Yeah
Take off your clothes (Yeah, you know I'm ready, girl)
Who is in control? (You know I'm ready, girl)
C'mon lay down, down, down, let's get to it, let's skip all the small talk (I really wanna)
Really wanna sex you up (I really wanna get to it)
Really wanna sex you up (I really want it, really want it)
Oh, tell me that you're mine right now and maybe (I'm yours, baby)
I'll work a little magic (Whoa)
Work a little magic (Oh)
Tryna creep through your livin' room but I'm deeper than I thought
'Cause my pockets full of knots, oh, oh
And I know that it turns you on to see that I'm on and I'm honest, yeah
Put some liquor in your tonic, know you want it
Know you want this, girl, I wanna see you
So take off your clothes (Yeah, yeah)
Who is in control? (You know I'm ready, girl)
C'mon lay down, down, down, let's get to it, let's skip all the small talk (I really wanna)
Really wanna sex you up (Sex you up)
Really wanna sex you up (I really want it, really want it)
I wanna know
I wanna know
Giddy, giddy, my little pony, yeah
Ride me, ride me like a cowgirl, yeet, yeet, whoa
Tell me what it feel like, yeah, yeah, uh
Tell me if you like it
Know that it turns you on to see that I'm on and I'm honest, yeah
Put some liquor in your tonic, know you want it
Know you want this, girl, I wanna see you
Take off your clothes, oh (Yeah, you know I'm ready, girl)
Who is in control? (You know I'm ready, girl)
C'mon lay down, down, down, let's get to it, let's skip all the small talk (I really wanna)
Really wanna sex you up (Sex you up)
Really wanna sex you up (I really want it, really want it)
Oh
Oh yeah
What's up, girl?
Girl, this nigga over here talkin' about a threesome
And you know I had one with the other dude before
He sayin' I owe him one
Should've never told him I like bitches
Well, f*ck, bitch, just give him one!
With who?
You know you the only bitch I'd f*ck with this nigga
I mean just don't tell my nigga I'm seein' now and we good
Partynextdoor - PARTYNEXTDOOR 4 (P4) Album Lyrics
Partynextdoor - PARTYNEXTDOOR 4 (P4) Lyrics
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Lose My Mind
Okay
Jahron, meet Jada
Jada, meet Jahron, hmm-hmm
Hey
Y'all gon make me lose my mind
F*cking two bitches at one time
Couldn't make me choose if it depended on my life
One's half Spanish and one's half white
Oooh ooh
And my tattoo is on her body
Oooh ooh
There's no controlling her
When she's off that molly
When she's rolling that body
When she's talking that softly
Hard to get her off me
Dripping in Dior
You like it
I can put 10 on the floor
If you like it
If y'all keep f*cking me more
Then y'all might be
Bad for me
Y'all gon make me lose my mind
(Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here)
All I can think about is your booty
Y'all riding me like Suzukis and
Y'all sayin y'all never do this but
Tonight you're doing it to me
And I say oooh ooh
My hands all on her body
Trying to control it, can't control it
When she's off that
When she's off that molly (When she's off that)
When she's rolling that body (When she's rolling)
When she's talking that softly (When shes talking)
Hard to get her off me
Dripping in Dior
You like it
I can put 10 on the floor
If you like it
If y'all keep f*cking me more
Then y'all might be
Bad for me
Y'all gon make me lose my mind
Yeah yeah lose my mind
(Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool)
Jahron, meet Jada
Jada, meet Jahron, hmm-hmm
Hey
Y'all gon make me lose my mind
F*cking two bitches at one time
Couldn't make me choose if it depended on my life
One's half Spanish and one's half white
Oooh ooh
And my tattoo is on her body
Oooh ooh
There's no controlling her
When she's off that molly
When she's rolling that body
When she's talking that softly
Hard to get her off me
Dripping in Dior
You like it
I can put 10 on the floor
If you like it
If y'all keep f*cking me more
Then y'all might be
Bad for me
Y'all gon make me lose my mind
(Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me go all out
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me lose my cool
Up in here, up in here)
All I can think about is your booty
Y'all riding me like Suzukis and
Y'all sayin y'all never do this but
Tonight you're doing it to me
And I say oooh ooh
My hands all on her body
Trying to control it, can't control it
When she's off that
When she's off that molly (When she's off that)
When she's rolling that body (When she's rolling)
When she's talking that softly (When shes talking)
Hard to get her off me
Dripping in Dior
You like it
I can put 10 on the floor
If you like it
If y'all keep f*cking me more
Then y'all might be
Bad for me
Y'all gon make me lose my mind
Yeah yeah lose my mind
(Y'all gon' make me lose my mind
Up in here, up in here
Y'all gon' make me act a fool)
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Stuck In My Ways
Letting all my hoes go
You're doing something to me, yeah
To make me stay
Letting all my feelings show
You're doing something to me, yeah
I'm afraid
I'll say
I don't wanna be changed
Happier stuck in my ways
Baby, don't you be offended
'Cause I'm so stuck in my ways
I never wanna change
Letting all my bros know
I'm stepping out the game for real
Shawty, I'm stepping up my game, for real
You're doing something to me, yeah
I'm afraid
To say
I don't wanna be changed
Happier stuck in my ways
Baby, don't you be offended
'Cause I'm so stuck in my ways
I never wanna change, no
I never wanna change
Jahron. Hi, Jahron
At some point, you gotta grow up, Jahron, and enjoy the small things in life with someone you care about
You're doing something to me, yeah
To make me stay
Letting all my feelings show
You're doing something to me, yeah
I'm afraid
I'll say
I don't wanna be changed
Happier stuck in my ways
Baby, don't you be offended
'Cause I'm so stuck in my ways
I never wanna change
Letting all my bros know
I'm stepping out the game for real
Shawty, I'm stepping up my game, for real
You're doing something to me, yeah
I'm afraid
To say
I don't wanna be changed
Happier stuck in my ways
Baby, don't you be offended
'Cause I'm so stuck in my ways
I never wanna change, no
I never wanna change
Jahron. Hi, Jahron
At some point, you gotta grow up, Jahron, and enjoy the small things in life with someone you care about
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Cheers
Cheers when we drink
Oh, yeah
Cheers when we drunk
Oh, yeah
Cheers make me numb
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Love hanging out
Oh, yeah
Hate hanging up
Whoa
Don't say it until you mean it
Watch, I'll run through a quarter milli' wit'cha baby
We hit the strip club, we going crazy
I'ma talk to you nice, I'ma treat you like a lady
'Fore we get in the car, I'm pulling on your lace wig while you give me top
Don't stop, oh girl, it's always fun wit'cha
You're love when whatever, it's whatever when you need it, period
Like signing off, I'll be your little secret
I'm never too far
Pushing the bar twice as far
When I'm what you need, you ain't gotta work as hard
It won't take much to make you mine
But for now, I'm saying
Cheers when we drink
Oh, yeah
Cheers when we drunk
Oh, yeah
Cheers make me numb
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Love hanging out
Oh, yeah
Hate hanging up
Whoa
Don't say it until you mean it
Let's take another shot, then we out of the party
Let's take it up the block, I ain't gon' tell nobody
What we doing? Where we going? What type time that we on tonight?
