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TrapStar Turnt PopStar Album
by  PnB Rock


PnB Rock - TrapStar Turnt PopStar Lyrics



  1. Dreamin
  2. I Need More
  3. Deez Streetz
  4. Go to Mars
  5. Penny Proud
  6. MIDDLE CHILD
  7. Nowadays
  8. Now Or Never 2.0
  9. Swervin
  10. I Like Girls
  11. All These Bandz
  12. Put You On
  13. Stage Fright
  14. Choosin
  15. My Ex
  16. ABCD (Friend Zone)
  17. How It Feels

Dreamin


Yeah, yeah
+
What you want?
+
What you want? Ayy
+
Sometimes I wake up and I feel like that I'm dreaming (dream)
+
A nigga made it out the mud, I can't believe it ('lieve)
+
I know a couple niggas wanna see me bleeding (bleed)
+
Shots fired, man down, I ain't breathing (bleed, bu-bu-bu)
+
I told them pussy niggas catch me when they see me (yeah)
+
I got a bad little bitch and she conceited (conceited)
+
Sometimes I text her back she don't even read it (read it)
+
And she say she love me but you know I don't believe it (believe it)
+
You know I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm a demon (bitch)
+
Put some VVs in my teeth, now I'm always cheesing (ice, ice)
+
Went to sleep with all my ice, I woke up freezing (freeze)
+
F*ck a bad bitch then you know she leaving (yeah)
+
I'm a hot nigga on the block, nigga with a Glock (with a Glock)
+
See a opp, then his body drop, nigga, f*ck the cops (doot doot)
+
They can't stop this, lawyer money, bail money busting out of my pocket
+
Niggas hating on me and gang 'cause we takin' off like a rocket
+
And my bitch bad, she a mixed freak (she a mixed freak)
+
Ride that dick fast like a six-speed (ride it like a six-speed)
+
We blowing cash, spend it quickly
+
I wonder, when I die will they miss me?
+
Sometimes I wake up and I feel like that I'm dreaming (dream)
+
A nigga made it out the mud, I can't believe it ('lieve)
+
I know a couple niggas wanna see me bleeding (bleed)
+
Shots fired, man down, I ain't breathing (bleed, bu-bu-bu)
+
I told them pussy niggas catch me when they see me (yeah)
+
I got a bad little bitch and she conceited (conceited)
+
Sometimes I text her back she don't even read it (read it)
+
And she say she love me but you know I don't believe it (believe it)
+
Never thought I'd live like this, all these bust downs on my wrist
+
Two hoes sucking on my dick, champagne coming out my piss
+
Thirty thousand for my drip, thirty hanging on my hip
+
New blue hundreds, yeah, they crisp
+
I take them racks out the bank and I spend it (damn)
+
All my young niggas got bodies, they just came off a trip (yeah)
+
Spin the block and caught a opp, they left his brains in the field (Bu-bu-bu)
+
He was all on Instagram, he thought that shit was a joke
+
Gofundme, link that shit and got broke
+
Mama cryin' 'cause she can't pay that bill
+
Bullets flyin', man, I know how that feel
+
Duck behind all them cars as a shield
+
When I die, well, I ain't gon' cry, be the only one in my will
+
'Cause that's the only real love that I feel, for real
+
Sometimes I wake up and I feel like that I'm dreaming (dream)
+
A nigga made it out the mud, I can't believe it ('lieve)
+
I know a couple niggas wanna see me bleeding (bleed)
+
Shots fired, man down, I ain't breathing (bleed, bu-bu-bu)
+
I told them pussy niggas catch me when they see me (yeah)
+
I got a bad little bitch and she conceited (conceited)
+
Sometimes I text her back she don't even read it (read it)
+
And she say she love me but you know I don't believe it (believe it)
+
(Don't believe it)
+
(I know some niggas hanging with me, they be scheming)
+
(Yeah, huh, don't believe it)
+
(Thinkin' they gon' catch me lacking, man they dreaming)
+
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Yeah, yeah
+
What you want?
+
What you want? Ayy
+
Sometimes I wake up and I feel like that I'm dreaming (dream)
+
A nigga made it out the mud, I can't believe it ('lieve)
+
I know a couple niggas wanna see me bleeding (bleed)
+
Shots fired, man down, I ain't breathing (bleed, bu-bu-bu)
+
I told them pussy niggas catch me when they see me (yeah)
+
I got a bad little bitch and she conceited (conceited)
+
Sometimes I text her back she don't even read it (read it)
+
And she say she love me but you know I don't believe it (believe it)
+
You know I don't give a f*ck 'cause I'm a demon (bitch)
+
Put some VVs in my teeth, now I'm always cheesing (ice, ice)
+
Went to sleep with all my ice, I woke up freezing (freeze)
+
F*ck a bad bitch then you know she leaving (yeah)
+
I'm a hot nigga on the block, nigga with a Glock (with a Glock)
+
See a opp, then his body drop, nigga, f*ck the cops (doot doot)
+
They can't stop this, lawyer money, bail money busting out of my pocket
+
Niggas hating on me and gang 'cause we takin' off like a rocket
+
And my bitch bad, she a mixed freak (she a mixed freak)
+
Ride that dick fast like a six-speed (ride it like a six-speed)
+
We blowing cash, spend it quickly
+
I wonder, when I die will they miss me?
+
Sometimes I wake up and I feel like that I'm dreaming (dream)
+
A nigga made it out the mud, I can't believe it ('lieve)
+
I know a couple niggas wanna see me bleeding (bleed)
+
Shots fired, man down, I ain't breathing (bleed, bu-bu-bu)
+
I told them pussy niggas catch me when they see me (yeah)
+
I got a bad little bitch and she conceited (conceited)
+
Sometimes I text her back she don't even read it (read it)
+
And she say she love me but you know I don't believe it (believe it)
+
Never thought I'd live like this, all these bust downs on my wrist
+
Two hoes sucking on my dick, champagne coming out my piss
+
Thirty thousand for my drip, thirty hanging on my hip
+
New blue hundreds, yeah, they crisp
+
I take them racks out the bank and I spend it (damn)
+
All my young niggas got bodies, they just came off a trip (yeah)
+
Spin the block and caught a opp, they left his brains in the field (Bu-bu-bu)
+
He was all on Instagram, he thought that shit was a joke
+
Gofundme, link that shit and got broke
+
Mama cryin' 'cause she can't pay that bill
+
Bullets flyin', man, I know how that feel
+
Duck behind all them cars as a shield
+
When I die, well, I ain't gon' cry, be the only one in my will
+
'Cause that's the only real love that I feel, for real
+
Sometimes I wake up and I feel like that I'm dreaming (dream)
+
A nigga made it out the mud, I can't believe it ('lieve)
+
I know a couple niggas wanna see me bleeding (bleed)
+
Shots fired, man down, I ain't breathing (bleed, bu-bu-bu)
+
I told them pussy niggas catch me when they see me (yeah)
+
I got a bad little bitch and she conceited (conceited)
+
Sometimes I text her back she don't even read it (read it)
+
And she say she love me but you know I don't believe it (believe it)
+
(Don't believe it)
+
(I know some niggas hanging with me, they be scheming)
+
(Yeah, huh, don't believe it)
+
(Thinkin' they gon' catch me lacking, man they dreaming)
+
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Writer: Maurice Walker, Rakim Hasheem Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




