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Lizzo - Lizzobangers Album Lyrics



Lizzo - Lizzobangers Lyrics






Lizzie Borden

Yeah

Inspiration, let me think about it
Violation, no doubt about it
Men on the run, men under fire
They 'bout burn him up, the drones have him surrounded
Click, click, click, boom, pound it
Click, click, hashtag, pound sign it
It's on your trending map, co-sign it
But when they come please do not run, just open your mouth unto Zion
Big bear (ah), little human
A lot of salt, a little cumin
Add it to the pot and light it up
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow, pow

We do mean harm
And you please disarm
Don't say a word
If you do, we're terrible, we come in twos and ruin you

Click, click, boom
Click, click, boom
Click, click, click, boom
Click, click, boom
Click, click, boom
Click, click, click, boom
Lizzie Borden, Lizzie Borden, Lizzie Borden, Lizzie Borden

Running up under the system
Wondering if you can miss him
Covering up with a black scarf
Tell me the difference, you can't huh?
Washing all the brains
Nasty with the fangs
Shooting all the shooters got my looters in this thing like
We don't give no f*cks
Plus we got the antidote
Blacker than a quarter note
Play niggas like a pentatonic scale, go to hell
You don't know me but I know you very well
Oh, well, oh, well, oh, well

(We) we
(You) you (do)
(Don't) say a word
If you do, we're terrible, we come in twos and ruin you

(We) click, click, boom
(You) click, click, boom
(Don't) click, click, click, boom
(We) click, click, boom
(You) (do, yeah) click, click, boom
(Don't) (yeah) click, click, click, boom
Lizzie Borden, Lizzie Borden, Lizzie Borden, Lizzie Borden

We do mean harm
And you please disarm
Don't say a word
We do mean harm
And you please disarm
Don't say a word
If you do, we're terrible, we come in twos and ruin you

I'm a nasty Niggarace
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Writer: Aaron Matthew Mader, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Ryan Olson
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




W.E.R.K. Pt. II

Work, work, work, work
Work, work, work (work), work (work)
Work (work), work (work), work (work), work (work)
Work (get it, get it, get it)

Ayy, haha
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work it like a boss

Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk, talk
That's what everybody and they mama wan' do
Whomp whomp whomp, remote please, mute
You can have your pennies and your two cent 'tude
(Oh my God that's so messed up, how dare she say that in a song)
(Anti-fem, she's so wrong, I'm gonna post this on my blog)
Take a hike, matter fact, jog
I've been running, what took so long?
I've been gunning for the top, boy stop
I've been reviving this thing, Ben Taub
If you took it upon yourself to take your self so literal
You missing on the minerals to liberate your inner liberal
Generally I don't give a rat's patootie, but you pursued me
So here's my battle cry against those who slew me, who never knew me
B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-big girl
S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-small world

Okay, aha
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
I work it like a boss

Do I need to re-remind you
That you sipping from the C-H-A-L-I-C-E
And I'm doing all this for the W-E? Go

Pushing dirt for the turf like a workaholic
But your worth cop a shirt 'cause your work is na-na
Niggas can't pay rent, putting hustle in their mou-mou
Hood rats for the racks, put a stack when they can do
Slack and I have to attack and offend you
Smashing these tracks, and that's what I'm into

Lookin like a girl 'cause I'm keeping it youthful
Such a freakin lady, classy and beautiful
Thinking like a man, for those who don't understand
Is having two grips to gain the upper hand
If you had the courage to give me reprimand to my face
Instead of slight of hand, you the man
Yeah
(My employees no-I-me)

Leggo
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work, work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
Work like a boss, work, work like boss
I work it like a boss

Yep, yep
Laserbeams
Work ain't a holiday
Ha, motherf*cky
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Writer: Aaron Matthew Mader, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Ryan Olson
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Wat U Mean

Bap-bap-bap-bap-ba-ba-bum-bum-bum, bum, bum

Huh, A-what you mean? (Mean?)
Been up in this thing so long, I'm like a sleeve (that's right)
Covering, I'm outchea, please don't be deceived
Roll me up? Nigga please, don't be presumptuous
I packed you up for lunch and I ate you, you were scrumptious (that's right, that's right)
Literal or not (uh-huh), I'm rambunctious, you yellow belly munchkins
Ain't that something? With your oompady-doo like
"Ding dong, the witch ain't dead, you better look out 'fore she chop yo' head"
Breaking bread with the queens at the dinner table
Lapdogs eat scraps if you're able
Maybe throw you a bone if I feel like it
Maybe give you some steak if the mood right
Right now, homie, bow down
Looking at my head like my head need a crown
Crown on the rocks, nigga, weed in the box, nigga
Give me if you got figures, what I want's a lot bigger