Let's take a trip, a trip to Italy
Bust down that watch, and now you're kissing me
Talk about my past, I ain't even wanna talk about that last
Tamia, Tamia, officially missin' me
She feel like Beyoncé when she wears Tiffany
I'on even wanna talk about the past
I wanna talk about the times that's gon' forever last
I'm sayin'
Cheers when we drink
Oh, yeah
Cheers when we drunk
Oh, yeah
Cheers make me numb
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Love hanging out
Oh, yeah
Hate hanging up
Whoa
Don't say it until you mean it
Oh, yeah
Cheers when we drunk
Oh, yeah
Cheers make me numb
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Love hanging out
Oh, yeah
Hate hanging up
Whoa
Don't say it until you mean it
Watch, I'll run through a quarter milli' wit'cha baby
We hit the strip club, we going crazy
I'ma talk to you nice, I'ma treat you like a lady
'Fore we get in the car, I'm pulling on your lace wig while you give me top
Don't stop, oh girl, it's always fun wit'cha
You're love when whatever, it's whatever when you need it, period
Like signing off, I'll be your little secret
I'm never too far
Pushing the bar twice as far
When I'm what you need, you ain't gotta work as hard
It won't take much to make you mine
But for now, I'm saying
Cheers when we drink
Oh, yeah
Cheers when we drunk
Oh, yeah
Cheers make me numb
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Love hanging out
Oh, yeah
Hate hanging up
Whoa
Don't say it until you mean it
Let's take another shot, then we out of the party
Let's take it up the block, I ain't gon' tell nobody
What we doing? Where we going? What type time that we on tonight?
Let's take a trip, a trip to Italy
Bust down that watch, and now you're kissing me
Talk about my past, I ain't even wanna talk about that last
Tamia, Tamia, officially missin' me
She feel like Beyoncé when she wears Tiffany
I'on even wanna talk about the past
I wanna talk about the times that's gon' forever last
I'm sayin'
Cheers when we drink
Oh, yeah
Cheers when we drunk
Oh, yeah
Cheers make me numb
Oh, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Love hanging out
Oh, yeah
Hate hanging up
Whoa
Don't say it until you mean it
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Make It To The Morning
Let's make it to the morning, girl (Yeah)
Oh, let's make it to the morning, girl
I don't want to fight
But you got the wrong vibes
Hold on, let me get you right
It's how I apologize
JT, when you act up
I'll eat the pussy up
And give you something to make noise about
Don't scream or shout
I'm working my way down
Girl, you getting loud
Now put it in your mouth, yeah, yeah, yeah
The shit I did last night I'm not real proud of
But let's just wait until the morning, until I say my part, oh
Let's make it to the morning, girl (Yeah)
Let's make it (Yeah)
Oh, let's make it to the morning, girl
I don't want to fight with ya
Trying to end my night with ya
Don't let your mind get you
I want to vibe with you
As soon as I get up, up out of this bed, I'm trying to make love
As soon as I get up, up out of this bed, I'm trying to make it up
It's the lying that you said felt like Maybelline
You can't just make shit up
It's the spinning and spinning again for me
My shawty gonna spin back again for me, yeah
I know I say it all the time, but I promise
And let's just say it'll take a little more patience, ooh
The shit I did last night, I'm not real proud of
Oh, yeah
Let's make it to the morning, girl (Yeah)
Let's make it
Oh, let's make it to the morning, girl
Oh, let's make it to the morning, girl
I don't want to fight
But you got the wrong vibes
Hold on, let me get you right
It's how I apologize
JT, when you act up
I'll eat the pussy up
And give you something to make noise about
Don't scream or shout
I'm working my way down
Girl, you getting loud
Now put it in your mouth, yeah, yeah, yeah
The shit I did last night I'm not real proud of
But let's just wait until the morning, until I say my part, oh
Let's make it to the morning, girl (Yeah)
Let's make it (Yeah)
Oh, let's make it to the morning, girl
I don't want to fight with ya
Trying to end my night with ya
Don't let your mind get you
I want to vibe with you
As soon as I get up, up out of this bed, I'm trying to make love
As soon as I get up, up out of this bed, I'm trying to make it up
It's the lying that you said felt like Maybelline
You can't just make shit up
It's the spinning and spinning again for me
My shawty gonna spin back again for me, yeah
I know I say it all the time, but I promise
And let's just say it'll take a little more patience, ooh
The shit I did last night, I'm not real proud of
Oh, yeah
Let's make it to the morning, girl (Yeah)
Let's make it
Oh, let's make it to the morning, girl
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No Chill
Oh yeah
And I been with triplet, I been with twins
I been here solo, where do I begin?