I Need More


Got it on smash
+
Girl, you keep flexing on your ex, ain't on my level
+
Hitmaka
+
Yeah
+
He can f*ck you good, but I can f*ck you better (yeah, yeah)
+
Girl, you keep flexing on your ex, ain't on my level
+
This shit keep coming, I keep hunnids on my schedule (bands)
+
Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel (ice, ice, ice)
+
Pockets swole (but I need more, I need more)
+
Wrist on froze (but I need more, but I need more)
+
Copped the Rolls (but I need more, I need more)
+
Yeah (but I need more)
+
Who in the hell would thought I would be here
+
Singin', rappin' and makin' these millions?
+
When I was just posted up, all on the block
+
I was trapping right front of the buildings
+
Mama said, "Boy, you keep stressing me out
+
Too caught up in these streets, they gon' kill you"
+
And she put me right out on the streets
+
But she said I would die, no, I ain't got no feelings
+
Drop the top, no, I ain't got no ceilings
+
I got my Glock when I walk in the building
+
Got a bad bitch and she how I'm comin'
+
She know I'm a hundred, she know I'm the realest
+
I get the check, she help me count it up
+
All of these hunnids, yeah we add it up
+
We be just popping them tags, yeah
+
I don't give a f*ck what's your past, yeah
+
You was f*cking all them lames
+
F*cking all those lames, way before you met me
+
But you know they ain't better than me
+
They ain't f*cking that check up like me
+
Don't get that pussy wetter than me
+
And them niggas ain't flexing like me
+
I'm the one that invest in your goals
+
Keep it real, girl, you already know
+
He can f*ck you good, but I can f*ck you better (yeah, yeah)
+
Girl, you keep flexing on your ex, ain't on my level
+
This shit keep coming, I keep hunnids on my schedule (bands)
+
Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel (ice, ice, ice)
+
Pockets swole (but I need more, I need more)
+
Wrist on froze (but I need more, but I need more)
+
Copped the Rolls (but I need more, I need more)
+
Yeah (but I need more)
+
I know these niggas, they hatin' us
+
All of these bitches, they hatin' us
+
Balencie', all different flavors
+
Gucci in all different flavors
+
When we be f*cking, I beat that shit down
+
You be screamin' so loud, waking neighbors up
+
I hit it good, you say "Daddy so good
+
I swear I need that right when I'm waking up"
+
Get you a bust down, young nigga up now
+
I just might go cop that Lambo (truck now)
+
All of these bad lil' bitches wanna (f*ck now)
+
We caught a opp out of bounds, that's a (touch down)
+
Brr, brr, brr, I still pull up with the stick
+
My lil' bitch, she super thick
+
Gave me that pussy, now she lit
+
I put that ice on her wrist
+
I got her pullin' up in all them foreigns
+
F*ck lame lil' nigga, he was boring
+
When he had you, he ain't know what he was doing
+
Yeah, I'm the one that invest in your goals
+
I'm the one, put that dick in your soul
+
Keep it real, girl, you already know
+
He can f*ck you good, but I can f*ck you better (f*ck you better)
+
Girl, you keep flexing on your ex, ain't on my level (your ex ain't on my level)
+
This shit keep coming, I keep hunnids on my schedule (keep hunnids on my schedule)
+
Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel (to get this ice all on my bezel)
+
Pockets swole (yeah, but I need more, I need more)
+
Wrist on froze (but I need more, but I need more)
+
Copped the Rolls (but I need more, I need more)
+
Yeah (but I need more)
+
Know what he was doin'
+
But I need more
+
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Got it on smash
+
Girl, you keep flexing on your ex, ain't on my level
+
Hitmaka
+
Yeah
+
He can f*ck you good, but I can f*ck you better (yeah, yeah)
+
Girl, you keep flexing on your ex, ain't on my level
+
This shit keep coming, I keep hunnids on my schedule (bands)
+
Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel (ice, ice, ice)
+
Pockets swole (but I need more, I need more)
+
Wrist on froze (but I need more, but I need more)
+
Copped the Rolls (but I need more, I need more)
+
Yeah (but I need more)
+
Who in the hell would thought I would be here
+
Singin', rappin' and makin' these millions?
+
When I was just posted up, all on the block
+
I was trapping right front of the buildings
+
Mama said, "Boy, you keep stressing me out
+
Too caught up in these streets, they gon' kill you"
+
And she put me right out on the streets
+
But she said I would die, no, I ain't got no feelings
+
Drop the top, no, I ain't got no ceilings
+
I got my Glock when I walk in the building
+
Got a bad bitch and she how I'm comin'
+
She know I'm a hundred, she know I'm the realest
+
I get the check, she help me count it up
+
All of these hunnids, yeah we add it up
+
We be just popping them tags, yeah
+
I don't give a f*ck what's your past, yeah
+
You was f*cking all them lames
+
F*cking all those lames, way before you met me
+
But you know they ain't better than me
+
They ain't f*cking that check up like me
+
Don't get that pussy wetter than me
+
And them niggas ain't flexing like me
+
I'm the one that invest in your goals
+
Keep it real, girl, you already know
+
He can f*ck you good, but I can f*ck you better (yeah, yeah)
+
Girl, you keep flexing on your ex, ain't on my level
+
This shit keep coming, I keep hunnids on my schedule (bands)
+
Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel (ice, ice, ice)
+
Pockets swole (but I need more, I need more)
+
Wrist on froze (but I need more, but I need more)
+
Copped the Rolls (but I need more, I need more)
+
Yeah (but I need more)
+
I know these niggas, they hatin' us
+
All of these bitches, they hatin' us
+
Balencie', all different flavors
+
Gucci in all different flavors
+
When we be f*cking, I beat that shit down
+
You be screamin' so loud, waking neighbors up
+
I hit it good, you say "Daddy so good
+
I swear I need that right when I'm waking up"
+
Get you a bust down, young nigga up now
+
I just might go cop that Lambo (truck now)
+
All of these bad lil' bitches wanna (f*ck now)
+
We caught a opp out of bounds, that's a (touch down)
+
Brr, brr, brr, I still pull up with the stick
+
My lil' bitch, she super thick
+
Gave me that pussy, now she lit
+
I put that ice on her wrist
+
I got her pullin' up in all them foreigns
+
F*ck lame lil' nigga, he was boring
+
When he had you, he ain't know what he was doing
+
Yeah, I'm the one that invest in your goals
+
I'm the one, put that dick in your soul
+
Keep it real, girl, you already know
+
He can f*ck you good, but I can f*ck you better (f*ck you better)
+
Girl, you keep flexing on your ex, ain't on my level (your ex ain't on my level)
+
This shit keep coming, I keep hunnids on my schedule (keep hunnids on my schedule)
+
Had to risk my life to get this ice all on my bezel (to get this ice all on my bezel)
+
Pockets swole (yeah, but I need more, I need more)
+
Wrist on froze (but I need more, but I need more)
+
Copped the Rolls (but I need more, I need more)
+
Yeah (but I need more)
+
Know what he was doin'
+
But I need more
+
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Writer: Christian Ward, Jordan Holt-May, Nickholas Baker, Rakim Hasheem Allen, Samuel Jimenez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Deez Streetz