(Yeah)
What you mean? (Mmh)
What you mean?
What you mean?
To me, to me, to me, to me

What you mean? (Really what you mean though?)
What you mean? (Talk a little clearer, clearer)
What you mean? (Speak up I can't understand)
To me, to me, to me, to me

Lizzo be eating though (yeah), Lizzo be hungry (hungry)
Lizzo Big GRRRL Small World 'til it ain't funny (money)
Say my name three times like I'm in destiny
Yo-ho-ho and a bottle of Four Loko
Chillin' with my niggas in the back like mane
Came a long way, umbrellas for the rain
If you came this far, you better play the game
Because success and fame be two different things
I remember being sad about boys and stuff
But that was way back in middle school (not true)
Now I'm making crowds make noise and stuff
And all my people back home like, "Who knew?" (Woop, woop)
Normally I don't like to toot my own horn (toot, toot)
'Cause I don't got a car yet and, well, that sucks (nope)
Being a rapper these days ain't what it seems (true, true)
Man, really you ain't making all the big bucks (uh-huh)
But I'm killin' it
I'm just saying that I'm feeling the wheeling one would experience
While wheeling and gripping the wheel and gettin' it (yeah)
And my limericks (yeah) be the same thing that get me on the cover, trick

What you mean? (Really what you mean though?)
What you mean? (But I can't understand you though)
What you mean? (What you mean? What you need?)
To me, to me (to me), to me (to me), to me
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Writer: Aaron Matthew Mader, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Ryan Olson, Aaron Mader, Melissa Jefferson
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




T-Baby

Tar baby
Tar baby
Tar baby
Tar baby
Got it in the bag

Kiss me on my ego, tell me what one tastes like
I've never been the proud one, kicked it hard in stage right
Ego's can take a pounding, when the mind's dim and the light's bright
Too bad for you, that your ignorance is in hindsight
In retrospect, remembering the time I was derelict (yeah)
More like Derelicte, I made homeless chic
Kick it in the Subaru
Played a show, showered at the gym, and slept at the studio (tell 'em)
My Lean Cuisine was a ramen noodle but you know I rocked that

Black mask, black sash (trick)
Pull up, silence, gasp (yup)
Big girl, small world (thick)
I got it in the bag (yup)
Tar baby (baby)
Tar baby
Tar baby (baby)
Tar baby (pull up, silence, gasp)
Tar baby (baby)
Tar baby
Tar baby (baby)
Got it in the bag

Sent the flying monkeys out
Get up on the level that I'm talking 'bout
Feeling like a rebel in the melting pot
Oh, you got figures so I'm jelly huh? Huh
Oh, you're fairly smug it's embarrassing
Biting on your black tongue
Came a long way in this thing
So you can't label me as a "nigga with a microphone" (right)
Dorothy Dandridge, Chuck Berry
Michael Jackson is
Black excellence
My girl, you silenced
Michael, you de-Princed
Chuck B. Put a white girl in his car
And he crossed the line so you fenced him in them prisons?
Who is "you?", I'm talkin' to you (me?)
You know who you are (uh-huh)
The reason I can't be a black star without your black card
Swipe, swipe to the corporations
Salute give you salutations
Look down at the graves you've spit in
(Yeah these niggas trippin')

Black mask, black sash (trick)
Pull up, silence, gasp (yup)
Big girl, small world (thick)
I got it in the bag (yup)
Tar baby (baby)
Tar baby
Tar baby (baby)
Tar baby (pull up, silence, gasp)
Tar baby (baby)
Tar baby
Tar baby (baby)
Got it in the bag

Hardest working woman in the T.C.? (I don't know 'bout that)
Hardly, I feel lazy
I was eating Phở when I wrote this
Fever, 103
Met some cool Minnesotans (of course), but really
Some of y'all need a lesson from, ha, Lazerbeak