And to me, you are the star of the show still
Even though I found your pretty ass out in Mobile
Ever since I copped you all that ice, you got no chill, no more
Never tried to waste your time
And you never try to waste mine
Proved it a million times, whoa (Whoa, yeah)
Linkin' up, we were in Turks together
I always keep you close (Yeah, oh yeah)
And you dressed up for me
But you don't wanna show anybody
Super lowkey
You don't know anybody, I
Can't wait to take you down in private
You know my deepest dark desire, whoa
Baby, I've seen everything and felt it too
But you were the best parts
If nobody's told you
Baby, you're pressure
And I been with triplets, I been with twins
I been here solo, where do I begin?
And to me, you are the star of the show still
Even though I found your pretty ass out in Mobile
Ever since I copped you all that ice, you got no chill, no more
My girl got diamonds on her arm, diamonds in her ear
She even worked at Diamonds for a year
I'm tryna treat you special like no one did
My baby skips the nightlife and the sidelines
Just to show me it's mine
I'm tryna treat her special, like no one ever did, oh, baby, I
And I been with triplets, I been with twins (Oh, baby, I)
I been here solo, where do I begin? (Singin' this song for you, for you, for you)
And to me, you are the star of the show still (This girl the star of my show, oh)
Even though I found your pretty ass out in Mobile
Ever since I copped you all that ice, you got no chill, no more
Ever since I copped you all that ice, you got no chill, no more
Where am I at? Okay
Are you comin' to get me? Ah nah, I didn't think so, yeah
Nah, we're good, we're good, we're good, we chillin', chillin', chillin', chillin'
I'm not doin' nothin', I'm chillin', I'm relaxin'
I'm, I'm with my girl, we're good, like I don't need nothin', nah, you're good
I'll be back later
Yeah
Didn't you say you had somethin' to do?
Oh okay, how long? Okay
What do you mean? You're trippin', trippin' for no reason
I don't even trip on you like that
You're wildin'
And I been with triplet, I been with twins
I been here solo, where do I begin?
And to me, you are the star of the show still
Even though I found your pretty ass out in Mobile
Ever since I copped you all that ice, you got no chill, no more
Never tried to waste your time
And you never try to waste mine
Proved it a million times, whoa (Whoa, yeah)
Linkin' up, we were in Turks together
I always keep you close (Yeah, oh yeah)
And you dressed up for me
But you don't wanna show anybody
Super lowkey
You don't know anybody, I
Can't wait to take you down in private
You know my deepest dark desire, whoa
Baby, I've seen everything and felt it too
But you were the best parts
If nobody's told you
Baby, you're pressure
And I been with triplets, I been with twins
I been here solo, where do I begin?
And to me, you are the star of the show still
Even though I found your pretty ass out in Mobile
Ever since I copped you all that ice, you got no chill, no more
My girl got diamonds on her arm, diamonds in her ear
She even worked at Diamonds for a year
I'm tryna treat you special like no one did
My baby skips the nightlife and the sidelines
Just to show me it's mine
I'm tryna treat her special, like no one ever did, oh, baby, I
And I been with triplets, I been with twins (Oh, baby, I)
I been here solo, where do I begin? (Singin' this song for you, for you, for you)
And to me, you are the star of the show still (This girl the star of my show, oh)
Even though I found your pretty ass out in Mobile
Ever since I copped you all that ice, you got no chill, no more
Ever since I copped you all that ice, you got no chill, no more
Where am I at? Okay
Are you comin' to get me? Ah nah, I didn't think so, yeah
Nah, we're good, we're good, we're good, we chillin', chillin', chillin', chillin'
I'm not doin' nothin', I'm chillin', I'm relaxin'
I'm, I'm with my girl, we're good, like I don't need nothin', nah, you're good
I'll be back later
Yeah
Didn't you say you had somethin' to do?
Oh okay, how long? Okay
What do you mean? You're trippin', trippin' for no reason
I don't even trip on you like that
You're wildin'
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Her Old Friends
OG Parker
And my nigga G. Ry
I say
F*ck all my bitches old friends (yeah, yeah)
Y'all let that girl f*ck anybody (no, oh, yeah, yeah)
She out here catchin' every body (body)
Told her not to lean on anybody
Told her not to be seen with anybody
It's gon' be so hard to claim back that body when I want it, whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I was to take her out the game
Who's to f*ckin' blame? What's my f*ckin' name?
Yeah (PARTY) y'all was her model roles (ooh) only let her do wrongs (ooh)
On my name
I hate when a cute girl see a bad bitch
And try to get the bad bitch to do average shit, yeah
And on my name
Hate when a bad bitch can act real dumb
Every time she throw a little tantrum
She wanna f*ck another nigga in vain, oh
On my name
I can speak about it, real out loud
'Cause I done f*cked these bitches wearing these other rappers niggas chains, I don't tell you
I'm the H-N-I-C
I'm not from Spellman, I ain't got to tell you what that mean
And I can sit right here, all out like the Source Awards
And then these niggas come and show me love (show me love)
But bitches wet like Fiji when Big P step in the club (club)
Bitches when they see me, all they greet me, show me love
I'm with bitches wearin' VVs, flawless, they don't f*ck with scrubs, yeah
But I just need my shawty back, yeah, yeah
Richer than I ever was
And when I call, pick up, don't let your friends answer, those bitches broke
F*ck all my bitches old friends (f*ck her old friends, yeah, yeah)
Y'all let that girl f*ck anybody (yeah, yeah)
She out here catchin' every body (yeah)
Told her not to lean on anybody
Told her not to be seen with anybody
It's gon' be so hard to claim back that body when I want it, whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I wants to take her out the game (I'm supposed to take her)
Who's to f*ckin' blame? (Take her) What's my f*ckin' name?