Yeah
+
Done made it out this shit
+
Oh yeah
+
I had to get it out the mud, had to turn up, nigga, no sleep (sleep)
+
I used to want a hunnid bands, now I make a hunnid bands in a week (week)
+
I never really gave a f*ck about 'em, they ain't never cared about me (me)
+
And every time you see me out, you know I keep a strap case they try to creep (brrt)
+
JPays and the Green Dots, do that shit every week
+
Niggas get killed all over screenshots, Instagram, and the tweets (tweets)
+
Screamin' f*ck all the opps now, send the location, we can meet (meet)
+
Bitches f*ckin' for the clout now, name bad out in these streets (streets), damn
+
Uh, I'm losin' my sanity
+
I done been f*cked up all my life, this shit was planned for me (on God)
+
And I don't know nothin' 'bout that bitch, but she been stayin' with me
+
How you think I'm gon' trust that bitch? I don't trust my own family (no)
+
And this shit was plain to see, them niggas, they wasn't really gang with me (gang)
+
I ain't have nowhere to sleep, tell me who was out there in the rain with me? (Huh?)
+
This money controllin' me (controllin'), the streets got a hold of me (goddamn)
+
Lil' shawty wanna roll with me (yeah), she give her all to me
+
I was runnin' them racks up, had to get it, I don't waste time (bands)
+
I f*ck up a check all on my neck, young nigga shine (ice, ice, ice)
+
I'm speedin', yeah, I'm racin' (skrrt)
+
I'm rollin' in the matrix (the matrix)
+
Lil' shawty, yeah, she naked (she naked)
+
Can't f*ck that ho, she basic
+
I had to get it out the mud, had to turn up, nigga, no sleep (sleep)
+
I used to want a hunnid bands, now I make a hunnid bands in a week (week)
+
I never really gave a f*ck about 'em, they ain't never cared about me (me)
+
And every time you see me out, you know I keep a strap case they try to creep (brrt)
+
JPays and the Green Dots, do that shit every week
+
Niggas get killed all over screenshots, Instagram, and the tweets (tweets)
+
Screamin' f*ck all the opps now, send the location, we can meet (meet)
+
Bitches f*ckin' for the clout now, name bad out in these streets (streets), damn
+
And I'm good when I hang where it's dangerous (turn up)
+
I mix my Perc' with my pain (on God)
+
JPay so you can't complain (on God)
+
How the f*ck you broke with a name? (Yeah)
+
I risk my life for the gang (for the gang)
+
I like weed, not cocaine (cocaine)
+
No sneak diss, say it to your face (bitch)
+
My crayhead came with a K (yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
How you say family don't matter? Yeah
+
Police came and I scatter (scatter)
+
That Glock-30 come with a ladder, uh
+
Locked up, they won't let him out
+
Bet he come up dead for the clout (yeah)
+
How he shouldn't ran his mouth
+
How he shouldn't
+
Now he caught that bullet (that bullet)
+
Backwoods Cookie (Backwoods Cookie), uh
+
He a goofy (he a goofy)
+
Yeah, super goofy (super goofy), uh
+
Why the f*ck they didn't believe us?
+
Hope them niggas never need us
+
And I know a whole killer
+
But he turned into a diva
+
I had to get it out the mud, had to turn up, nigga, no sleep (sleep)
+
I used to want a hunnid bands, now I make a hunnid bands in a week (week)
+
I never really gave a f*ck about 'em, they ain't never cared about me (me)
+
And every time you see me out, you know I keep a strap case they try to creep (brrt)
+
JPays and the Green Dots, do that shit every week
+
Niggas get killed all over screenshots, Instagram, and the tweets (tweets)
+
Screamin' f*ck all the opps now, send the location, we can meet (meet)
+
Bitches f*ckin' for the clout now, name bad out in these streets (streets), damn
+
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Yeah
+
Done made it out this shit
+
Oh yeah
+
I had to get it out the mud, had to turn up, nigga, no sleep (sleep)
+
I used to want a hunnid bands, now I make a hunnid bands in a week (week)
+
I never really gave a f*ck about 'em, they ain't never cared about me (me)
+
And every time you see me out, you know I keep a strap case they try to creep (brrt)
+
JPays and the Green Dots, do that shit every week
+
Niggas get killed all over screenshots, Instagram, and the tweets (tweets)
+
Screamin' f*ck all the opps now, send the location, we can meet (meet)
+
Bitches f*ckin' for the clout now, name bad out in these streets (streets), damn
+
Uh, I'm losin' my sanity
+
I done been f*cked up all my life, this shit was planned for me (on God)
+
And I don't know nothin' 'bout that bitch, but she been stayin' with me
+
How you think I'm gon' trust that bitch? I don't trust my own family (no)
+
And this shit was plain to see, them niggas, they wasn't really gang with me (gang)
+
I ain't have nowhere to sleep, tell me who was out there in the rain with me? (Huh?)
+
This money controllin' me (controllin'), the streets got a hold of me (goddamn)
+
Lil' shawty wanna roll with me (yeah), she give her all to me
+
I was runnin' them racks up, had to get it, I don't waste time (bands)
+
I f*ck up a check all on my neck, young nigga shine (ice, ice, ice)
+
I'm speedin', yeah, I'm racin' (skrrt)
+
I'm rollin' in the matrix (the matrix)
+
Lil' shawty, yeah, she naked (she naked)
+
Can't f*ck that ho, she basic
+
I had to get it out the mud, had to turn up, nigga, no sleep (sleep)
+
I used to want a hunnid bands, now I make a hunnid bands in a week (week)
+
I never really gave a f*ck about 'em, they ain't never cared about me (me)
+
And every time you see me out, you know I keep a strap case they try to creep (brrt)
+
JPays and the Green Dots, do that shit every week
+
Niggas get killed all over screenshots, Instagram, and the tweets (tweets)
+
Screamin' f*ck all the opps now, send the location, we can meet (meet)
+
Bitches f*ckin' for the clout now, name bad out in these streets (streets), damn
+
And I'm good when I hang where it's dangerous (turn up)
+
I mix my Perc' with my pain (on God)
+
JPay so you can't complain (on God)
+
How the f*ck you broke with a name? (Yeah)
+
I risk my life for the gang (for the gang)
+
I like weed, not cocaine (cocaine)
+
No sneak diss, say it to your face (bitch)
+
My crayhead came with a K (yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
How you say family don't matter? Yeah
+
Police came and I scatter (scatter)
+
That Glock-30 come with a ladder, uh
+
Locked up, they won't let him out
+
Bet he come up dead for the clout (yeah)
+
How he shouldn't ran his mouth
+
How he shouldn't
+
Now he caught that bullet (that bullet)
+
Backwoods Cookie (Backwoods Cookie), uh
+
He a goofy (he a goofy)
+
Yeah, super goofy (super goofy), uh
+
Why the f*ck they didn't believe us?
+
Hope them niggas never need us
+
And I know a whole killer
+
But he turned into a diva
+
I had to get it out the mud, had to turn up, nigga, no sleep (sleep)
+
I used to want a hunnid bands, now I make a hunnid bands in a week (week)
+
I never really gave a f*ck about 'em, they ain't never cared about me (me)
+
And every time you see me out, you know I keep a strap case they try to creep (brrt)
+
JPays and the Green Dots, do that shit every week
+
Niggas get killed all over screenshots, Instagram, and the tweets (tweets)
+
Screamin' f*ck all the opps now, send the location, we can meet (meet)
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Bitches f*ckin' for the clout now, name bad out in these streets (streets), damn
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Writer: Andrew Franklin, Brandon Chase Korn, Durk Banks, Rakim Hasheem Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Go to Mars