I rock that
Rock that, rock that
I rock that
I rock that
Rock that, rock that (baby)
I rock that (baby)
(Baby) I rock that
(Baby) Rock that, rock that
(Baby) I rock that
(Baby) Oh baby, oh baby
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Writer: Aaron Matthew Mader, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Ryan Olson, Aaron Mader, Melissa Jefferson
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Be Still

Woo (yeah)

I wake up every morning feeling like slapping a nigga
Squeeze trigger, stay scheming then I realize I'm still dreaming
Oops sike, believing in believer's ability
To still scream for a nigga 'til you get nosebleeds
I be so scuffed up from kicking them rocks (uh-huh)
And if you're so tough come run up and get clocked (okay)
Tick tock tock tock
If you got them slippery socks
Yo I'ma give it all that I got
To make a nigga slide in the vault (that's right)
Then bake a nigga dash in some salt
I bring a nigga home and pole vault
Then blame a nigga like it's your fault
Your bad (it's you're fault)

I never understood and I will never understand
The tolerance for ho-ishness that some of you people have (nah)
"Me?" You, yeah you
I'm talking to the middle man
Like how you're content with giving someone else the upper hand
Walking 'round your cubicle, your tie with your coffee mug
Syphoning the hard earned work from the thugs and hustlers, 'cause
Takin' a chill pill (chillin') before I whip my sword out like Uma in Kill Bill
Makin niggas gasp like Emmitt Till
And I'ma keep on giving you the gospel like God's will, peace be still

This is God's will peace be still
This is God's will peace be still
Yeah

Can I fall in love 'efore the world ends?
Can my record get a few major spins? (Play that shit) I'm saying
I don't wanna think about tomorrow 'cause (I'm still hustling)
'Til then, I guess it's just me, you, theses food stamps and cravings
No raisins in the sun, just Funyuns and a Sunkist
We up in the club making it mist
Like I missed alcohol (though I see it every night)
And that Tylenol I take everyday period like Midol
Bye y'all, I'm moving on to other things by y'all
But not quite bilateral, more like three floors up and down the hall
Let the bygones be bygones, and try to keep the peace like Obama and Biden

All my friends are talented (are they?), All my friends got mad skills (really)
All my girlfriends wear heels (uh), all my niggas drug deal
We're tight, we're tight, we're tight, sike
We're tight, we're tight, we're tight, sike

All my friends are talented (are they?), All my friends got mad skills
All my girlfriends wear heels, all my niggas drug deal
We're tight, we're tight, we're tight, sike
We're tight (we're tight)
Yeah tight
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Writer: Aaron Matthew Mader, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Ryan Olson, Aaron Mader, Melissa Jefferson
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.




Faded

(I'm faded, faded, faded, faded)
(I'm faded, fa-faded)

It's that L to the I to the Z Z O
Ain't got no time for the C3P0, wookie
Never knock nookie, but I'd rather stack cookies
Looking at the sunset the color of Snookie
Woman of the year, huzzah, huzzah, huzzah, give her three cheers
Killin' everyone up in the coven, witch
Cuttin' all these niggas, better sew up, stitch (yeah)
Will Smithin' these hoes, you know how I work
Punch a nigga out and say "Welcome to Earth" (word)
Drop a mil', take off a scarf
Locs on my face like "I make this look good", ugh
Capitalize your capital with a capital G (oh)
Giving out my secrets, man, ya'll better pay me

Sucky people marry suckers and they suck
Then they have sucky kids, they grow up, then what? (Yeah)
They attend all the sucky universities (word)
And take our money like it grows on trees (that's right)
Siphon to the authorities then get confused when we
Conglomerate to the inner cities
Perched on streets, being super sketchy
Skid marks on their knees (word), their hands in their pockets
(They walking by real fast in case we got that rocket)
Boom, slam the door to they apartment
That sucky wife is pregnant with another sucka ass kid
I'm askin' (word)
"When will it end? ", Waiting on that meteor shower
To rain down and bring all these suck niggas to they final hour (yup)

Don't tell us to slow it down, we won't listen
We're twenty-somethings and it's 20-something
Greenrooms, drugs and liquor and Hip Hop
We're twenty-somethings and it's 20-something
(It's the end of the world)