Yeah (it's PARTY) y'all was her model role (ooh) only let her do wrong (ooh)
On my name, f*ck the fame
You knew what I was all about, Manny
I tell you that I loved that girl
I was in, I was out, speakin' candid (speakin' candid)
And your common sense seem to vanish, oh
I always knew I had a bad bitch and everybody's tryna bag it (oh-whoa, ooh-whoa, oh)
But you gave it away, girl, and you made a mistake
And I'm living with it now (now)
Gotta explain it to the kids like my business
No it ain't the time or the place to start trippin'
Yeah, but f*ck your friends and all (f*ck your, f*ck your friends)
F*ck all my bitches old friends (yeah, yeah)
Y'all let that girl f*ck anybody (y'all let that girl f*ck, yeah, yeah)
She out here catchin' every body
Told her not to lean on anybody
Told her not to be seen with anybody
It's gon' be so hard to claim back that body when I want it (when I want it)
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I want to take her out the game (I'm supposed to take her out the hood)
Who's to f*ckin' blame? (Whatcha) What's my f*ckin' name? (Party)
(It's your fault because)
Y'all was her model role, only let her do wrong (y'all let her do wrong on my name)
Yeah
Oh-oh, yeah
And my nigga G. Ry
I say
F*ck all my bitches old friends (yeah, yeah)
Y'all let that girl f*ck anybody (no, oh, yeah, yeah)
She out here catchin' every body (body)
Told her not to lean on anybody
Told her not to be seen with anybody
It's gon' be so hard to claim back that body when I want it, whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I was to take her out the game
Who's to f*ckin' blame? What's my f*ckin' name?
Yeah (PARTY) y'all was her model roles (ooh) only let her do wrongs (ooh)
On my name
I hate when a cute girl see a bad bitch
And try to get the bad bitch to do average shit, yeah
And on my name
Hate when a bad bitch can act real dumb
Every time she throw a little tantrum
She wanna f*ck another nigga in vain, oh
On my name
I can speak about it, real out loud
'Cause I done f*cked these bitches wearing these other rappers niggas chains, I don't tell you
I'm the H-N-I-C
I'm not from Spellman, I ain't got to tell you what that mean
And I can sit right here, all out like the Source Awards
And then these niggas come and show me love (show me love)
But bitches wet like Fiji when Big P step in the club (club)
Bitches when they see me, all they greet me, show me love
I'm with bitches wearin' VVs, flawless, they don't f*ck with scrubs, yeah
But I just need my shawty back, yeah, yeah
Richer than I ever was
And when I call, pick up, don't let your friends answer, those bitches broke
F*ck all my bitches old friends (f*ck her old friends, yeah, yeah)
Y'all let that girl f*ck anybody (yeah, yeah)
She out here catchin' every body (yeah)
Told her not to lean on anybody
Told her not to be seen with anybody
It's gon' be so hard to claim back that body when I want it, whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I wants to take her out the game (I'm supposed to take her)
Who's to f*ckin' blame? (Take her) What's my f*ckin' name?
Yeah (it's PARTY) y'all was her model role (ooh) only let her do wrong (ooh)
On my name, f*ck the fame
You knew what I was all about, Manny
I tell you that I loved that girl
I was in, I was out, speakin' candid (speakin' candid)
And your common sense seem to vanish, oh
I always knew I had a bad bitch and everybody's tryna bag it (oh-whoa, ooh-whoa, oh)
But you gave it away, girl, and you made a mistake
And I'm living with it now (now)
Gotta explain it to the kids like my business
No it ain't the time or the place to start trippin'
Yeah, but f*ck your friends and all (f*ck your, f*ck your friends)
F*ck all my bitches old friends (yeah, yeah)
Y'all let that girl f*ck anybody (y'all let that girl f*ck, yeah, yeah)
She out here catchin' every body
Told her not to lean on anybody
Told her not to be seen with anybody
It's gon' be so hard to claim back that body when I want it (when I want it)
Whoa-oh-oh, oh-oh (yeah, yeah)
Yeah, I want to take her out the game (I'm supposed to take her out the hood)
Who's to f*ckin' blame? (Whatcha) What's my f*ckin' name? (Party)
(It's your fault because)
Y'all was her model role, only let her do wrong (y'all let her do wrong on my name)
Yeah
Oh-oh, yeah
Writer: Jahron Anthony Brathwaite, Joshua Parker, Jack Nilsson, Ryan Martinez, Konstantinos Latos
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Reservoir Media Management, Inc., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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The Realest
Sauga City trill one time
On my way downtown for the girl who got the guarantee
Man I kill the town, seven seater in the Cherokee
White on white ghost, that's my little Amber Rose
Let the top peel back, let 'Sauga see the map
Little shawty from the way used to have a thing for me
Take the bricks up out the Benz, now the whole team straight
We ain't speaking for the city, we just talking bout the block
Yeah the whole team hot
Yeah the whole team hot and you know it
Its paper, we blow it
Those niggas I roll with they got the thing for the 40
We riding through (yeah) that's what you 'posed to do (yeah)
When you the realest
The realest niggas in the city
The realest niggas in the city
The realest niggas in the city
I wouldn't say realest nigga alive
But I don't know none of these guys
The realest niggas in the city
These bitches there, they rolling with me
'Cause all the realest niggas they in the city
Would say the realest motherf*cker alive
But I don't really give a f*ck about those guys (oh yeah)
Raising hell when I wrote this in the cell and posted bail
Man my boy just got convicted for a M and got an L
When yo mama got a rap sheet as long as yours you know its real
Got a package through the mail
Whipped that then sold it to the mayor
I turn peasants into kings, I made winners out of losers
Say you love me, better suck me, I turn women into Hoovers
Praise the Lord hallelujah, Jesus pieces from the jeweler
Hate me, screw ya
Bitch I started as your favorite rapper shooter (Brap, Brap, Brap)
It's cold in the city, roll with a milli
Grind on 10, be home in a minute