Fast whip, foreign cars
+
With a bad bitch, she f*ck me like a porn star
+
We be blowin' cash quick like it's no tomorrow
+
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars
+
Shit, I'm talkin' fast whips (yeah, yeah), foreign cars (foreign cars)
+
With a bad bitch, she f*ck me like a porn star (like a porn star)
+
We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow
+
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
+
Fast whips (fast whips)
+
Bad bitch (bitch)
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Ridin' 'round the city smokin' on that gas, bitch (on that)
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On the way to Rodeo, she into fashion (skrrt, skrrt)
+
She the type to go f*ck up a bag quick (yeah)
+
Flex on 'em (flex)
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F*ck up a check on 'em (check)
+
Ice on my neck on 'em (bitch)
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Ice on my neck on 'em (bitch)
+
Ice on my wrist, bitch (whoa)
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I got 'em sick, bitch (bitch)
+
Young nigga lit, bitch (bitch)
+
Young nigga rich, bitch (woo)
+
New whip alert (woo)
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New bitch alert (yeah)
+
New drip alert (yeah)
+
I got they feelings hurt (oh yeah)
+
All in my pockets, yeah, they got the blues
+
All of my bitches, they come in twos
+
Don't come too close, you not takin' my jewels
+
Try me, I swear, you makin' the news, yeah, yeah
+
Fast whips (yeah, yeah), foreign cars (foreign cars)
+
With a bad bitch, she f*ck me like a porn star (like a porn star)
+
We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow
+
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
+
Shit, I'm talkin' fast whips (skrrt, skrrt), foreign cars (yeah)
+
With a bad bitch, she f*ck me like a porn star (like a porn star)
+
We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow
+
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
+
Walk in the mall, I got cash (cash)
+
Don't even ask for the price (naw)
+
She so excited to f*ck, she gon' remember this for the rest of her life (no cap)
+
If you wanna f*ck me, bitch (bit), you gotta go through the guys (gang)
+
Look at the flick of the wrist (bang), I payed a hundred for my ice
+
If it cross yo' mind to take my chain, you don't give a f*ck about life (bitch)
+
Middle of the day, I'm f*ckin' tonight and that's how I'm endin' my night (she know that)
+
This AP'll light up yo' life (bang), this Draco'll light up the night (bang)
+
You owe me money? Pull up with mine, you know I ain't tellin' you twice
+
'Cause that choppa like yo' ace, bitch, it ain't gon' miss you, nigga (bang, bang)
+
And God really with you if I missed you, nigga (bang, bang)
+
Switchin' lanes in that Tiger, that's a Bentley, nigga (skrrt)
+
I f*ck with Rock the long way, Detroit to Philly, nigga
+
Fast whips (yeah, yeah), foreign cars (foreign cars)
+
With a bad bitch, she f*ck me like a porn star (like a porn star)
+
We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow
+
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
+
Shit, I'm talkin' fast whips (skrrt, skrrt), foreign cars (yeah)
+
With a bad bitch, she f*ck me like a porn star (like a porn star)
+
We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow
+
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah, bitch)
+
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Fast whip, foreign cars
+
With a bad bitch, she f*ck me like a porn star
+
We be blowin' cash quick like it's no tomorrow
+
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars
+
Shit, I'm talkin' fast whips (yeah, yeah), foreign cars (foreign cars)
+
With a bad bitch, she f*ck me like a porn star (like a porn star)
+
We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow
+
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
+
Fast whips (fast whips)
+
Bad bitch (bitch)
+
Ridin' 'round the city smokin' on that gas, bitch (on that)
+
On the way to Rodeo, she into fashion (skrrt, skrrt)
+
She the type to go f*ck up a bag quick (yeah)
+
Flex on 'em (flex)
+
F*ck up a check on 'em (check)
+
Ice on my neck on 'em (bitch)
+
Ice on my neck on 'em (bitch)
+
Ice on my wrist, bitch (whoa)
+
I got 'em sick, bitch (bitch)
+
Young nigga lit, bitch (bitch)
+
Young nigga rich, bitch (woo)
+
New whip alert (woo)
+
New bitch alert (yeah)
+
New drip alert (yeah)
+
I got they feelings hurt (oh yeah)
+
All in my pockets, yeah, they got the blues
+
All of my bitches, they come in twos
+
Don't come too close, you not takin' my jewels
+
Try me, I swear, you makin' the news, yeah, yeah
+
Fast whips (yeah, yeah), foreign cars (foreign cars)
+
With a bad bitch, she f*ck me like a porn star (like a porn star)
+
We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow
+
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
+
Shit, I'm talkin' fast whips (skrrt, skrrt), foreign cars (yeah)
+
With a bad bitch, she f*ck me like a porn star (like a porn star)
+
We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow
+
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
+
Walk in the mall, I got cash (cash)
+
Don't even ask for the price (naw)
+
She so excited to f*ck, she gon' remember this for the rest of her life (no cap)
+
If you wanna f*ck me, bitch (bit), you gotta go through the guys (gang)
+
Look at the flick of the wrist (bang), I payed a hundred for my ice
+
If it cross yo' mind to take my chain, you don't give a f*ck about life (bitch)
+
Middle of the day, I'm f*ckin' tonight and that's how I'm endin' my night (she know that)
+
This AP'll light up yo' life (bang), this Draco'll light up the night (bang)
+
You owe me money? Pull up with mine, you know I ain't tellin' you twice
+
'Cause that choppa like yo' ace, bitch, it ain't gon' miss you, nigga (bang, bang)
+
And God really with you if I missed you, nigga (bang, bang)
+
Switchin' lanes in that Tiger, that's a Bentley, nigga (skrrt)
+
I f*ck with Rock the long way, Detroit to Philly, nigga
+
Fast whips (yeah, yeah), foreign cars (foreign cars)
+
With a bad bitch, she f*ck me like a porn star (like a porn star)
+
We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow
+
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
+
Shit, I'm talkin' fast whips (skrrt, skrrt), foreign cars (yeah)
+
With a bad bitch, she f*ck me like a porn star (like a porn star)
+
We be blowin' cash quick (blow that shit) like it's no tomorrow
+
When we get so high, be so high, we might just go to Mars (yeah, yeah, bitch)
+
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Writer: Edgar Ferrera, Rakim Hasheem Allen, Terry Wallace Sanchez Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Penny Proud