Rumors that the world gon' end don't faze me
I'ma get faded, I'ma get faded
Rumors that the world gon' end don't faze me
I'ma get faded, I'ma get faded
Rumors that the world gon' end don't faze me
(I'ma get faded) I'ma get faded (faded)
(Yeah, more faded, don't even say it) Yeah, faded
Faded, faded (I'ma get faded)
It don't phase me (faded)
No (no, faded)
Ohh, ayy (faded, faded)
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Writer: Aaron Matthew Mader, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Ryan Olson, Aaron Mader, Melissa Jefferson
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Hot Dish

I got a lot on my chest, so here's my breast reduction (yeah)
I hear the sounds of gums bumpin', they ain't sayin' nothin' (nothin)
I'm sick and tired of being typecast like Lindsay Lohan (Lohan)
When I'm gonna probably outlast most of these niggas flowin' (flowin)
A cover girl with the mouth of a Tommy Gun (gun)
Blow trees and I will blow you away when I'm on the stage (stage)
I guess that's why I got them shiverin' they're very afraid (that's right)
I guess that's why my checks thin ''cause dem hate (hmm)
They steady instigatin' (word)
On what they hatin'
I'm the rainbow bridge like a pack of fifty crayons
'Cause I ain't got no beef with nobodies (nobody)
But those bodies need to realize that this is no hobby (no hobby)
I ain't your hook girl, boo, I'm your feature (feature)
And I don't need your attention 'cause of my features
I swear to God I feel like a piece of meat
Every time I'm walkin' home or even a block from lake street
Man, give me room the only rapper with a womb (ah)
That will spit that sixteen bars to send you rappers to the tomb (word)
Me and my crew we ain't playin' around (ha)
'Cause ever since we landed we just been the talk of the town
And while I talk, I remember those who paid the price
I lost my pops, man, I wish he was alive
I can't let go of the past, he never heard me rap
So I carry his spirit on my back in Minneap
Lizzo in this thing so great, to complement my shape
Nicknamed Hot Dish, complements of the state
I see you hungry niggas
Here you go, some steak
I guess you are what you eat
I guess you're Lizzo taint
Apologies to my mother, she thinks that I'm a saint (it's all good)
Apologies to the rappers, I dusted out the gate (she's so hood)
Yo, I see you munchin' on my plate
Rip to any beat I meet, see ya (late)

All these hoes wanna suck my, ahh (I tell em)
But I don't got, ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it"
All these hoes wanna suck my ahh
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it" (nigga)
All these niggas wanna ride the ahh (I tell em)
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it" (yeah)
All these niggas wanna ride my ahh
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it"

I Peter Piper picked a plain pepper and gave it spice
Paprika, eureka, I see ya pow! Pow!
My mouth is a gun and the bullets that kaow! Kaow!
Are ammo from the knowledge that you don't know
But know now

Speaking tongues on these hypocrites
I generations to back me up
Mama Kirkwood and Daddy Jefferson had to deal with it so I'm done
They raped and murdered my ancestors
Hung my great uncle from a tree
So when I look at that maple branch I look in the mirror and say, "Could be me"
All of these niggas don't know where I'm from
All of these hoes they just wanna have fun
Actin' like junkies
Lookin' like bums
Lower than scum, what's lower scum?
What's
The ignorance displayed by his insolence
He sprayed all the businesses
And laid someone's significant other and mother and brother in the streets
Who said that was OK?
Who said that was cool?

I said it was cool
So what's all the blues, bitch?

Take a dip, the city's swimmin' in blood pools

And that titties rules (yeah)
So your love I will prove it (yeah)
I'm always winnin' so you can't complain that I'm losin' (yeah)
And now I'm grinnin' cause' you got your feelings bruised when
I had to end it when I thought that we was ruined
'Cause you can't do it (do it), the way I want it (want it)
And you can't move it (move it), the way I want it (on it)
And you can't lose it, the way I'm on it
The best get gone, they be gone in the mornin'

All these hoes wanna suck my, ahh
But I don't got a, so I tell them, "Deal with it"
All these hoes wanna suck my ahh
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it"
All these niggas wanna ride the ahh (I tell em)
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it" (I said)
All these niggas wanna ride my ahh
But I don't got a ahh, so I tell them, "Deal with it"
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Writer: AARON MATTHEW MADER, MELISSA VIVIANE JEFFERSON, RYAN OLSON
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Make Way

Something's got a hold on me
Drowning I can't barely drink oh
Smoking I can barely breathe
Chopping up the royalty (oh)