Rap so long I could blow any minute
Just met a new chick that'll blow if I'm with it
Ride for the Reps, dirty money baby life is a mess
No ice on ya chest, I can tell why you're stressed
But I'm busy getting paid, I connect your connects
The realest niggas in the city
The realest niggas in the city
The realest niggas in the city
I wouldn't say realest nigga alive
But I don't know none of these guys
The realest niggas in the city
These bitches there, they rolling with me
'Cause all the realest niggas they in the city
Would say the realest motherf*cker alive
But I don't really give a f*ck about those guys (oh yeah)
This right here that trill shit
This that shit the hoes like
This that make that mill shit
Counting paper for the whole night
This that take yo girl shit, California was a long flight
Rodeo Drive spent 85 on my day one's, they load twice
To be blessed by the best
3 Guns nothing less
We on, f*ck the best
And all my niggas want the check
The money and power plus the respect
And I promise nothing less
I'm repping my team, I put my whole hood on this cream
They gotta f*ck with that
Word up we the
The realest niggas in the city
The realest niggas in the city
The realest niggas in the city
I wouldn't say realest nigga alive
But I don't know none of these guys
The realest niggas in the city
These bitches there, they rolling with me
'Cause all the realest niggas they in the city
Would say the realest motherf*cker alive
But I don't really give a f*ck about those guys (oh yeah)
Uh, uh, uh
Realest motherf*cker alive (We the realest)
We the, We the realest niggas
Realest motherf*cker alive
We the realest
We the realest
We the, we the realest niggas
On my way downtown for the girl who got the guarantee
Man I kill the town, seven seater in the Cherokee
White on white ghost, that's my little Amber Rose
Let the top peel back, let 'Sauga see the map
Little shawty from the way used to have a thing for me
Take the bricks up out the Benz, now the whole team straight
We ain't speaking for the city, we just talking bout the block
Yeah the whole team hot
Yeah the whole team hot and you know it
Its paper, we blow it
Those niggas I roll with they got the thing for the 40
We riding through (yeah) that's what you 'posed to do (yeah)
When you the realest
The realest niggas in the city
The realest niggas in the city
The realest niggas in the city
I wouldn't say realest nigga alive
But I don't know none of these guys
The realest niggas in the city
These bitches there, they rolling with me
'Cause all the realest niggas they in the city
Would say the realest motherf*cker alive
But I don't really give a f*ck about those guys (oh yeah)
Raising hell when I wrote this in the cell and posted bail
Man my boy just got convicted for a M and got an L
When yo mama got a rap sheet as long as yours you know its real
Got a package through the mail
Whipped that then sold it to the mayor
I turn peasants into kings, I made winners out of losers
Say you love me, better suck me, I turn women into Hoovers
Praise the Lord hallelujah, Jesus pieces from the jeweler
Hate me, screw ya
Bitch I started as your favorite rapper shooter (Brap, Brap, Brap)
It's cold in the city, roll with a milli
Grind on 10, be home in a minute
Rap so long I could blow any minute
Just met a new chick that'll blow if I'm with it
Ride for the Reps, dirty money baby life is a mess
No ice on ya chest, I can tell why you're stressed
But I'm busy getting paid, I connect your connects
The realest niggas in the city
The realest niggas in the city
The realest niggas in the city
I wouldn't say realest nigga alive
But I don't know none of these guys
The realest niggas in the city
These bitches there, they rolling with me
'Cause all the realest niggas they in the city
Would say the realest motherf*cker alive
But I don't really give a f*ck about those guys (oh yeah)
This right here that trill shit
This that shit the hoes like
This that make that mill shit
Counting paper for the whole night
This that take yo girl shit, California was a long flight
Rodeo Drive spent 85 on my day one's, they load twice
To be blessed by the best
3 Guns nothing less
We on, f*ck the best
And all my niggas want the check
The money and power plus the respect
And I promise nothing less
I'm repping my team, I put my whole hood on this cream
They gotta f*ck with that
Word up we the
The realest niggas in the city
The realest niggas in the city
The realest niggas in the city
I wouldn't say realest nigga alive
But I don't know none of these guys
The realest niggas in the city
These bitches there, they rolling with me
'Cause all the realest niggas they in the city
Would say the realest motherf*cker alive
But I don't really give a f*ck about those guys (oh yeah)
Uh, uh, uh
Realest motherf*cker alive (We the realest)
We the, We the realest niggas
Realest motherf*cker alive
We the realest
We the realest
We the, we the realest niggas
Writer: MATTHEW SAMUELS, STEPHEN KOZMENIUK, BRETT KRUGER, ZALE EPSTEIN, RAYNFORD HUMPHREY, ROBERT WILLIAMS, JAHRON BRATHWAITE
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Society of Composers, Authors and Music Publishers of Canada (SOCAN), Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
For Certain
We didn't vibe on the first night
But you're so enticing
We didn't vibe then
But now I want you
So, I-I-I, pure desire
So, heart racing, entire body saying, "Ah-ooh-ah"
I want you to make you my girlfriend, yeah
Wait till the world ends
Bad man deserves ya
Bad man buy Birkins
For you, for certain
Search, I've been searching
Whoa, I, I-
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
Tried on the first night, I
Extended my hand and let go of my pride
I got a bottle of '42 I could pour for you
I'm not saying no tonight, hey, I-
While you dance, I'ma hold you tight
You know how I want you
And sometimes I feel like I need you
The pressure of love
The pressure of love, oh-whoa
And so, I-I-I, pure desire
So, heart racing, entire body saying, "Ah-ooh-ah"
I want you to make you my girlfriend, yeah
Wait till the world ends
Bad man deserves ya
Bad man buy Birkins
For you, for certain
Search, I've been searching
Whoa, I, I-
And I want you
Hey, y'all headed home?