Smash Bros
+
Oh yeah
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Yeah, yeah
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I got money now they envy
+
Plottin', yeah, I heard they tryna end me
+
I'm just tryna make my mama proud, not talkin' Penny
+
I ain't no killer, but I ain't no pussy, don't you tempt me
+
Yeah, I got money, now they envy
+
Plottin', yeah, I heard they tryna end me
+
I'm just tryna make my mama proud, not talkin' Penny
+
I ain't no killer, I ain't no pussy, but, nah, don't tempt me
+
Pulled up on my blindside (side)
+
They thought I was lackin' 'til them shot fired (fired)
+
Hung up on me, it's gon' be a homicide
+
F*ck around, you gon' leave your family traumatized
+
We gon' make the block hot when it's cold outside
+
Red tape with the chalk, body outline
+
It ain't safe for the opps, they can't come outside (no)
+
Broad day, one phone call, know he gon' slide
+
Yeah, clear the scene (scene), snipers with the beam (beam)
+
Tryna run me, put you on a tee
+
Hold on, wait, let's get back into this cash shit
+
Trap shit, used to get that work and make it backflip (bitch)
+
'Member all them days when I was broke and I ain't had shit (bitch)
+
Had to make a play to put some food up in the cabinet (bitch)
+
Now I'm in LA and I spend twenty on some fashion (yeah)
+
With a bad bitch, she far from average, CC on her fabrics
+
I got money now they envy
+
Plottin', yeah, I heard they tryna end me
+
I'm just tryna make my mama proud, not talkin' Penny
+
I ain't no killer, but I ain't no pussy, don't you tempt me
+
Yeah, I got money, now they envy
+
Plottin', yeah, I heard they tryna end me
+
I'm just tryna make my mama proud, not talkin' Penny
+
I ain't no killer, I ain't no pussy, but, nah, don't tempt me
+
Yeah, every day I'm thinkin' 'bout expenses
+
Went from public houses, now we're trappin' out of mansions
+
Remember we hit that lick, we heard the police on them scanners
+
Had to take a trip, went and got a bando in Atlanta
+
Fell in love with these bitches, she was sweeter than Tropicana
+
Made her quit her job 'cause, no, my bitch can't be no dancer
+
Remember I almost died, that's why I'm big on second chances
+
I still turn to God 'cause sometimes I just need an answer
+
Sometimes the devil get a hold of me (hold of me)
+
Think about my past and it get cold to me (cold to me)
+
Murder on my mind before I got to sleep (go to sleep)
+
Need someone to travel down this road with me (this road with me), yeah
+
Sometimes it get alone to me (yeah)
+
And this fame shit gettin' old to me (yeah)
+
Nobody's who they supposed to be (yeah)
+
I got money now they envy (envy)
+
Plottin', yeah, I heard they tryna end me
+
I'm just tryna make my mama proud, not talkin' Penny
+
I ain't no killer, but I ain't no pussy, don't you tempt me
+
Yeah, I got money, now they envy
+
Plottin', yeah, I heard they tryna end me
+
I'm just tryna make my mama proud, not talkin' Penny
+
I ain't no killer, I ain't no pussy, but, nah, don't tempt me
+
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Smash Bros
+
Oh yeah
+
Yeah, yeah
+
I got money now they envy
+
Plottin', yeah, I heard they tryna end me
+
I'm just tryna make my mama proud, not talkin' Penny
+
I ain't no killer, but I ain't no pussy, don't you tempt me
+
Yeah, I got money, now they envy
+
Plottin', yeah, I heard they tryna end me
+
I'm just tryna make my mama proud, not talkin' Penny
+
I ain't no killer, I ain't no pussy, but, nah, don't tempt me
+
Pulled up on my blindside (side)
+
They thought I was lackin' 'til them shot fired (fired)
+
Hung up on me, it's gon' be a homicide
+
F*ck around, you gon' leave your family traumatized
+
We gon' make the block hot when it's cold outside
+
Red tape with the chalk, body outline
+
It ain't safe for the opps, they can't come outside (no)
+
Broad day, one phone call, know he gon' slide
+
Yeah, clear the scene (scene), snipers with the beam (beam)
+
Tryna run me, put you on a tee
+
Hold on, wait, let's get back into this cash shit
+
Trap shit, used to get that work and make it backflip (bitch)
+
'Member all them days when I was broke and I ain't had shit (bitch)
+
Had to make a play to put some food up in the cabinet (bitch)
+
Now I'm in LA and I spend twenty on some fashion (yeah)
+
With a bad bitch, she far from average, CC on her fabrics
+
I got money now they envy
+
Plottin', yeah, I heard they tryna end me
+
I'm just tryna make my mama proud, not talkin' Penny
+
I ain't no killer, but I ain't no pussy, don't you tempt me
+
Yeah, I got money, now they envy
+
Plottin', yeah, I heard they tryna end me
+
I'm just tryna make my mama proud, not talkin' Penny
+
I ain't no killer, I ain't no pussy, but, nah, don't tempt me
+
Yeah, every day I'm thinkin' 'bout expenses
+
Went from public houses, now we're trappin' out of mansions
+
Remember we hit that lick, we heard the police on them scanners
+
Had to take a trip, went and got a bando in Atlanta
+
Fell in love with these bitches, she was sweeter than Tropicana
+
Made her quit her job 'cause, no, my bitch can't be no dancer
+
Remember I almost died, that's why I'm big on second chances
+
I still turn to God 'cause sometimes I just need an answer
+
Sometimes the devil get a hold of me (hold of me)
+
Think about my past and it get cold to me (cold to me)
+
Murder on my mind before I got to sleep (go to sleep)
+
Need someone to travel down this road with me (this road with me), yeah
+
Sometimes it get alone to me (yeah)
+
And this fame shit gettin' old to me (yeah)
+
Nobody's who they supposed to be (yeah)
+
I got money now they envy (envy)
+
Plottin', yeah, I heard they tryna end me
+
I'm just tryna make my mama proud, not talkin' Penny
+
I ain't no killer, but I ain't no pussy, don't you tempt me
+
Yeah, I got money, now they envy
+
Plottin', yeah, I heard they tryna end me
+
I'm just tryna make my mama proud, not talkin' Penny
+
I ain't no killer, I ain't no pussy, but, nah, don't tempt me
+
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Writer: Nicholas Cavalieri, Peter Kim, Rakim Hasheem Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




MIDDLE CHILD


[PnB Rock]
+
Ah
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Oh-oh
+
Oh, yeah
+
[PnB Rock & XXXTENTACION]
+
Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
+
By the age of 13, bitch, I was young and wild
+
Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house
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Got nowhere to stay, bitch, I'm runnin' in your f*ckin' house (Bitch)
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With them 30s out (Yeah), f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
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Yeah, runnin' 'round the city, I swear I'm lurking out (Lurking out)
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Baby, I'm high as shit, I'm off a percy now (Percy now)
+
Huh, nigga run up on me, I'ma blow him down
+
[XXXTENTACION]
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So much cash in my jeans, Louis V., pocket wallet
+
Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin'
+
Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol, I'm talkin' 30's now (30's now)
+
Hey, hey, 30's now, 30 bands, 30 now (Yuh)
+
[PnB Rock & XXXTENTACION]
+
Pussy nigga always talkin', why the f*ck these niggas talkin'?
+
I don't know, pull up slow, sticks out the window, look what you started
+
Huh, yeah, catch a opp, better bounce out, we gon' burn him down (Burn him down)
+
30 down, 30 rounds, 100 rounds (Buck, buck, buck)
+
Hold up, niggas don't want no smoke
+
Roll up dead niggas when I smoke
+
Bad bitch, she put it all in her throat
+
She suck my dick while I'm floatin' the Ghost
+
New bustdown, yeah, my wrist is on froze (Ice)
+
These niggas is hoes, I keep me a pole
+
I swear these new bitches be doing the most
+
Slimin' like I'm drippin' snot from my nose (Slatt)
+
You know I came from the mud with this (Mud)
+
They never showed me no love with this (Yeah)
+
I had to jugg and finesse, was just standing on corner
+
Was selling them drugs and shit (Drugs)
+
They used to be on some other shit (Uh)
+
Now they see me coming up and shit (Uh)
+
I tell them leeches to suck a dick (Uh)
+
Nowadays they see me dubbin' shit
+
Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
+
By the age of 13, bitch, I was young and wild
+
Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house
+
Got nowhere to stay, bitch, I'm runnin' in your f*ckin' house (Bitch)
+
With them 30s out (Yeah), f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
+
Yeah, runnin' 'round the city, I swear I'm lurking out (Lurking out)
+
Baby, I'm high as shit, I'm off a percy now (Percy now)
+
Huh, nigga run up on me, I'ma blow him down
+
[XXXTENTACION]
+
So much cash in my jeans, Louis V., pocket wallet
+
Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin'
+
Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol, I'm talkin' 30s now (30s now)
+
Hey, hey, 30's now, 30 bands, 30 now (Hey)
+
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English

