Girl, you need a hobby
+
This is the starchild, a.k.a. DJ Pooper Scooper
+
What's on top of the house? Roof
+
What's in the top of your mouth? Roof
+
What's Babe name? Roof
+
What do a dog say? Roof
+
We comin' to tear the what off? Roof
+
They raise your tax, we raise the roof
+
B.A.R.K. Radio
+
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Ayy
+
Ayy, ayy
+
Grr
+
Yeah, Jason got money that glow in the dark
+
Hit up the dawg like I'm OVO Mark
+
Walk-in closet, got more Chrome than a Stark
+
Forty K a night to sleep at the Mark
+
Guess it's time for me to cover the shark
+
Me and KD 'bout to turn up the art
+
F*ck you hoes, I swear I'm breakin' your heart
+
It's broken
+
I bought the house just to knock that shit down
+
I bought the Rolls just to take it apart
+
She bought an ass, now she makin' it arch
+
Doctor's office was the last time that you niggas even had your name on a chart
+
Shawty graduated, playin' it smart (ayy, yeah)
+
Used to be a smarty
+
Used to wanna study, now she poppin' Addies
+
She at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna
+
She just did her body, she in love with Sosa
+
Girl, you such a thottie
+
Ayy, Sosa, baby
+
Used to be a smarty
+
Used to wanna study, now I drop the addy
+
And she at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna
+
Showin' off her body, she in love with Sosa
+
Girl, you such a thottie, ayy
+
Money on my mind, I'm rackin' my brain
+
Shout to Lil' Palestine, she with the gang
+
Shout to lil' A1 from Foxwell and Jane
+
Shout to lil' Izzy, she work as a stewardess
+
I should probably go and get her the Plain Jane
+
Free Baby M out the shackle and chain
+
Me, my evil twin, we one and the same
+
Shout to Machine from the Wood, free 17 from the Lane
+
R.I.P. Smoke, it's a shame, I'm bumpin' 'em all in the Range
+
I love all y'all niggas the same, I wish this was back in the day, for real
+
Forty deep in the East End
+
We call it swimmin' in the deep end
+
My bitches playin' PND and them
+
Them shorties don't listen to Weeknd
+
They archin' back and makin' knees bend
+
And they ain't graduate but they geekin'
+
And they live in a crib with a cheap rent, yeah
+
And I wish I could dead all the beefin'
+
And I wish I could dead all the dissin' deceased friends
+
I wish we could be friends
+
Probably sound like I'm preachin'
+
The city might sleep in some peace then
+
But it's not realistic
+
What's realistic is money that we spend
+
We coppin' cars like policemen
+
We heavy guys like obese men
+
I keep showin' love to the streets and
+
It's still three the guys 'til they free men, yeah, yeah
+
And it's 6ix side town, a dead end world
+
East End boys and West End girls, yeah
+
East End boys and West End girls, ayy
+
Used to be a smarty
+
Used to wanna study, now I send the addy
+
And she at all the parties, T'd up with 3Hunna
+
Showin' off her body, she in love with Sosa
+
Girl, you need a hobby
+
This is the starchild, a.k.a. DJ Pooper Scooper
+
What's on top of the house? Roof
+
What's in the top of your mouth? Roof
+
What's Babe name? Roof
+
What do a dog say? Roof
+
We comin' to tear the what off? Roof
+
They raise your tax, we raise the roof
+
B.A.R.K. Radio
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Benjamin Saint Fort, Harley Arsenault, Maneesh Bidaye, Matthew Samuels
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




8am in Charlotte


Alright, Adonis, tell me about your beautiful piece of artwork that you sold me
+
So, umm, it's the same story
+
So, the goat was running away from the other mon-
+
From the other monsters, and, and the other animals
+
And, um, a flower blocking the way
+
Um, so, the flower's on fire
+
The racing car was maybe helping the goat
+
And there was this, um, some stairs, who's like a jail stairs
+
And there was, and there was, um
+
One person who was like, on top and he got killed by the stai-by the trap
+
Okay, so it's almost like a little story?
+
Yes
+
And what is SBW?
+
So, i-it's not a word, but I just wanted to write SBW
+
Okay, you like those letters?
+
Si
+
And what, and-and Daddy's name is next to the goat, does that mean that he's the G.O.A.T.?
+
Yes, so it's Daddy Goat
+
Daddy Goat?
+
Yeah
+
That makes perfect sense to me
+
And do you wanna, do you wanna talk about how much
+
How much money you got for your beautiful drawing?
+
Oh, please
+
(Conductor)
+
Yeah
+
I'm out here on the road
+
You can hear it in the voice
+
Still get this shit off, though
+
Look
+
The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell
+
Fire top from a bitch that work in corporate sales
+
Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel
+
Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails
+
I leave for tour and my niggas f*ckin' go to jail
+
Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves
+
It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale
+
Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'cane, they think they Orson Welles
+
Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the f*ck you need more Chanel?"
+
I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter sales
+
I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals
+
The restaurant clears out faint echoes of Lauryn Hill
+
I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele
+
Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel
+
'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film
+
And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film
+
Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious
+
Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance
+
That October sky is lookin' ominous
+
The money is autonomous
+
Shout to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit
+
And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is
+
I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist
+
Hoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
+
Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate
+
Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian
+
Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed
+
I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the f*ck?
+
Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, like
+
I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like
+
This shit just too enticing right now, you know?
+
Look
+
Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass
+
Metal detectors beepin', and security bypass
+
The numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graph
+
The days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time lapse
+
Been talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance
+
Shania Twain, notepad, I'm makin' it line-dance
+
You tryna rob me and it's gon' feel like you sittin' at your favorite restaurant
+
'Cause, nigga, that's where you dyin' at
+
Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad
+
I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images
+
I swear I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces
+
Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis
+
Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises
+
That's what's really brackin' like this verse in parenthesis
+
I'm givin' hits to niggas on some, don't even mention it
+
Like, don't even worry about it, like
+
You can get me back whenever, or
+
Or don't, you know?
+
It is what it is, I guess
+
Yeah, hm
+
Look
+
You young boys take some of that money and set it aside
+
Not having enough to pay your tax is a federal crime
+
You niggas obsessed with me and it's not on no hetero vibe
+
Handle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slide
+
Next thing you know, we tip-toeing past enemy lines
+
Diss me so long ago, we makin' your memories fly
+
Conspiracy theories start floatin' around like the Kennedy guy
+
I'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy-five
+
Ayy, niggas lyin' for a living, I couldn't relate
+
We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake
+
You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face
+
That's why you got deserted by your niggas, like pudding and cake
+
I got you on camera bowing down, but the footage is safe
+
Thank God, another USB to put in the safe
+
Thank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lake
+
I swear that y'all turning me into the villain, I couldn't escape
+
Not sayin that I'm the best at what I do
+
I'm just saying that it's me versus whoever wanna lose
+
Pick anyone of the "who's who's", I got two 2's for new crews
+
R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
+
Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews
+
Niggas steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo-hoo
+
You probably heard a lot about the boy, well, true-true, haha
+
Yeah
+
(Be grateful, that he was there)
+
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English