Yeah, what are you gonna do?
I don't know, I don't know, I think I might hit a few more spots and stay out a little longer
Okay, I guess I'll see you when you get home
Mmm-hmm
But you're so enticing
We didn't vibe then
But now I want you
So, I-I-I, pure desire
So, heart racing, entire body saying, "Ah-ooh-ah"
I want you to make you my girlfriend, yeah
Wait till the world ends
Bad man deserves ya
Bad man buy Birkins
For you, for certain
Search, I've been searching
Whoa, I, I-
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
And I want you
Tried on the first night, I
Extended my hand and let go of my pride
I got a bottle of '42 I could pour for you
I'm not saying no tonight, hey, I-
While you dance, I'ma hold you tight
You know how I want you
And sometimes I feel like I need you
The pressure of love
The pressure of love, oh-whoa
And so, I-I-I, pure desire
So, heart racing, entire body saying, "Ah-ooh-ah"
I want you to make you my girlfriend, yeah
Wait till the world ends
Bad man deserves ya
Bad man buy Birkins
For you, for certain
Search, I've been searching
Whoa, I, I-
And I want you
Hey, y'all headed home?
Yeah, what are you gonna do?
I don't know, I don't know, I think I might hit a few more spots and stay out a little longer
Okay, I guess I'll see you when you get home
Mmm-hmm
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Sorry Im Outside
I shouldn't even be outside
I got somebody inside waiting on me
And I'm playing with their emotions, emotions, sorry
But I'm outside tonight
I might pull up to 40 Love with forty of 'em
What's the f*ck if you know I don't love 'em?
Cold-blooded but it's warmer than an oven
When I'm talking 'bout making love with
These bitches want to make sweet love to you too (Oh)
Damn, it makes me think that breaking up is stupid
Plus, you got two foreign's right outside of the crib
You can ride everyday
You can ride this dick everyday that you need it
It ain't no secret
And my bad if I come back and you won't talk to me (My bad)
You told me a couple days ago you off of me (My bad)
I know you lying, but I'm making it easier
And I know you're fine, I should be home
I shouldn't even be outside
I got somebody inside waiting on me
And I'm playing with their emotions, emotions, sorry
But I'm outside tonight
And I'm back on the block like it's hot
Popped the Hennessy, I did a lot
Think I need a little bit more
You don't know what it's like to be yours
And I ain't trying to blow up your spot
But, girl, you ain't wildin' out no more
Money keep piling up for sure
You can take me out the dog house for sure
'Cause I'm trying to tell ya
I'm still your fella, Rocafella
Even though I'm no teller (Shhh)
And I'm outside the crib
With a couple bitches
Doing dirt
Digging ditches
But I hope you'll only magnify my apologies
I'm standing ten-ten with every part of me (Part of me)
Carpe Diem, I ice you out like every week
Bought the Benz's 'cause it's so hard to part with a freak
And these bitches want to f*ck you
And I know you want to f*ck too
Let you know what I been up to
I shouldn't even be outside
I got somebody inside waiting on me
And I'm playing with their emotions, emotions, sorry
But I'm outside tonight
40 Love with forty of 'em
What's the f*ck if you know I don't love 'em?
Cold-blooded but it's warmer than an oven
When I'm talking 'bout making love with ya
These bitches want to make sweet love to you too (Oh)
Damn, it makes me think that breaking up is stupid
Look, I don't know what type of time you're on or what you really wanna do, but you're waisting my time, Jahron
Baby
No, I've been doing this with you for so long
What are you trying to say tho? I don't-
I'm trying to say I can't keep doing this
There's someone out there for you
And we love each other, but what are we doing?
Wait, what the f*ck?-
Jahron, you're not doing enough
You're the only nigga out here not focused on his bitch
You're not serious, man, like
You're not getting any younger and neither am I
Wait, what are you talking about? Are you serious?
Jahron, I'm dead serious
Are you, are you talking to someone else?
I got somebody inside waiting on me
And I'm playing with their emotions, emotions, sorry
But I'm outside tonight
I might pull up to 40 Love with forty of 'em
What's the f*ck if you know I don't love 'em?