[PnB Rock]
+
Ah
+
Oh-oh
+
Oh, yeah
+
[PnB Rock & XXXTENTACION]
+
Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
+
By the age of 13, bitch, I was young and wild
+
Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house
+
Got nowhere to stay, bitch, I'm runnin' in your f*ckin' house (Bitch)
+
With them 30s out (Yeah), f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
+
Yeah, runnin' 'round the city, I swear I'm lurking out (Lurking out)
+
Baby, I'm high as shit, I'm off a percy now (Percy now)
+
Huh, nigga run up on me, I'ma blow him down
+
[XXXTENTACION]
+
So much cash in my jeans, Louis V., pocket wallet
+
Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin'
+
Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol, I'm talkin' 30's now (30's now)
+
Hey, hey, 30's now, 30 bands, 30 now (Yuh)
+
[PnB Rock & XXXTENTACION]
+
Pussy nigga always talkin', why the f*ck these niggas talkin'?
+
I don't know, pull up slow, sticks out the window, look what you started
+
Huh, yeah, catch a opp, better bounce out, we gon' burn him down (Burn him down)
+
30 down, 30 rounds, 100 rounds (Buck, buck, buck)
+
Hold up, niggas don't want no smoke
+
Roll up dead niggas when I smoke
+
Bad bitch, she put it all in her throat
+
She suck my dick while I'm floatin' the Ghost
+
New bustdown, yeah, my wrist is on froze (Ice)
+
These niggas is hoes, I keep me a pole
+
I swear these new bitches be doing the most
+
Slimin' like I'm drippin' snot from my nose (Slatt)
+
You know I came from the mud with this (Mud)
+
They never showed me no love with this (Yeah)
+
I had to jugg and finesse, was just standing on corner
+
Was selling them drugs and shit (Drugs)
+
They used to be on some other shit (Uh)
+
Now they see me coming up and shit (Uh)
+
I tell them leeches to suck a dick (Uh)
+
Nowadays they see me dubbin' shit
+
Mama had five boys, me, I was the middle child
+
By the age of 13, bitch, I was young and wild
+
Caught my first case, then I got kicked out my mama house
+
Got nowhere to stay, bitch, I'm runnin' in your f*ckin' house (Bitch)
+
With them 30s out (Yeah), f*ck you talkin' 'bout? (Yeah)
+
Yeah, runnin' 'round the city, I swear I'm lurking out (Lurking out)
+
Baby, I'm high as shit, I'm off a percy now (Percy now)
+
Huh, nigga run up on me, I'ma blow him down
+
[XXXTENTACION]
+
So much cash in my jeans, Louis V., pocket wallet
+
Niggas hate, niggas bitches, niggas bitches, pocket watchin'
+
Uh, not talkin' 'bout no pistol, I'm talkin' 30s now (30s now)
+
Hey, hey, 30's now, 30 bands, 30 now (Hey)
+
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Writer: Christian Ho, Jahseh Onfroy, Rakim Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.




Nowadays


Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on
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Some crates under the bed, just to sleep on
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Put syrup on my bread, just to eat on
+
Nowadays, look at niggas, we on
+
Yeah
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Yeah, I had to boss my life up
+
Get my change up, had to get my ice up
+
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up
+
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah
+
Here's a little story 'bout a nigga named PnB
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Know a couple pussy niggas thinking 'bout deleting me
+
I don't give a f*ck though, 'cause I keep that thing with me
+
When them niggas run into me, keep that same energy
+
Came from a broken home, momma, she was never home
+
All our fathers dead and gone, yeah they left us all alone
+
Momma had to sell crack, 'member niggas took her pack
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Robbed her for a f*ckin' sack, now we gotta start from scratch
+
In and out of shelters, felt like God found us
+
All these f*ckin' family members, ain't nobody help us
+
It don't even matter though, we gon' be rich one day
+
'Til then I'm on the block, trappin' up on one-way
+
Niggas talking crazy, they don't want no f*ckin' gun play
+
I'll pull up on that nigga block, on a Sunday
+
Church day, I'll turn that shit into a hearse day
+
Every time you see me, I be riding with my 30
+
Every time you see me, I be slidin' with my 30
+
Give a opp a 42, feel like James Worthy
+
Leave a nigga brains on the side where the curb be
+
Leave a nigga name on his shirt, like a jersey
+
Opp shit, yeah we pop shit, like a Perky
+
Opp's talking all that hot shit but still ain't hurt me
+
Niggas disrespect my brother name we gone murk 'em
+
Slide through they block, we gone do them niggas dirty (yeah)
+
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (yeah)
+
Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on (yeah)
+
Put some syrup on my bread, just to eat on (yeah)
+
Nowadays, look at niggas, we on (yeah)
+
Nowadays, look at niggas, we up (yeah)
+
Still ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (yeah)
+
Trap phone jumpin' off the meter (yeah)
+
I need 50K for a feature (yeah)
+
Yeah, I had to boss my life up (boss my life up)
+
Get my change up, had to get my ice up (ice)
+
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up (get my mans up)
+
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam (yeah)
+
Do it for the block, can't just do it for my gang (gang)
+
Do it for the squad, yeah you know it's New Lane (skrt)
+
F*ck all these other niggas, oh they so lame
+
F*ck all these rap niggas, I'll take one of they chains (gimme that shit)
+
'Cause they sweet, yeah them niggas hoes, they don't want no smoke
+
I'll pull up to they show with all my bros, with all these poles
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Like, "What's happening?" We can get it cracking, we can get it popping
+
We gon' f*ck them niggas up then we gon' run all in they pocket
+
'Cause they sweet, yeah them niggas hoes, told yo' ass before
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I ain't nothing like these niggas that be singing to these hoes
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'Cause I be singing and I be trappin' and I be riding 'round with my pole
+
All these lames gon' get exposed, I just get it with my woes
+
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (with no heat on)
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Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on (just to sleep on)
+
Put some syrup on my bread, just to eat on (just to eat on)
+
Nowadays, look at niggas, we on (yeah)
+
Nowadays, look at niggas, we up (yeah)
+
Still ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (yeah)
+
Trap phone jumpin' off the meter (yeah)
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I need 50K for a feature (yeah)
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(Yeah, I had to boss my life up)
+
(Get my change up, had to get my ice up)
+
(Get my bands up, had to get my mans up)
+
(For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah)
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Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on
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Some crates under the bed, just to sleep on
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Put syrup on my bread, just to eat on
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Nowadays, look at niggas, we on
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Yeah
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Yeah, I had to boss my life up
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Get my change up, had to get my ice up
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Get my bands up, had to get my mans up
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For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah
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Here's a little story 'bout a nigga named PnB
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Know a couple pussy niggas thinking 'bout deleting me
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I don't give a f*ck though, 'cause I keep that thing with me
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When them niggas run into me, keep that same energy
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Came from a broken home, momma, she was never home
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All our fathers dead and gone, yeah they left us all alone
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Momma had to sell crack, 'member niggas took her pack
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Robbed her for a f*ckin' sack, now we gotta start from scratch
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In and out of shelters, felt like God found us
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All these f*ckin' family members, ain't nobody help us
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It don't even matter though, we gon' be rich one day
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'Til then I'm on the block, trappin' up on one-way
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Niggas talking crazy, they don't want no f*ckin' gun play
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I'll pull up on that nigga block, on a Sunday
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Church day, I'll turn that shit into a hearse day
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Every time you see me, I be riding with my 30
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Every time you see me, I be slidin' with my 30
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Give a opp a 42, feel like James Worthy
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Leave a nigga brains on the side where the curb be
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Leave a nigga name on his shirt, like a jersey
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Opp shit, yeah we pop shit, like a Perky
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Opp's talking all that hot shit but still ain't hurt me
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Niggas disrespect my brother name we gone murk 'em
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Slide through they block, we gone do them niggas dirty (yeah)
+
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (yeah)
+
Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on (yeah)
+
Put some syrup on my bread, just to eat on (yeah)
+
Nowadays, look at niggas, we on (yeah)
+
Nowadays, look at niggas, we up (yeah)
+
Still ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (yeah)
+
Trap phone jumpin' off the meter (yeah)
+
I need 50K for a feature (yeah)
+
Yeah, I had to boss my life up (boss my life up)
+
Get my change up, had to get my ice up (ice)
+
Get my bands up, had to get my mans up (get my mans up)
+
For the block, yeah I do it for my fam (yeah)
+
Do it for the block, can't just do it for my gang (gang)
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Do it for the squad, yeah you know it's New Lane (skrt)
+
F*ck all these other niggas, oh they so lame
+
F*ck all these rap niggas, I'll take one of they chains (gimme that shit)
+
'Cause they sweet, yeah them niggas hoes, they don't want no smoke
+
I'll pull up to they show with all my bros, with all these poles
+
Like, "What's happening?" We can get it cracking, we can get it popping
+
We gon' f*ck them niggas up then we gon' run all in they pocket
+
'Cause they sweet, yeah them niggas hoes, told yo' ass before
+
I ain't nothing like these niggas that be singing to these hoes
+
'Cause I be singing and I be trappin' and I be riding 'round with my pole
+
All these lames gon' get exposed, I just get it with my woes
+
Used to sleep in the crib, no heat on (with no heat on)
+
Put some crates under the bed, just to sleep on (just to sleep on)
+
Put some syrup on my bread, just to eat on (just to eat on)
+
Nowadays, look at niggas, we on (yeah)
+
Nowadays, look at niggas, we up (yeah)
+
Still ain't comfortable so I ain't got my feet up (yeah)
+
Trap phone jumpin' off the meter (yeah)
+
I need 50K for a feature (yeah)
+
(Yeah, I had to boss my life up)
+
(Get my change up, had to get my ice up)
+
(Get my bands up, had to get my mans up)
+
(For the block, yeah I do it for my fam, yeah)
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Writer: Gianni van den Brom, Rakim Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Now Or Never 2.0