Alright, Adonis, tell me about your beautiful piece of artwork that you sold me
+
So, umm, it's the same story
+
So, the goat was running away from the other mon-
+
From the other monsters, and, and the other animals
+
And, um, a flower blocking the way
+
Um, so, the flower's on fire
+
The racing car was maybe helping the goat
+
And there was this, um, some stairs, who's like a jail stairs
+
And there was, and there was, um
+
One person who was like, on top and he got killed by the stai-by the trap
+
Okay, so it's almost like a little story?
+
Yes
+
And what is SBW?
+
So, i-it's not a word, but I just wanted to write SBW
+
Okay, you like those letters?
+
Si
+
And what, and-and Daddy's name is next to the goat, does that mean that he's the G.O.A.T.?
+
Yes, so it's Daddy Goat
+
Daddy Goat?
+
Yeah
+
That makes perfect sense to me
+
And do you wanna, do you wanna talk about how much
+
How much money you got for your beautiful drawing?
+
Oh, please
+
(Conductor)
+
Yeah
+
I'm out here on the road
+
You can hear it in the voice
+
Still get this shit off, though
+
Look
+
The money speakin' for itself, I call it fortune-tell
+
Fire top from a bitch that work in corporate sales
+
Chinchilla ushanka, we skiin' out in Courchevel
+
Breakin' news, they tried to kill him, but the boy prevails
+
I leave for tour and my niggas f*ckin' go to jail
+
Preachin' to the dogs 'bout wantin' more for themselves
+
It's weighin' heavy on my moral scale
+
Knowin' they gon' sell another citizen 'cane, they think they Orson Welles
+
Walk in Chanel, they like, "How the f*ck you need more Chanel?"
+
I got these cats tuckin' tails on fourth-quarter sales
+
I'm used to seein' tears drop over enormous meals
+
The restaurant clears out faint echoes of Lauryn Hill
+
I say, "We gotta talk about us," I feel like Jordan Peele
+
Could tell I'm gettin' under your skin like a orange peel
+
'Cause your words don't match your actions like a foreign film
+
And now it's silence in the Lamb' like the horror film
+
Things get quiet after me statin' the obvious
+
Things get kinky after fifteen years of dominance
+
That October sky is lookin' ominous
+
The money is autonomous
+
Shout to Oliver North, he out in Rome doin' Toronto shit
+
And Jeremiah the watchdog, you niggas know what time it is
+
I'm in and out of Houston Hobby so much, I'm a hobbyist
+
Hoes waitin' on Cench in the lobby, that boy a lobbyist
+
Savage got a green card straight out of the consulate
+
Where I go, you go, brother, we Yugoslavian
+
Formal is the dress code, dawg, so many checks owed
+
I feel Czechoslovakian, nigga, what the f*ck?
+
Nah, I'm movin' different right now, for real, like
+
I feel like if Mike switched out the glove for the pen, like
+
This shit just too enticing right now, you know?
+
Look
+
Diamonds do the silly dance, I raise up the wine glass
+
Metal detectors beepin', and security bypass
+
The numbers goin' up, someone pull up the line graph
+
The days are goin' by, it's like I'm livin' in time lapse
+
Been talkin' to Adel like he majored in finance
+
Shania Twain, notepad, I'm makin' it line-dance
+
You tryna rob me and it's gon' feel like you sittin' at your favorite restaurant
+
'Cause, nigga, that's where you dyin' at
+
Mob ties, I swear we like a bitch with fine sisters and fine cousins, the family all bad
+
I'm preachin' to the dawgs about cleanin' they images
+
I swear I'm like a young T.D. Jakes to my menaces
+
Long-kiss goodnight, PDA for my nemesis
+
Three hunnid acres, PGA on the premises
+
That's what's really brackin' like this verse in parenthesis
+
I'm givin' hits to niggas on some, don't even mention it
+
Like, don't even worry about it, like
+
You can get me back whenever, or
+
Or don't, you know?
+
It is what it is, I guess
+
Yeah, hm
+
Look
+
You young boys take some of that money and set it aside
+
Not having enough to pay your tax is a federal crime
+
You niggas obsessed with me and it's not on no hetero vibe
+
Handle beef so quiet, you think that I'm lettin' it slide
+
Next thing you know, we tip-toeing past enemy lines
+
Diss me so long ago, we makin' your memories fly
+
Conspiracy theories start floatin' around like the Kennedy guy
+
I'll prolly hold a grudge against you guys 'til I'm seventy-five
+
Ayy, niggas lyin' for a living, I couldn't relate
+
We all gotta lay in the bed we make, but that couldn't be Drake
+
You forced a lot of fake love when real ones stood in your face
+
That's why you got deserted by your niggas, like pudding and cake
+
I got you on camera bowing down, but the footage is safe
+
Thank God, another USB to put in the safe
+
Thank God, at the crib, dippin' my foot in the lake
+
I swear that y'all turning me into the villain, I couldn't escape
+
Not sayin that I'm the best at what I do
+
I'm just saying that it's me versus whoever wanna lose
+
Pick anyone of the "who's who's", I got two 2's for new crews
+
R.I.P. to the DJ from Houston, we loose screws
+
Helicopters, cop lights, and news crews
+
Niggas steady cryin' to my daddy, well, boo-hoo
+
You probably heard a lot about the boy, well, true-true, haha
+
Yeah
+
(Be grateful, that he was there)
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Aubrey Graham
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




BBL Love (Interlude)