Cold-blooded but it's warmer than an oven
When I'm talking 'bout making love with
These bitches want to make sweet love to you too (Oh)
Damn, it makes me think that breaking up is stupid
Plus, you got two foreign's right outside of the crib
You can ride everyday
You can ride this dick everyday that you need it
It ain't no secret
And my bad if I come back and you won't talk to me (My bad)
You told me a couple days ago you off of me (My bad)
I know you lying, but I'm making it easier
And I know you're fine, I should be home
I shouldn't even be outside
I got somebody inside waiting on me
And I'm playing with their emotions, emotions, sorry
But I'm outside tonight
And I'm back on the block like it's hot
Popped the Hennessy, I did a lot
Think I need a little bit more
You don't know what it's like to be yours
And I ain't trying to blow up your spot
But, girl, you ain't wildin' out no more
Money keep piling up for sure
You can take me out the dog house for sure
'Cause I'm trying to tell ya
I'm still your fella, Rocafella
Even though I'm no teller (Shhh)
And I'm outside the crib
With a couple bitches
Doing dirt
Digging ditches
But I hope you'll only magnify my apologies
I'm standing ten-ten with every part of me (Part of me)
Carpe Diem, I ice you out like every week
Bought the Benz's 'cause it's so hard to part with a freak
And these bitches want to f*ck you
And I know you want to f*ck too
Let you know what I been up to
I shouldn't even be outside
I got somebody inside waiting on me
And I'm playing with their emotions, emotions, sorry
But I'm outside tonight
40 Love with forty of 'em
What's the f*ck if you know I don't love 'em?
Cold-blooded but it's warmer than an oven
When I'm talking 'bout making love with ya
These bitches want to make sweet love to you too (Oh)
Damn, it makes me think that breaking up is stupid
Look, I don't know what type of time you're on or what you really wanna do, but you're waisting my time, Jahron
Baby
No, I've been doing this with you for so long
What are you trying to say tho? I don't-
I'm trying to say I can't keep doing this
There's someone out there for you
And we love each other, but what are we doing?
Wait, what the f*ck?-
Jahron, you're not doing enough
You're the only nigga out here not focused on his bitch
You're not serious, man, like
You're not getting any younger and neither am I
Wait, what are you talking about? Are you serious?
Jahron, I'm dead serious
Are you, are you talking to someone else?
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Real Woman
Now I'm with a model that's taller than me
The way she looking, she been eating for a week
I checked her booking, she been busy for a week
She and her girls, I ain't even gotta creep
Do what she want, yeah
Everything she ever wanted
Give me just what I want, yeah
That's the type, that's the type of girl
I'd make my wifey
That's the type, that's the type of girl
I'd give the chains and the cherry-red Bentley
That's the type, that's the type of bitch
I tell her friends that he can't do it like me
I'm so proud of her
She made me real proud of her
And the bitch so pricey, yeah
I spent mills on her, and I put trends on her
Think you're my real woman
Hollywood Barry ain't got nothing on her
She can't wait to hear ain't got nothing on her
I'm dropping some dead prez as a bonus
I'm locking it in till the very end
Shawty met a boss like me
And put a hundred down on a condo downtown with me
Shawty is experienced
Put a period when we drunk driving in that Bentley
Last night, we were sipping Henny, and now we're doing deals
Tomorrow, we'll be hungover but hanging here, baby
Life is good, the worst is over now
I bet love ain't never made more sense than right now
Okay, it's 4 a.m., and I'm about to turn these lights down
But first, I'm about to tell you how I'm proud
Hey, now watch how
I spent mills on ya, and I put trends on ya
Girl, you're my real woman
Hollywood Barry ain't got nothing on her
She can't wait to hear ain't got nothing on her
I'm dropping some dead prez as a bonus
I'm locking it in till the very end
The way she looking, she been eating for a week
I checked her booking, she been busy for a week
She and her girls, I ain't even gotta creep
Do what she want, yeah
Everything she ever wanted
Give me just what I want, yeah
That's the type, that's the type of girl
I'd make my wifey
That's the type, that's the type of girl
I'd give the chains and the cherry-red Bentley
That's the type, that's the type of bitch
I tell her friends that he can't do it like me
I'm so proud of her
She made me real proud of her
And the bitch so pricey, yeah
I spent mills on her, and I put trends on her
Think you're my real woman
Hollywood Barry ain't got nothing on her
She can't wait to hear ain't got nothing on her
I'm dropping some dead prez as a bonus
I'm locking it in till the very end
Shawty met a boss like me
And put a hundred down on a condo downtown with me
Shawty is experienced
Put a period when we drunk driving in that Bentley
Last night, we were sipping Henny, and now we're doing deals
Tomorrow, we'll be hungover but hanging here, baby
Life is good, the worst is over now
I bet love ain't never made more sense than right now
Okay, it's 4 a.m., and I'm about to turn these lights down
But first, I'm about to tell you how I'm proud
Hey, now watch how
I spent mills on ya, and I put trends on ya
Girl, you're my real woman
Hollywood Barry ain't got nothing on her
She can't wait to hear ain't got nothing on her
I'm dropping some dead prez as a bonus
I'm locking it in till the very end
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A Mothers Prayer
God, I pray that Jahron will know You for himself
Saturate his soul, mind, and body with Your presence
Remind him to share his time with those who love him dearly
Guide him through life's journey
Saturate his soul, mind, and body with Your presence
Remind him to share his time with those who love him dearly
Guide him through life's journey
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Family
I miss my brother, I miss my family
I was the way out
The way that we was supposed to eat
Trapping out with Warren
'Sauga City saints, so you know where we bury
Mariah, I'll carry ya
It's a long way from Ontario
Whoa, turn me up
Yeah, I miss my dawgs
When the night time calls
I see my dawgs, I mean that
When the night turn dawn to the morning, I say
I miss the family
It was a tragedy how we suffered
I hope that one day we dap up and peace up