Smash Bros
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Tell me why did you leave so fast?
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Would you mind if I hold your hand tonight?
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What are you afraid of anyway?
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I'm not coming back, it's now or never
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Tell me why did you leave so fast?
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Tell me why does it hurt so bad?
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Why you had to spread your wings so fast?
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I'll never leave you in the past, nah
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They killed my dawg today
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It's crazy when they took my dawg away
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So I'm going hard today
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'Cause for me, he would be a call away
+
It's raining hard today
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These teardrops, they keep falling, ayy
+
I gotta watch all my enemies
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'Cause I know that they tryna get rid of me
+
They tryna steal all my energy
+
Plottin' and scheming, they tryna put an end to me
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Know it's some people around me right now
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They ain't right, they be moving too finicky
+
You act like I owe you or somethin'
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Lil' nigga, I'm startin' to peep all your tendencies
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But when I was down and when I was out
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I couldn't call you, is you kiddin' me?
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Nowadays, I don't even breeze through
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Love my hood, but f*ck it, I don't really need to
+
'Cause they killed my bro, they killed a part of me too
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Now it's a hole in my heart everybody can see through
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Tell me why did you leave so fast? (Did you leave so fast?)
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Would you mind if I hold your hand tonight? (If I hold your hand?)
+
What are you afraid of anyway?
+
I'm not coming back, it's now or never
+
Tell me why did you leave so fast? (Did you leave so fast?)
+
Would you mind if I hold your hand tonight? (If I hold your hand?)
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Trapstar, popstar
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Trapstar turnt popstar
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Trapstar, popstar, locked up, cop car
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Bailed out, crazy how I still feel like I'm in jail now
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Room full of bitches and I swear I can't even tell now
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I don't wanna leave, bitch, I just wanna be by myself now
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I feel all alone inside this world, girl, can't you tell now?
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They say I sold my soul, bitch, I don't have a soul to sell now
+
Even though I'm winning, I been taking all these L's now
+
The odds are all against me, it's like they want me to fail now
+
Two days, I've been up for two days
+
Tryna figure out why the good gotta die young
+
I'm tryna figure out why we always gotta fall victim to the system now
+
Nick, give me some more volume, gotta pour my feelings out
+
Yeah, I know it took a while, but I think I get it now
+
Lot of niggas took my style, but I swear it's different now
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But they tryna take me out so I keep a stick around, ooh
+
Tell me why did you leave so fast? (Did you leave so fast?)
+
Would you mind if I hold your hand tonight? (If I hold your hand?)
+
What are you afraid of anyway?
+
I'm not coming back, it's now or never
+
Tell me why did you leave so fast? (Did you leave so fast?)
+
Would you mind if I hold your hand tonight? (If I hold your hand?)
+
Now or never
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Now or never
+
Now or never, now or never
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Oh
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Smash Bros
+
Tell me why did you leave so fast?
+
Would you mind if I hold your hand tonight?
+
What are you afraid of anyway?
+
I'm not coming back, it's now or never
+
Tell me why did you leave so fast?
+
Tell me why does it hurt so bad?
+
Why you had to spread your wings so fast?
+
I'll never leave you in the past, nah
+
They killed my dawg today
+
It's crazy when they took my dawg away
+
So I'm going hard today
+
'Cause for me, he would be a call away
+
It's raining hard today
+
These teardrops, they keep falling, ayy
+
I gotta watch all my enemies
+
'Cause I know that they tryna get rid of me
+
They tryna steal all my energy
+
Plottin' and scheming, they tryna put an end to me
+
Know it's some people around me right now
+
They ain't right, they be moving too finicky
+
You act like I owe you or somethin'
+
Lil' nigga, I'm startin' to peep all your tendencies
+
But when I was down and when I was out
+
I couldn't call you, is you kiddin' me?
+
Nowadays, I don't even breeze through
+
Love my hood, but f*ck it, I don't really need to
+
'Cause they killed my bro, they killed a part of me too
+
Now it's a hole in my heart everybody can see through
+
Tell me why did you leave so fast? (Did you leave so fast?)
+
Would you mind if I hold your hand tonight? (If I hold your hand?)
+
What are you afraid of anyway?
+
I'm not coming back, it's now or never
+
Tell me why did you leave so fast? (Did you leave so fast?)
+
Would you mind if I hold your hand tonight? (If I hold your hand?)
+
Trapstar, popstar
+
Trapstar turnt popstar
+
Trapstar, popstar, locked up, cop car
+
Bailed out, crazy how I still feel like I'm in jail now
+
Room full of bitches and I swear I can't even tell now
+
I don't wanna leave, bitch, I just wanna be by myself now
+
I feel all alone inside this world, girl, can't you tell now?
+
They say I sold my soul, bitch, I don't have a soul to sell now
+
Even though I'm winning, I been taking all these L's now
+
The odds are all against me, it's like they want me to fail now
+
Two days, I've been up for two days
+
Tryna figure out why the good gotta die young
+
I'm tryna figure out why we always gotta fall victim to the system now
+
Nick, give me some more volume, gotta pour my feelings out
+
Yeah, I know it took a while, but I think I get it now
+
Lot of niggas took my style, but I swear it's different now
+
But they tryna take me out so I keep a stick around, ooh
+
Tell me why did you leave so fast? (Did you leave so fast?)
+
Would you mind if I hold your hand tonight? (If I hold your hand?)
+
What are you afraid of anyway?
+
I'm not coming back, it's now or never
+
Tell me why did you leave so fast? (Did you leave so fast?)
+
Would you mind if I hold your hand tonight? (If I hold your hand?)
+
Now or never
+
Now or never
+
Now or never, now or never
+
Oh
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Writer: Nicholas Cavalieri, Peter Kim, Rakim Hasheem Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Swervin