Bust that pussy open for a real one
+
She call me her baby like I'm still one
+
They say love's like a BBL, you won't know if it's real until you feel one
+
Can I feel it? Can I feel it? Can I feel it? Can I feel one?
+
Can I feel it? Can I feel it? Can I feel?
+
Sometimes, I think to myself, "What if I was somebody else?"
+
Would your ass still be here?
+
What if I had a CDL
+
Leavin' outta STL, on the way to ATL in a big 18-wheel
+
Would your ass still be here?
+
Would your ass still be here?
+
Would you love Ed like you love Drake?
+
Love Fred like you love Drake?
+
Love Greg like you love Drake?
+
Love Ced like you love Drake?
+
Thought you said that you love Drake?
+
Thought you said that you love Drake?
+
Thought you said, ayy
+
Your man brought you to the Drake show
+
Front row and paid all cash
+
Dressed up to the nines, girls showin' all titties, showin' all ass
+
Lookin' at me like you're single, lookin' like you got a hall pass
+
Better take your ass home tonight
+
And love that man like you say you love Drake
+
I'm a well-known player, I'm a well-known trick
+
I'm as well as well-known gets with a long list
+
Of some ho-ho-hoes still waitin' on a gift
+
Guess them ho-ho-hoes still believe in Saint Nick, yeah
+
I'm a Saint, alright? I Franklin Saint a bitch
+
I don't know what you thought this was, baby girl, but that ain't this
+
I don't know who said you was slick
+
Now my uncle, that boy slick
+
I don't know who said you was thick
+
Now see, that girl thick
+
Nah, I ain't name droppin', I'm just game droppin'
+
I'm just plane hoppin'
+
Hoppin' out and hoppin' in
+
You gon' have to run that top again
+
These boys prayin' I don't drop again
+
This is Sade Adu
+
And you're listening to BARK Radio
+
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Bust that pussy open for a real one
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She call me her baby like I'm still one
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They say love's like a BBL, you won't know if it's real until you feel one
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Can I feel it? Can I feel it? Can I feel it? Can I feel one?
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Can I feel it? Can I feel it? Can I feel?
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Sometimes, I think to myself, "What if I was somebody else?"
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Would your ass still be here?
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What if I had a CDL
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Leavin' outta STL, on the way to ATL in a big 18-wheel
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Would your ass still be here?
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Would your ass still be here?
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Would you love Ed like you love Drake?
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Love Fred like you love Drake?
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Love Greg like you love Drake?
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Love Ced like you love Drake?
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Thought you said that you love Drake?
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Thought you said that you love Drake?
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Thought you said, ayy
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Your man brought you to the Drake show
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Front row and paid all cash
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Dressed up to the nines, girls showin' all titties, showin' all ass
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Lookin' at me like you're single, lookin' like you got a hall pass
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Better take your ass home tonight
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And love that man like you say you love Drake
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I'm a well-known player, I'm a well-known trick
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I'm as well as well-known gets with a long list
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Of some ho-ho-hoes still waitin' on a gift
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Guess them ho-ho-hoes still believe in Saint Nick, yeah
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I'm a Saint, alright? I Franklin Saint a bitch
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I don't know what you thought this was, baby girl, but that ain't this
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I don't know who said you was slick
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Now my uncle, that boy slick
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I don't know who said you was thick
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Now see, that girl thick
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Nah, I ain't name droppin', I'm just game droppin'
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I'm just plane hoppin'
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Hoppin' out and hoppin' in
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You gon' have to run that top again
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These boys prayin' I don't drop again
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This is Sade Adu
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And you're listening to BARK Radio
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Writer: Aaron Thomas, Aubrey Drake Graham, Kaushik Barua
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Gently


[ Featuring Bad Bunny ]

Yeah
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My G, Tití came VIP with a baño
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Baby, my wrist is from Casablanco
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Me gusta su sonrisa aunque me haga daño
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I live like Sopranos, Italianos
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I've been el chico for cincuenta años
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Me gusta su culazo perreando
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Le da hasta abajo, le gusta este tamaño
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Dale, Papi Champaño, jheez
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Ah, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
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Either I slow down the trip or I speed up the visa
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Me nah wan' leave ya
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Grab Eliza, bring her to Ibiza
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Introduce you to Richie Akiva
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My broski Benito, he needs a bonita
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A freak-ah, bien loquita
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Gracie Bon mi amor, mi amiga
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Ella sabe que está bien rica
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¿Usted se cree que yo quiero que
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Me invierta mi dinero en la 42
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Donde la gente está bailando dembow?
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Ey, ja, ey, ey, ey
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Ay, santo, Dios mío, qué acicale
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En RD están to's mis cueros, en PR to'a las gyales
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Las mías se roban el show si sale
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To's quieren ser yo, pero no les sale
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En Casa de Campo, chucky, en México ando bélico
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Baby, vo'a joderte el cosmético
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Trépate encima, ponme la ski-mask
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Bajen la luz y cierren la cortina
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Que no quiero video, estoy harto de la foto
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Estoy harto de to'l mundo, meno' de ese toto, de ese toto, je
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Meno' de ese toto, de ese toto, je, ey
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Botella de champaña yo las descorché
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Me puse bellaco cuando la escuché
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Decirme "Papi" adentro 'e la Porsche
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F*ck, mami, holy shit
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Qué rico tú chinga', je
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Las boris me piden bicho, las cubana' quieren pinga
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"F*ck me so good", me dice la gringa
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Mami, te pasaste, ey
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La baby tiene marido y no me dijo na', je
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Tranquila, eso no e' na'
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Doscienta' botella y por ahí vienen má'
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Por ahí vienen má'
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La baby tiene marido y no me dijo na', je
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Tranquila, eso no e' na'
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Mucha' bebecita y por ahí vienen má'
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Por ahí vienen má'
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Yeah
+
My G, Tití came VIP with a baño
+
Baby, my wrist is from Casablanco
+
Me gusta su sonrisa aunque me haga daño
+
I live like Sopranos, Italianos
+
I've been el chico for cincuenta años
+
Me gusta su culazo perreando
+
Le da hasta abajo, le gusta este tamaño
+
Dale, Papi Champaño, jheez
+
Ah, eh, eh, eh, eh, eh
+
Either I slow down the trip or I speed up the visa
+
Me nah wan' leave ya
+
Grab Eliza, bring her to Ibiza
+
Introduce you to Richie Akiva
+
My broski Benito, he needs a bonita
+
A freak-ah, bien loquita
+
Gracie Bon mi amor, mi amiga
+
Ella sabe que está bien rica
+
¿Usted se cree que yo quiero que
+
Me invierta mi dinero en la 42
+
Donde la gente está bailando dembow?
+
Ey, ja, ey, ey, ey
+
Ay, santo, Dios mío, qué acicale
+
En RD están to's mis cueros, en PR to'a las gyales
+
Las mías se roban el show si sale
+
To's quieren ser yo, pero no les sale
+
En Casa de Campo, chucky, en México ando bélico
+
Baby, vo'a joderte el cosmético
+
Trépate encima, ponme la ski-mask
+
Bajen la luz y cierren la cortina
+
Que no quiero video, estoy harto de la foto
+
Estoy harto de to'l mundo, meno' de ese toto, de ese toto, je
+
Meno' de ese toto, de ese toto, je, ey
+
Botella de champaña yo las descorché
+
Me puse bellaco cuando la escuché
+
Decirme "Papi" adentro 'e la Porsche
+
F*ck, mami, holy shit
+
Qué rico tú chinga', je
+
Las boris me piden bicho, las cubana' quieren pinga
+
"F*ck me so good", me dice la gringa
+
Mami, te pasaste, ey
+
La baby tiene marido y no me dijo na', je
+
Tranquila, eso no e' na'
+
Doscienta' botella y por ahí vienen má'
+
Por ahí vienen má'
+
La baby tiene marido y no me dijo na', je
+
Tranquila, eso no e' na'
+
Mucha' bebecita y por ahí vienen má'
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Por ahí vienen má'
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Benito Martinez Ocasio, Ozan Yildirim, Nik Dejan Frascona, Diamante Anthony Blackmon
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Rich Baby Daddy