They said that it's a cold world
I tell them it's my own world
And I'm about to pick the whole thing up

You scare me cause there's something darker
Hiding in disguise reminds me
That I'm exposed to be eaten alive

These cycles are liable
To go in circles, round about
What's this about same drug different mouth
Same in different out
(This is my handle, this is my spout)
Now that's I'm all steamed up
Just tip me over and pour me out

Gettin down and po'in up
This ain't what you really want

Pain leaves the body and the spirit wit's
Substitute some whiskey for the Tylenol
Gotta keep this deal on going
If you feelin how I feel

So quit telling me you feel me
Cause can't nobody feel
And quit telling us we're famous
Cause we ain't go no deal
And even if we did man
Then the industry ain't real
Like I'm drinking and I'm driving
But my hand ain't on the wheel
And I'm pressing on the gas
Cause I guess nobody will
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Writer: Ryan Olson, Aaron Mader, Melissa Jefferson
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Batches & Cookies

I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?

I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?

Remember that gooey gooey you took and said, "Ooh wee, ooh wee"
I need two or two-eee of these, for my baby boo-ee ooo-ee
Talkin' like boobies, you got a nice pair like some boobies
And you high off that doobie doobie with your Mystery Machine (Scooby)
Feelin' bad? Well you should be, BP don't make nothin' cheapie (oopsie)
Hangin' with them creepy creepies, I sittin' in back with PPs
Lookin' holy holy while lookin' through them holy holies
Holy guacamole, you got that gooey now you a phony

I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (cookies)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what? (Cream)

I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (cookies)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what? (Cream)

Outside of the club
And I'm drip-drip-drippin' sugar sweet
Cinnamon on skin with the hooligans
Y'all came to rock, and we came to ah
Put a sting in her lips, Wink, "Hi" to the eye
Go on, take a sip, got milk in her thighs
Saw a dude on the side and he gave some green, too bad my high prices for the
Dream-dream, what does it mean? It means a thing to take from me
Unless it's just some DMT that's all up in my energy
Yup, yup, go on place that bet
If you wanna come test in the mama's nest
With a bullet vest and curious chest
Got the ammo on the brain but I hide the best
Hey, I'm pumped up call me dough cookin'
Gooey, fatty, soul tookin', batches in a row lookin'
Magic as all hell, we livin', never ever will we give in
To a wack beat f*ck with Lazerbeak in these mad streets
Get it, go there and we give it, haters will forbid it
They fall into the minutes because of imagination
Now the ones who in the nation, we the ones who need escapin'
Then we find some new ovens and we made it


Ya, six-pence and land on the richer
Cut a nigga up and hung him like Jack the Ripper
Undo your zipper, get on your knees
And get ready for the industry in a nutshell (get it?)
Them goods don't get got if it's the only thing you got
Better keep them in that hot black pot, ah
The only thing colder than the local talent are the winter
Thrift store shoppin', look like Anna Wintour
You ain't gotta ask about it 'cause I been hurr
Ridin' in them chariots like we in Ben Hur
Yah sure, ya know, yah sure, ya know, yah sure, ya know
Rappin' and rappin' and I been steadily stackin'
I put these niggas in napkins and tuck 'em down for a nap
And apologies to the capitol because I don't pay my capital
And if you happen to hear this then just pretend that you didn't at all, stall

I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (cookies)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what?(Cream)

I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (ooh)
Got my batches and cookies, I got my batches and cookies (cookies)
I got my batches and cookies, I got my what? (Cream)

Ooh, goo, cookies, cream
Ooh, goo, cookies, cream
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Writer: Aaron Matthew Mader, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Ryan Olson, Sophia Eris, COMPOSER AUTHOR UNKNOWN, LAUREN ALFORD
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Pants Vs. Dress

Aw yeah, ha ha ha ha

South West Alief Texas not born but raised
I was kicking it in the west
But mostly down in the trae
Or maybe Montrose for a picnic
Galleria boy I was getting it
Playing shows spreading my name
But it was so hot the summer's insane
At South by south west
It was put to the Johnny test
They wanted a freestyle battle
Ok, pants vs dress
One little line
And them boys was impressed (baby I'll kill you)
Ditched the southwest to Minneapolis