I hope you know from me it's all love
Issa family, yeah, yeah
To my brothers in the city, I see ya
We rocking Rolex in the PJ, and we finna build it
We rolling blunts up in roses to the ceiling, oh
Smoking, oh
Miss ya till I die, Abdullah
RIP, I see ya
Don't know what I did to ya
But I'll see ya, I'll be with ya
Homie on the left side, he's riding for me
For me, oh
I miss my brother, I miss my family
I was the way out
The way that we was supposed to eat
Trapping out with Warren
'Sauga City saints, so you know where we bury
Mariah, I'll carry ya
It's a long way from Ontario
Whoa, turn me up
Yeah, I miss my dawgs
When the night time calls
I see my dawgs, I mean that
When the night turn dawn to the morning, I say
I miss the family
It was a tragedy how we suffered
I hope that one day we dap up and peace up
I hope you know from me it's all love
Issa family, yeah, yeah
I miss the family
It was a tragedy how we suffered
I hope that one day we dap up and peace up
I hope you know from me it's all love
Issa family, yeah, yeah
I was the way out
The way that we was supposed to eat
Trapping out with Warren
'Sauga City saints, so you know where we bury
Mariah, I'll carry ya
It's a long way from Ontario
Whoa, turn me up
Yeah, I miss my dawgs
When the night time calls
I see my dawgs, I mean that
When the night turn dawn to the morning, I say
I miss the family
It was a tragedy how we suffered
I hope that one day we dap up and peace up
I hope you know from me it's all love
Issa family, yeah, yeah
To my brothers in the city, I see ya
We rocking Rolex in the PJ, and we finna build it
We rolling blunts up in roses to the ceiling, oh
Smoking, oh
Miss ya till I die, Abdullah
RIP, I see ya
Don't know what I did to ya
But I'll see ya, I'll be with ya
Homie on the left side, he's riding for me
For me, oh
I miss my brother, I miss my family
I was the way out
The way that we was supposed to eat
Trapping out with Warren
'Sauga City saints, so you know where we bury
Mariah, I'll carry ya
It's a long way from Ontario
Whoa, turn me up
Yeah, I miss my dawgs
When the night time calls
I see my dawgs, I mean that
When the night turn dawn to the morning, I say
I miss the family
It was a tragedy how we suffered
I hope that one day we dap up and peace up
I hope you know from me it's all love
Issa family, yeah, yeah
I miss the family
It was a tragedy how we suffered
I hope that one day we dap up and peace up
I hope you know from me it's all love
Issa family, yeah, yeah
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Resentment
There you go
Still running from all of your problems
Shawty turned to the running man
Soon as she faces drama
You ain't going to keep me out your past
You ain't going to keep turning your back
I won't keep standing for it
Will I be going through your mind?
Staying out past 5:00
And you know you're going to get checked for it
Respect is what I need, but don't get
All that I do is resent you, girl (Woah, woah)
Respect ain't so hard to get
But you don't even attempt to figure yourself out (Yourself out)
When in doubt, you run
When in doubt, you run (Yeah, yeah)
When in doubt, when in doubt, you run
Domino
Look at the domino effect that is happening
Thinking about getting even, but I ain't even aspire to get that low
I just want to know what we're waiting for, baby
I won't keep bringing up the past
I won't keep trying to run it back
I won't keep standing for it (Lack of respect)
Will I be going through your mind?
Staying out past 5:00
And you know you're going to get checked for it (Lack of respect)
Respect is what I need, but don't get
All that I do is resent you, girl (Lack of respect)
Respect ain't so hard to get
But you don't even attempt to figure yourself out (Lack of respet)
When in doubt, you run
I know it, babe, better than anyone
When in doubt, you run (Yeah, yeah)
When in doubt, when in doubt, you run
Still running from all of your problems
Shawty turned to the running man
Soon as she faces drama
You ain't going to keep me out your past
You ain't going to keep turning your back
I won't keep standing for it
Will I be going through your mind?
Staying out past 5:00
And you know you're going to get checked for it
Respect is what I need, but don't get
All that I do is resent you, girl (Woah, woah)
Respect ain't so hard to get
But you don't even attempt to figure yourself out (Yourself out)
When in doubt, you run
When in doubt, you run (Yeah, yeah)
When in doubt, when in doubt, you run
Domino
Look at the domino effect that is happening
Thinking about getting even, but I ain't even aspire to get that low
I just want to know what we're waiting for, baby
I won't keep bringing up the past
I won't keep trying to run it back
I won't keep standing for it (Lack of respect)
Will I be going through your mind?
Staying out past 5:00
And you know you're going to get checked for it (Lack of respect)
Respect is what I need, but don't get
All that I do is resent you, girl (Lack of respect)
Respect ain't so hard to get
But you don't even attempt to figure yourself out (Lack of respet)
When in doubt, you run
I know it, babe, better than anyone
When in doubt, you run (Yeah, yeah)
When in doubt, when in doubt, you run
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PartyNextDoor 4 (shortened to P4) is the fourth studio album by Canadian singer PartyNextDoor, released through OVO Sound and the Santa Anna Label Group.
Unlike his previous projects, the album features no guest appearances, however it features production from PartyNextDoor himself, 40, Cardiak and OG Parker, alongside others.
It is his first album in four years since the release of Partymobile (2020), and marks the first installment of his eponymous album series in over seven years since PartyNextDoor 3 in 2016.
Performed By:
PartynextdoorUnlike his previous projects, the album features no guest appearances, however it features production from PartyNextDoor himself, 40, Cardiak and OG Parker, alongside others.
It is his first album in four years since the release of Partymobile (2020), and marks the first installment of his eponymous album series in over seven years since PartyNextDoor 3 in 2016.
Producer(s): PartyNextDoor, 40, Alex Lustig, Aliby, Bizness Boi, CandyChyld, Cardiak, Christopher Bivens, Eli Brown, G. Ry, Habib Defoundoux, Harv, Hyprwrld, Instinct, Kddo, Maneesh, Niketaz, Niko, Nonstop Da Hitman, Nuki, OG Parker, Prep Bijan, Scandi, Travis Marsh
Length: 45:51
Released: April 26th, 2024
Year: 2024