[ Featuring Sexyy Red, SZA ]

Is it all? I could be enough
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Is it all? I could be enough
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Is it?
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Bend that ass over (baow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
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Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (ho)
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Hands on your knees (ho), hands on your knees (ow)
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Shake that ass for Drake (yup), now, shake that ass for me
+
Bend that ass over (baow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees
+
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yeah), now, shake that ass for me
+
Ayy, I still got some love deep inside of me
+
No need to lie to me, I know you got a guy
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He's not a guy to me
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Just say goodbye to him then take the ride to me, ride to me
+
I still got some love deep inside of me
+
Please drag it out of me
+
You just might
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Just might get that G-Wagon out of me
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Please drag it out of me, please drag it out
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Rollie gang, patty gang, rich baby daddy gang
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I'm with Red like I'm at a Cincinnati game
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Hood bitch, tat her gang 'fore she tat her name
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Real bitch, held me down 'fore I had a name
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Heard there's money on my head, what is that to me?
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I put a hundred bands on him, he put a rack on me
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We from two different worlds, but it's a match to me
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To bend it over only time she turn her back on me (for real)
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Bend that ass over (baow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (ho)
+
Hands on your knees (ho), hands on your knees (ow)
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yup), now, shake that ass for me
+
Bend that ass over (baow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees
+
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yeah), now, shake that ass for me
+
You been so good and you deserve to end your suffering
+
I need good dick and conversation, can you comfort me?
+
I got a feeling this is more than what we both say
+
I got a feeling this is more than a feeling
+
I can't let you get away
+
Feels good, but it can't be love
+
Ain't a damn thing that I do
+
Ain't a damn thing, oh
+
Bend that ass over (ow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch (ooh), hands on your knees (ooh)
+
Hands on your knees (oh, bend it), hands on your knees
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yup), now, shake that ass for me
+
Bend that ass over (yeah), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch (yeah), hands on your knees (hands on your)
+
Hands on your knees (hands on your), hands on your knees (yeah)
+
Shake that ass for Drake, now, shake that ass for me (shake, shake, shake)
+
You like my voice, I turn you on
+
Red weave, it match my thong
+
He heard about me, know my song
+
I drive him crazy, can't leave me 'lone
+
Foreign trucks, I pull up (skrrt, skrrt)
+
Thirty inches to my butt
+
Nails done, I'm fine as f*ck
+
Niggas tryna see what's up
+
I'm lucky
+
I'm lucky
+
I'm lucky
+
I'm lucky
+
Bend that ass over (baow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (ho)
+
Hands on your knees (ho), hands on your knees (ow)
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yup), now, shake that ass for me
+
Bend that ass over (baow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees
+
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yeah), now, shake that ass for me
+
You know the root of it
+
You know the lies and you know the truth of it
+
I see the future and I can see you in it
+
Girl, I'm not stupid, so don't pull no stupid shit
+
I swear, poppin' my shit come with consequences
+
Post-nut clarity, I came to my senses
+
I knew it was love when it started as a friendship
+
Askin' 'bout a baby, we should probably get a Frenchie
+
And take care of the dog
+
Take care of the dog
+
Until the dog days are over
+
The dog days are done
+
And you know I'm the one, I'm the one
+
The dog days are over, dog days are done
+
And you know I'm-
+
We was f*ckin' night after night, I'll change your life
+
You ain't even know how to suck it right, I taught you right
+
You ain't even heard of Grace Bay 'til I bought the flight
+
You ain't even know how cold you was 'til I bought you ice
+
You can't even look at him the same, we a different type
+
You just text me trippin', I reply, "Have a safe flight"
+
Wanna stick around for the ride, baby, hold on tight
+
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Is it all? I could be enough
+
Is it all? I could be enough
+
Is it?
+
Bend that ass over (baow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (ho)
+
Hands on your knees (ho), hands on your knees (ow)
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yup), now, shake that ass for me
+
Bend that ass over (baow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees
+
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yeah), now, shake that ass for me
+
Ayy, I still got some love deep inside of me
+
No need to lie to me, I know you got a guy
+
He's not a guy to me
+
Just say goodbye to him then take the ride to me, ride to me
+
I still got some love deep inside of me
+
Please drag it out of me
+
You just might
+
Just might get that G-Wagon out of me
+
Please drag it out of me, please drag it out
+
Rollie gang, patty gang, rich baby daddy gang
+
I'm with Red like I'm at a Cincinnati game
+
Hood bitch, tat her gang 'fore she tat her name
+
Real bitch, held me down 'fore I had a name
+
Heard there's money on my head, what is that to me?
+
I put a hundred bands on him, he put a rack on me
+
We from two different worlds, but it's a match to me
+
To bend it over only time she turn her back on me (for real)
+
Bend that ass over (baow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (ho)
+
Hands on your knees (ho), hands on your knees (ow)
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yup), now, shake that ass for me
+
Bend that ass over (baow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees
+
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yeah), now, shake that ass for me
+
You been so good and you deserve to end your suffering
+
I need good dick and conversation, can you comfort me?
+
I got a feeling this is more than what we both say
+
I got a feeling this is more than a feeling
+
I can't let you get away
+
Feels good, but it can't be love
+
Ain't a damn thing that I do
+
Ain't a damn thing, oh
+
Bend that ass over (ow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch (ooh), hands on your knees (ooh)
+
Hands on your knees (oh, bend it), hands on your knees
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yup), now, shake that ass for me
+
Bend that ass over (yeah), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch (yeah), hands on your knees (hands on your)
+
Hands on your knees (hands on your), hands on your knees (yeah)
+
Shake that ass for Drake, now, shake that ass for me (shake, shake, shake)
+
You like my voice, I turn you on
+
Red weave, it match my thong
+
He heard about me, know my song
+
I drive him crazy, can't leave me 'lone
+
Foreign trucks, I pull up (skrrt, skrrt)
+
Thirty inches to my butt
+
Nails done, I'm fine as f*ck
+
Niggas tryna see what's up
+
I'm lucky
+
I'm lucky
+
I'm lucky
+
I'm lucky
+
Bend that ass over (baow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees (ho)
+
Hands on your knees (ho), hands on your knees (ow)
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yup), now, shake that ass for me
+
Bend that ass over (baow), let that coochie breathe (yeah)
+
Shake that ass, bitch, hands on your knees
+
Hands on your knees, hands on your knees
+
Shake that ass for Drake (yeah), now, shake that ass for me
+
You know the root of it
+
You know the lies and you know the truth of it
+
I see the future and I can see you in it
+
Girl, I'm not stupid, so don't pull no stupid shit
+
I swear, poppin' my shit come with consequences
+
Post-nut clarity, I came to my senses
+
I knew it was love when it started as a friendship
+
Askin' 'bout a baby, we should probably get a Frenchie
+
And take care of the dog
+
Take care of the dog
+
Until the dog days are over
+
The dog days are done
+
And you know I'm the one, I'm the one
+
The dog days are over, dog days are done
+
And you know I'm-
+
We was f*ckin' night after night, I'll change your life
+
You ain't even know how to suck it right, I taught you right
+
You ain't even heard of Grace Bay 'til I bought the flight
+
You ain't even know how cold you was 'til I bought you ice
+
You can't even look at him the same, we a different type
+
You just text me trippin', I reply, "Have a safe flight"
+
Wanna stick around for the ride, baby, hold on tight
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Solana Rowe, Janae Wherry, Benjamin Saint Fort, Y Chain, T Schaeferdiek, D Ford, D Blackmon, M Fellander-Tsai, S Barot, R Zastenker, I Summers, F Welch
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Another Late Night