I pull up in a Mini and get buck wild
Moving it shaking it by the pound
West bank, wild n out
Trying to see what that's all about
First Ave was recently
My niggas sold it out for a week
I step on the stage
The scene was serene
They ask my name
To tell me is queen

I don't what that mean
But you know that it's good
Nefertiti flow gives you Anuksun wood
Estrogen's in this testosterone heir

So I'm going to sit in my throne
And you can get in your chair
And you can get in your chair (and I'll be getting your cheques)
And you can get in your chair (and I'll be getting your cheques)
Yeah, and you can get in your chair

I'm going to sit in my throne
You can get in your chair
Yeah, you can get in your chair (and I'll be getting your cheques)
Okay, you can get in your chair (and I'll be getting your cheques)
Bye bye, you can get in your chair

I'm going to sit in my throne
And you can get in your chair

I'm from that south west Alief Texas
Boy we reckless
Diamonds in our teeth
Shining brighter than your necklace
Aw snap, I got it like that (word)
Writing raps to the boom bap
Setting off a click track
Lyrical, spherical, psych
Just mobbin'
And if you got that guap
You better watch it cause we rob you

Ben Taub you, life support
Straight A's in life check my progress report (yeah)
Address my court with piercing eyes
Your knees are shaking can't hold your thighs (yeah, yeah)
I'm barely phased, hardly surprised
I've been the queen, you're just another guy
Marty McFly, boy you better think
I'm throwing e'rything at you like the kitchen sink

Yeah, so you can sit in your chair (and I'll be getting your cheques)
Yeah, so you can sit in your chair (and I'll be getting your cheques)
You can sit in your chair
I'ma get in my throne and you can get in your chair (and I'll be getting your cheques)
You can get in your chair (and I'll be getting your cheques)
Yeah, you can get in your chair (and I'll be getting your cheques)
Yeah, you can get in your chair (and I'll be getting your cheques)
I'ma sit in my throne, you can get in your chair


Lookit
Boy, sit down, quit
Nigger, hoe, trick

I'm thronin' (tell em)
I'm thronin'
I'm thronin'
I'm thronin' (yeah)
Thronin' (zonin')
I'm thronin'
I'm thronin'
I'm thronin'
Thronin' (thornin')
I'm Thronin' (thornin')
I'm thronin' (yeah eh)
I'm thronin' (yeah eh)
Thronin'
I'm thronin' (yeah eh)
I'm thronin' (I'm on a throne baby)
I'm throne (oh shit)
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Writer: Aaron Matthew Mader, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Ryan Olson, Aaron Mader, Melissa Jefferson
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Go

Wake up in the morning and stop
Feeling like the world gon' to drop
If I don't do nothing, I'ma pop
Now I'm hotter than a boiling pot
If you super tight, people flip
If you fall off, you a flop
Never thought nothin' would be better than something
That's why I stay watering my crops

I'm not thirsty, baby, I'm just lonely, yeah
And I'm not distant, baby, I'm just busy, yeah
Now will you miss me, baby, when I'm touring? (When I'm touring)
Or will you find someone that's less important
But worth exploring? I'm torn in pieces

So much to do, hold on, got her writing these features
I'm listening, but not really
You know us artist types
When we gotta go, you gotta let us

Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go (gotta let us)
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go (you gotta let us)
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

It's cold outside
And I was thinking
And I was thinking
How warm it is
In the cloud (posturepedic)
But all that is, is vapor, condensation, conversation
Not really, but Jack Daniel's is the life of the party
Get it started, let him do the talking
Let that man speak
This girl is going to break your heart
Run far away this is your head start
Everything is not what it seems
The girl of your dreams is a nightmare
You don't care

Man, that Jack Daniel's be lying on me
'Cause of that dude, now you lying on me
Flame is rekindled, I'm trying homie
Don't leave me dry when I'm high, homie
You don't how it feels to appear
The weakling of your peers from a fear
That's inconceivable to have yourself
And suddenly to let it

Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go (gotta let us)
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go (you gotta let us)
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go (gotta let us)
Go, go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

Go, go, go, go, go (wake up in the morning and stop)
Go, go, go, go (you gotta let us)
Go, go, go, go, go (wake up in the morning and stop)
Go, go, go, go (you gotta let us go)
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Writer: Aaron Matthew Mader, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Ryan Olson, Aaron Mader, Melissa Jefferson
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Bloodlines