(Grow up, nigga)
+
Grrah, grrah, ayy
+
This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy
+
My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy
+
Wanna f*ck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayy
+
Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin'
+
Shawty rinsin' Dillon Brooks, can't believe this nigga talkin', damn
+
My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', ayy
+
Weirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, look
+
Bring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin'
+
Or send a finger to your mama in some FedEx boxes
+
Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', ayy
+
I ain't pretty flacko, bitch, this shit get really rocky, ayy, what?
+
Damn, what?
+
Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say
+
She actin' Hollywood, this ain't L.A., no way
+
She a pretty little lie like she Shay, but that's bae
+
Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay
+
It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy
+
Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (with my bitch)
+
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (yeah, my bitch)
+
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (pssh, pssh)
+
Just another late night with my dawg (pssh, with my dawg)
+
Just another late night with my bitch (pssh, with my bitch)
+
And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (make sense)
+
Of whatever comes first, it comes next (yeah, blatt)
+
Hm, hm (grrah, pssh), hm (yeah, pssh), hm (yeah, pssh)
+
Hm, hm (pssh), hm (concrete), hm
+
Huh, yeah (pssh), huh, yeah, yeah, huh (pssh)
+
It's Lil Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix (pssh, pssh)
+
My doggy Lucky ignorant, he from the bricks
+
Thinkin' 'bout this styrocup, really Wockin'
+
Let her f*ck on one my opps, let's see who really poppin'
+
Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin'
+
Boost a white bitch up and now she think she really poppin'
+
F*ck my bitch new body, sadly, I got demoitis
+
My bitch know it's us without openin' either of her eyelids (us)
+
It be so pure I don't even f*ck, ain't tryna raise her mileage
+
You take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot ('kay)
+
I let her go, she fine as hell but baby wasn't stylish (yeah)
+
She had big tits like Billie Eilish but she couldn't sing (drip)
+
We catch the opps, don't want no apologies, just kiss the ring (mwah)
+
(Brrt) Yeah, ring, (brrt, damn), yeah, ring
+
(Brrt) Mwah, ring, (brrt), yeah, ring
+
I'll support the opps before I support sippin' green ('kay)
+
We up in the Turks with twenty bitches, just me and my team, (us)
+
It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy
+
Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (with my bitch)
+
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (yeah, my bitch)
+
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (pssh, pssh)
+
Just another late night with my dawg (pssh, with my dawg)
+
Just another late night with my bitch (pssh, with my bitch)
+
And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (make sense)
+
Of whatever comes first, it comes next (yeah, blatt)
+
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(Grow up, nigga)
+
Grrah, grrah, ayy
+
This lil' Drizzy reppin' 'Crete, ayy
+
My brother Capo from the way, he from the street, ayy
+
Wanna f*ck with me? Well, baby, I'm discreet, ayy
+
Ayy, thinkin' 'bout this pill I took, pillow talkin'
+
Shawty rinsin' Dillon Brooks, can't believe this nigga talkin', damn
+
My bank account is magnolia, Milly rockin', ayy
+
Weirdos in my comments talkin' 'bout some Millie Bobby, look
+
Bring them jokes up to the gang, we get to really flockin'
+
Or send a finger to your mama in some FedEx boxes
+
Open up that shit, it's jaw droppin', really shockin', ayy
+
I ain't pretty flacko, bitch, this shit get really rocky, ayy, what?
+
Damn, what?
+
Dirty how I did him in the Wraith, what? Say
+
She actin' Hollywood, this ain't L.A., no way
+
She a pretty little lie like she Shay, but that's bae
+
Long as she don't lie to me, then it's okay
+
It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy
+
Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (with my bitch)
+
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (yeah, my bitch)
+
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (pssh, pssh)
+
Just another late night with my dawg (pssh, with my dawg)
+
Just another late night with my bitch (pssh, with my bitch)
+
And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (make sense)
+
Of whatever comes first, it comes next (yeah, blatt)
+
Hm, hm (grrah, pssh), hm (yeah, pssh), hm (yeah, pssh)
+
Hm, hm (pssh), hm (concrete), hm
+
Huh, yeah (pssh), huh, yeah, yeah, huh (pssh)
+
It's Lil Boat, I'm practically now from the 6ix (pssh, pssh)
+
My doggy Lucky ignorant, he from the bricks
+
Thinkin' 'bout this styrocup, really Wockin'
+
Let her f*ck on one my opps, let's see who really poppin'
+
Demolition gang, pop out, yeah, we get it knockin'
+
Boost a white bitch up and now she think she really poppin'
+
F*ck my bitch new body, sadly, I got demoitis
+
My bitch know it's us without openin' either of her eyelids (us)
+
It be so pure I don't even f*ck, ain't tryna raise her mileage
+
You take G6s knowin' you'll never take one with pilot ('kay)
+
I let her go, she fine as hell but baby wasn't stylish (yeah)
+
She had big tits like Billie Eilish but she couldn't sing (drip)
+
We catch the opps, don't want no apologies, just kiss the ring (mwah)
+
(Brrt) Yeah, ring, (brrt, damn), yeah, ring
+
(Brrt) Mwah, ring, (brrt), yeah, ring
+
I'll support the opps before I support sippin' green ('kay)
+
We up in the Turks with twenty bitches, just me and my team, (us)
+
It's just another late night with my bitch, ayy
+
Just another late night with my bitch, ayy (with my bitch)
+
And I hate to even call her ass my bitch, ayy (yeah, my bitch)
+
'Cause I love that ho, don't even make no sense, man (pssh, pssh)
+
Just another late night with my dawg (pssh, with my dawg)
+
Just another late night with my bitch (pssh, with my bitch)
+
And we ridin' 'round tryna make sense (make sense)
+
Of whatever comes first, it comes next (yeah, blatt)
+
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Writer: Aubrey Graham, Miles McCollum, D Jackson
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Away From Home


(I-I-I-) Ayy, what?
+
It's so, is it real?
+
Yeah, ayy
+
Give a f*ck if they remember
+
I was in the cold, windows froze
+
I was sleepin' in the whip tryna get a f*cking grip
+
I remember
+
Didn't have no hoes tryna go, all these rappers lil' broed me, f*ck, f*ck
+
F*ck 'em, I remember
+
Way before they had a f*ckin' DM
+
I was whippin' in the Ac' like that shit was European
+
I remember
+
I remember drivin' Holland Tunnel for a label meetin'
+
Thinkin' 'bout more cake than a funnel
+
I remember
+
Now these niggas don't remember
+
I know Neeks remember, I know Jay remember
+
Chubbs'll make them boys remember
+
Dead broke, splittin' pennies with my members
+
F*ck a spread, we was splittin' chicken tenders (I-I-I-)
+
'Member I was sleepin' in the basement
+
Watchin' Tigger in the basement, I was tryna get a placement
+
I remember
+
Days in the East with the bros
+
Watchin' Tristan and Devoe while they runnin' up the score
+
I remember
+
TT was headed to the league
+
I was sleepin' up at Metalworks tryna plant a seed
+
I remember
+
Rollin' through the city, gettin' beats
+
Always peepin' out the streets 'cause I was beefin' with the bleeks
+
I remember
+
I was tryna get a portion, tryna make a fortune
+
B-town with Candy, I'm tryna be her boyfriend
+
3 AM at Y2, runnin' off endorphins
+
Start adoptin' my brothers' beefs like a orphan
+
I was still on Rose when it's pourin' and stormin'
+
This shit is not rewardin', I do not feel important
+
I wanna see some scratch from the shit that I'm recordin'
+
In Memphis smokin' Blacks, tryna act like I enjoy them
+
A Maurice Francois Girbaud what I'm sportin'
+
And Mos Def gave me like a rack for performin'
+
Crib I got now make me think of when I had to put some money on a mortgage
+
This don't feel like home anymore
+
It's just wall, doors, and floors
+
That only I can afford
+
Remember when it used to mean more, mean more
+
I got money in the top drawer
+
That ain't much, but we not poor
+
You're mine and I'm yours
+
Like a broke couple, we don't wanna court, for sure
+
I remember pullin' up at TAO, seein' Quincy Jones
+
Nigga talkin' to me like he proud
+
I remember
+
I remember Mike designed the owl
+
Then he sued the f*cking guys and he duckin' until now
+
I remember
+
'Member Reesie stayin' at the house
+
Then she left me for my dog like she never took the vow
+
I remember
+
My cousin Ryan fronted me a pound and I couldn't even flip it
+
Had to bring it back around
+
I remember
+
I remember printin' up our T-shirts with Kyle
+
We in love with the same girl, beefin' like a cow
+
I would pick them shits up, nigga wouldn't even smile
+
Nigga better crack a smile 'fore we do a nigga foul
+
To keep it real, I wasn't really gangster 'til now
+
I was livin' on a cloud, I was quiet as a mouse
+
I was in the club gettin' lost in the crowd
+
Wasn't doin' what I wanted to, I do what was allowed
+
I remember fightin' over Monica with Jason
+
I remember only knowin' Andre and Jason
+
I remember buyin' all the iceberg from Jason
+
That's three different Jasons, my life like The Matrix
+
Even got on 106 & Park with replacement
+
My mama was my manager, my uncle was my agent
+
Dr. Dre'll send a nigga home, that took patience
+
Four GRAMMY's to my name, a hundred nominations
+
Esperanza Spalding was gettin' all the praises
+
I'm tryna keep it humble, I'm tryna keep it gracious
+
Who give a f*ck Michelle Obama put you on a playlist?
+
Then we never hear from you again like you was taken
+
Who the CEO of Universal? They mistaken
+
'Cause Google sayin' Lucian, but that just doesn't make sense
+
Who fillin' up the piggy bank? Who bringin' home the bacon?
+
This shit don't come on vinyl, I'm still record-breakin'
+
How could I forget? How could I forget?
+
I was on a Greyhound way before the jet
+
Buffalo, New York was like the furthest I could get
+
At the Walden Galleria tryna make the money stretch
+
Student Price Card and a Yorkdale connect
+
Whole time, Courtney Smith was keepin' me in check
+
Try and find an inch of the city I ain't stepped in
+
If it's war, I'll lay my life down for the set then
+
Yeah
+
And I put that shit on Mads and that nigga was my best friend
+
Yeah
+
And I put that shit on Johnny Bling, that nigga was my best friend
+
Right
+
And I put that shit on Richard, that nigga was my best friend
+
Ayy, yeah
+
Broke his right hand, still took a fight with his left hand
+
I remember
+
I remember
+
Yeah
+
I-I-
+
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English