My great grandmama ain't a slave
My great, great, great, great, great grandmother was a mai
I think that were just made of the same thing
Keeping it together, got the brave in the membrane
Ticky, the tick, tick that keeps you sane
All the remnants reminiscing in my brain
1947 when he caught that train
And met my momma's momma in the pouring rain

Okay, light-skinned brother with the hazel eyes
'Cause ain't nobody messing with VJ
I got a sense of humor, I theorize
From everything he sent down my way
Bloodlines, like cousins, like loving
It's nothing, hold 'em down when its tough
And tie them loose ends to make them meet
Everything is gravy when your people live down the street
I see ya

So wait
Take this before you escape
Don't make the past feel like a mistake
So wait
Take this before you escape
Don't make the past feel like a mistake

Ah, ah
Ah, ah

Swirling, black abyss
Stardust misting, raining down
Shining like the gems of eternity
Formulating for me and mine
Perhaps one day we can mine
Throwing all them minerals, chemicals, elements
Into the pot
Uh-oh, we're getting hot
Throw some sun on the stove top
Close the lid, beware of the pop
Of the splash back
Add a dash of that acid
Voila
One day, we'll show our kids what we did, the Big Bang

Dearly beloved, we're gathered here today
Witnessing something that we cannot explain
Dearly departed, we're gathered here today
Witnessing something that we cannot explain

So dearly beloved, we're gathered here today
Witnessing something that we cannot explain
Dearly departed, we're gathered here today
Witnessing something that we cannot explain
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Writer: Aaron Matthew Mader, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Ryan Olson, Aaron Mader, Melissa Jefferson
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Bus Passes and Happy Meals

What you lookin' at? What you lookin' at?
Time go by pretty fast, you wear a pretty mask
You take it off for no one, oh, being you? That's no fun
You're being used for show, hun, if that's what you think, so what?
You got a lot of friends, owe you a lot of favors
They bake you porky pies, they come in lots of flavors
Don't listen to the haters, you think that you have haters
Haters are just complainers, and you the first to complain

Oh, it's you? Uh-huh, that's funny
That's real cool, it's me too
I tell 'em, preach

Look up, don't let nobody pass you
These niggas is nuts like cashews
And they wanna be blessed like "achoo"
But me not have time like Cogsworth
All in all, for what it's worth
And the fact that I wrote this in a skirt
(Looks like you don't even need to try)
I'm burying y'all alive
Goes to show I'm leading in the hive
Queen bee, I want that honey
And you over here talking about money?
Hmmm, that's funny
You need to keep in mind
My only price is time
And you can't take that from me

(Breathe deeply) 'cause I'm burying y'all alive
(Breathe deeply) 'cause I'm burying y'all alive
(Breathe deeply) 'cause I'm burying y'all alive
(Breathe deeply) 'cause I'm burying y'all alive

Sudafed, pop that, a hooligan, step back
I'm giving niggas headaches
Like a mistake on your wedding cake
Minuscule to me, I'm a big deal to you
I picketh thee off like a bug betwixth my shoe
Thou shall not kill, thou shall not steal
Spot lights or record deals, bus passes and happy meals
Nigga, what you know about it? Not much really
You holding out on dough or something? Not me, silly
Niggas wanna help and niggas wanna take
Take a bit of this and put it on your plate
I owe you if you the right one
Luckily, I found the right one
Pass it down, I'll make it right son
Give me time, I promise it'll be worth it

(Breathe deeply) 'cause I'm burying y'all alive
(Breathe deeply) 'cause I'm burying y'all alive
(Breathe deeply) 'cause I'm burying y'all alive
(Breathe deeply) 'cause I'm burying y'all alive

(Breathe deeply) 'cause I'm
(Breathe deeply) 'cause I'm
(Breathe deeply) 'cause I'm burying y'all alive
(Breathe deeply) 'cause I'm burying y'all alive
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Writer: Aaron Matthew Mader, Melissa Viviane Jefferson, Ryan Olson
Copyright: Lyrics © SECRETLY PUBLISHING, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




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Lizzobangers is the debut studio album by American rapper and singer Lizzo. It was released on Totally Gross National Product on October 15, 2013. In 2014, it was re-released on Virgin Records.
Genre(s): Alternative hip hop
Producer(s): Lazerbeak, Ryan Olson
Released: October 15th, 2013
Year: 2013

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