(I-I-I-) Ayy, what?
+
It's so, is it real?
+
Yeah, ayy
+
Give a f*ck if they remember
+
I was in the cold, windows froze
+
I was sleepin' in the whip tryna get a f*cking grip
+
I remember
+
Didn't have no hoes tryna go, all these rappers lil' broed me, f*ck, f*ck
+
F*ck 'em, I remember
+
Way before they had a f*ckin' DM
+
I was whippin' in the Ac' like that shit was European
+
I remember
+
I remember drivin' Holland Tunnel for a label meetin'
+
Thinkin' 'bout more cake than a funnel
+
I remember
+
Now these niggas don't remember
+
I know Neeks remember, I know Jay remember
+
Chubbs'll make them boys remember
+
Dead broke, splittin' pennies with my members
+
F*ck a spread, we was splittin' chicken tenders (I-I-I-)
+
'Member I was sleepin' in the basement
+
Watchin' Tigger in the basement, I was tryna get a placement
+
I remember
+
Days in the East with the bros
+
Watchin' Tristan and Devoe while they runnin' up the score
+
I remember
+
TT was headed to the league
+
I was sleepin' up at Metalworks tryna plant a seed
+
I remember
+
Rollin' through the city, gettin' beats
+
Always peepin' out the streets 'cause I was beefin' with the bleeks
+
I remember
+
I was tryna get a portion, tryna make a fortune
+
B-town with Candy, I'm tryna be her boyfriend
+
3 AM at Y2, runnin' off endorphins
+
Start adoptin' my brothers' beefs like a orphan
+
I was still on Rose when it's pourin' and stormin'
+
This shit is not rewardin', I do not feel important
+
I wanna see some scratch from the shit that I'm recordin'
+
In Memphis smokin' Blacks, tryna act like I enjoy them
+
A Maurice Francois Girbaud what I'm sportin'
+
And Mos Def gave me like a rack for performin'
+
Crib I got now make me think of when I had to put some money on a mortgage
+
This don't feel like home anymore
+
It's just wall, doors, and floors
+
That only I can afford
+
Remember when it used to mean more, mean more
+
I got money in the top drawer
+
That ain't much, but we not poor
+
You're mine and I'm yours
+
Like a broke couple, we don't wanna court, for sure
+
I remember pullin' up at TAO, seein' Quincy Jones
+
Nigga talkin' to me like he proud
+
I remember
+
I remember Mike designed the owl
+
Then he sued the f*cking guys and he duckin' until now
+
I remember
+
'Member Reesie stayin' at the house
+
Then she left me for my dog like she never took the vow
+
I remember
+
My cousin Ryan fronted me a pound and I couldn't even flip it
+
Had to bring it back around
+
I remember
+
I remember printin' up our T-shirts with Kyle
+
We in love with the same girl, beefin' like a cow
+
I would pick them shits up, nigga wouldn't even smile
+
Nigga better crack a smile 'fore we do a nigga foul
+
To keep it real, I wasn't really gangster 'til now
+
I was livin' on a cloud, I was quiet as a mouse
+
I was in the club gettin' lost in the crowd
+
Wasn't doin' what I wanted to, I do what was allowed
+
I remember fightin' over Monica with Jason
+
I remember only knowin' Andre and Jason
+
I remember buyin' all the iceberg from Jason
+
That's three different Jasons, my life like The Matrix
+
Even got on 106 & Park with replacement
+
My mama was my manager, my uncle was my agent
+
Dr. Dre'll send a nigga home, that took patience
+
Four GRAMMY's to my name, a hundred nominations
+
Esperanza Spalding was gettin' all the praises
+
I'm tryna keep it humble, I'm tryna keep it gracious
+
Who give a f*ck Michelle Obama put you on a playlist?
+
Then we never hear from you again like you was taken
+
Who the CEO of Universal? They mistaken
+
'Cause Google sayin' Lucian, but that just doesn't make sense
+
Who fillin' up the piggy bank? Who bringin' home the bacon?
+
This shit don't come on vinyl, I'm still record-breakin'
+
How could I forget? How could I forget?
+
I was on a Greyhound way before the jet
+
Buffalo, New York was like the furthest I could get
+
At the Walden Galleria tryna make the money stretch
+
Student Price Card and a Yorkdale connect
+
Whole time, Courtney Smith was keepin' me in check
+
Try and find an inch of the city I ain't stepped in
+
If it's war, I'll lay my life down for the set then
+
Yeah
+
And I put that shit on Mads and that nigga was my best friend
+
Yeah
+
And I put that shit on Johnny Bling, that nigga was my best friend
+
Right
+
And I put that shit on Richard, that nigga was my best friend
+
Ayy, yeah
+
Broke his right hand, still took a fight with his left hand
+
I remember
+
I remember
+
Yeah
+
I-I-
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Aubrey Graham, Benjamin Saint Fort, Miles McCollum, L Levine, J Raisen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




Polar Opposites


Yeah
+
Ayy
+
Tweakin' on vacation with me
+
You set limitations with me
+
Why do I get treated different?
+
I don't know how you run the bases with me
+
Then say nothing sacred with me
+
Why do I get treated different?
+
Sun is setting on the Atlantic, I bet a full moon is gonna show
+
Wondering what rocks your boat
+
What keeps your heavy heart afloat
+
I don't know, I don't know
+
Bipolar baby, seems like it just went undiagnosed
+
Blocked me on everything, that's so immature, so unprovoked, I
+
Don't even know why
+
Had plans to understand ya
+
Mariana, you broke my faith
+
Why you gotta listen to the propaganda?
+
We just broke the ice, and now you're both leaving
+
I was being kind, I don't understand ya
+
You should let your sister be the voice of reason
+
Either it's your text that I'm misreading
+
Or it's just your actions are misleading
+
Don't know how they do things in Pristina
+
I just know the tension is increasing
+
It's plenty people dead to me still breathing
+
Plenty other ways to get over people
+
You ain't had to step on me to gain freedom
+
No, no, you remind me of someone I think you know
+
You know and I know things that she didn't know
+
I'm not the same person I was five drinks ago
+
You tried to grease me, but we're not in Mykonos
+
I don't get hurt much, but I'm not invincible
+
Bidin' my time with you, then things got political
+
Oh, I read your last text, you're gettin' bold
+
Tellin' me what rocks your boat, what keeps your heavy heart afloat
+
I don't know
+
Bipolar baby, seems like it just went undiagnosed
+
Blocked me on everything, that's so immature, so unprovoked, I
+
Don't even know why
+
Don't know why
+
I adore
+
I adore you
+
Baby, I adore you
+
If I mentioned the pride before the fall
+
'Cause I wanna risk it all for you
+
What they say 'bout the writings on the wall?
+
No clue
+
Baby, I adore you
+
Baby, I adore
+
I adore you
+
Baby, I adore
+
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Yeah
+
Ayy
+
Tweakin' on vacation with me
+
You set limitations with me
+
Why do I get treated different?
+
I don't know how you run the bases with me
+
Then say nothing sacred with me
+
Why do I get treated different?
+
Sun is setting on the Atlantic, I bet a full moon is gonna show
+
Wondering what rocks your boat
+
What keeps your heavy heart afloat
+
I don't know, I don't know
+
Bipolar baby, seems like it just went undiagnosed
+
Blocked me on everything, that's so immature, so unprovoked, I
+
Don't even know why
+
Had plans to understand ya
+
Mariana, you broke my faith
+
Why you gotta listen to the propaganda?
+
We just broke the ice, and now you're both leaving
+
I was being kind, I don't understand ya
+
You should let your sister be the voice of reason
+
Either it's your text that I'm misreading
+
Or it's just your actions are misleading
+
Don't know how they do things in Pristina
+
I just know the tension is increasing
+
It's plenty people dead to me still breathing
+
Plenty other ways to get over people
+
You ain't had to step on me to gain freedom
+
No, no, you remind me of someone I think you know
+
You know and I know things that she didn't know
+
I'm not the same person I was five drinks ago
+
You tried to grease me, but we're not in Mykonos
+
I don't get hurt much, but I'm not invincible
+
Bidin' my time with you, then things got political
+
Oh, I read your last text, you're gettin' bold
+
Tellin' me what rocks your boat, what keeps your heavy heart afloat
+
I don't know
+
Bipolar baby, seems like it just went undiagnosed
+
Blocked me on everything, that's so immature, so unprovoked, I
+
Don't even know why
+
Don't know why
+
I adore
+
I adore you
+
Baby, I adore you
+
If I mentioned the pride before the fall
+
'Cause I wanna risk it all for you
+
What they say 'bout the writings on the wall?
+
No clue
+
Baby, I adore you
+
Baby, I adore
+
I adore you
+
Baby, I adore
+
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Anthoine Walters, Aubrey Drake Graham, Bennet Pepple, Gentuar Memishi, Miles Parks McCollum, Noah James Shebib, Omar A. Gomez
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC





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For All The Dogs Info:
(buy at amazon.com)
For All The Dogs

Deluxe edition version: For All the Dogs Scary Hours Edition
Performed by: Drake
Genre(s): Hip hop, trap, R&B
Producer(s): 40, Alex Lustig, Anthoine Walters, Bangs, Beatmenace, Bnyx, Boi-1da, Budgie, Cash Cobain, Childboy, Coleman, Conductor Williams, Dalton Tennant, DJ Screw, Dnny Phntm, Drake, Eli Brown, Fierce, FnZ, Gent!, Gordo, Grant Lapointe, Harley Arsenault, Jahaan Sweet, JayStolaa, Jdolla, Justin Raisen, Kid Masterpiece, Klahr, Lil Yachty, Liohn, Lukas, Mario Luciano, Nik D, Noel Cadastre, Nyan, Ovrkast, Oz, Pooh Beatz, PoWRTrav, Quasi, SadPony, Sango, Sauceboy, Sebastian Shah, Slatt, Southside, Stwo, Tay Keith, Teezo Touchdown, TheBoyKam, The Alchemist, The Loud Pack, Tommy Parker, Uv Killin Em, Vinylz, XYNothing, Young Troy40, Alex Lustig, Anthoine Walters, Bangs, Beatmenace, Bnyx, Boi-1da, Budgie, Cash Cobain, Childboy, Coleman, Conductor Williams, Dalton Tennant, DJ Screw, Dnny Phntm, Drake, Eli Brown, Fierce, FnZ, Gent!, Gordo, Grant Lapointe, Harley Arsenault, Jahaan Sweet, JayStolaa, Jdolla, Justin Raisen, Kid Masterpiece, Klahr, Lil Yachty, Liohn, Lukas, Mario Luciano, Nik D, Noel Cadastre, Nyan, Ovrkast, Oz, Pooh Beatz, PoWRTrav, Quasi, SadPony, Sango, Sauceboy, Sebastian Shah, Slatt, Southside, Stwo, Tay Keith, Teezo Touchdown, TheBoyKam, The Alchemist, The Loud Pack, Tommy Parker, Uv Killin Em, Vinylz, XYNothing, Young Troy
Released: October 6th, 2023
Year: 2023
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