Yeah, yeah
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Yeah, yeah
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Yeah
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Yeah, yeah
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Oh, yeah
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Yeah
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Driving downtown, just waiting for you (Waiting for you)
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Got an R&B playlist playing for you (Playing for you)
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Pull up, beep beep, I'm swerving (Swerving)
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In a new big body Suburban (Swerving)
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Hold up, girl, you're making me nervous (Nervous)
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Slow down, girl, you're making me nervous (Nervous)
+
You doing that shit on purpose (Purpose)
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Swinging that shit on purpose (On purpose)
+
Swear I love the way you work it (Work it)
+
Hoes calling and it ain't no service (Service), yeah
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Waiting all my life, I've been waiting all my life all for you, yeah
+
Try to hold it back, I can't hide it, I'm excited, I become alive with you, yeah, yeah
+
I was riding downtown, top down
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Just thinking 'bout your touch right now
+
I ain't felt this way in a while now
+
So girl you know what's up
+
Pull up, beep beep, I'm swervin' (Swervin')
+
Soon as I see you, it's curtains (It's curtains)
+
I'ma beat the pussy up, murk it (Beat it up)
+
We be goin' 730 (Scorin')
+
When she throw it back, I serve it
+
Look at that ass, so perfect
+
All of these niggas, they lurking
+
But that's all mines for certain, yeah
+
I was driving downtown, just waiting for you (Waiting for you)
+
Got an R&B playlist playing for you (Playing for you)
+
Pull up, beep beep, I'm swerving (Swerving)
+
In a new big body Suburban (Swerving)
+
Hold up, girl, you're making me nervous (Nervous)
+
Slow down, girl, you're making me nervous (Nervous)
+
You doing that shit on purpose (Purpose)
+
Swinging that shit on purpose (On purpose)
+
Swear I love the way you work it (Work it)
+
Hoes calling and it ain't no service, yeah
+
I was driving downtown, just waiting for you (Waiting for you)
+
Got an R&B playlist playing for you (Playing for you)
+
Pull up, beep beep, I'm swerving (Swerving)
+
In a new big body Suburban (Swerving)
+
Hold up, girl, you're making me nervous (Nervous)
+
Slow down, girl, you're making me nervous (Nervous)
+
You doing that shit on purpose (Purpose)
+
Swinging that shit on purpose (On purpose)
+
Swear I love the way you work it (Work it)
+
Hoes calling and it ain't no service, yeah
+
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Yeah, yeah
+
Yeah, yeah
+
Yeah
+
Yeah, yeah
+
Oh, yeah
+
Yeah
+
Driving downtown, just waiting for you (Waiting for you)
+
Got an R&B playlist playing for you (Playing for you)
+
Pull up, beep beep, I'm swerving (Swerving)
+
In a new big body Suburban (Swerving)
+
Hold up, girl, you're making me nervous (Nervous)
+
Slow down, girl, you're making me nervous (Nervous)
+
You doing that shit on purpose (Purpose)
+
Swinging that shit on purpose (On purpose)
+
Swear I love the way you work it (Work it)
+
Hoes calling and it ain't no service (Service), yeah
+
Waiting all my life, I've been waiting all my life all for you, yeah
+
Try to hold it back, I can't hide it, I'm excited, I become alive with you, yeah, yeah
+
I was riding downtown, top down
+
Just thinking 'bout your touch right now
+
I ain't felt this way in a while now
+
So girl you know what's up
+
Pull up, beep beep, I'm swervin' (Swervin')
+
Soon as I see you, it's curtains (It's curtains)
+
I'ma beat the pussy up, murk it (Beat it up)
+
We be goin' 730 (Scorin')
+
When she throw it back, I serve it
+
Look at that ass, so perfect
+
All of these niggas, they lurking
+
But that's all mines for certain, yeah
+
I was driving downtown, just waiting for you (Waiting for you)
+
Got an R&B playlist playing for you (Playing for you)
+
Pull up, beep beep, I'm swerving (Swerving)
+
In a new big body Suburban (Swerving)
+
Hold up, girl, you're making me nervous (Nervous)
+
Slow down, girl, you're making me nervous (Nervous)
+
You doing that shit on purpose (Purpose)
+
Swinging that shit on purpose (On purpose)
+
Swear I love the way you work it (Work it)
+
Hoes calling and it ain't no service, yeah
+
I was driving downtown, just waiting for you (Waiting for you)
+
Got an R&B playlist playing for you (Playing for you)
+
Pull up, beep beep, I'm swerving (Swerving)
+
In a new big body Suburban (Swerving)
+
Hold up, girl, you're making me nervous (Nervous)
+
Slow down, girl, you're making me nervous (Nervous)
+
You doing that shit on purpose (Purpose)
+
Swinging that shit on purpose (On purpose)
+
Swear I love the way you work it (Work it)
+
Hoes calling and it ain't no service, yeah
+
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Writer: Henry Agincourt Allen, Rakim Hasheem Allen, Thomas Wesley Pentz
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




I Like Girls


(Hitmaka)
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I like girls who like girls (ooh)
+
Kissing on her friend off white, girl (off white)
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And she twenty-three like Mike, girl
+
I like girls who like girls (yeah)
+
Yeah, I like (yeah)
+
I like girls who like girls (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
Yeah, I like (ooh)
+
I like girls who like girls
+
Shawty and her friend (friend)
+
Bustin' for them bands (bands)
+
Do it with no hands (hands)
+
Got me in a trance (trance)
+
Thirsty like Thursday (Thursday)
+
It must be her birthday (hey)
+
She just made an earthquake
+
Shawty, she in first place (hey)
+
Yeah, two bad hoes (bad)
+
Brand new foreign, I'ma act an asshole (yeah)
+
Do the dash, ho, just spilled lean on my Ksubi jeans
+
I'm swervin' lanes while she chewin' me
+
I swear you'd think it was two of me
+
Hop out the Lamb', jump in the Wraith
+
I be so high, I'm outer space
+
Shawty a freak, she off a bean
+
She told me put that shit right on her bangs
+
Yeah, I know what you like, girl
+
You ain't got no type, girl
+
Puerto Rican, black and Asian
+
Of course you like white girls
+
I like girls who like girls (ooh)
+
Kissing on her friend off white, girl (off white, white)
+
And she twenty-three like Mike, girl (like Mike)
+
I like girls who like girls (like girls, yeah)
+
Yeah, I like (yeah)
+
I like girls who like girls (I like girls, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
Yeah, I like (what?)
+
I like girls who like girls
+
Shawty, she a freak, she got everything I need (need)
+
Her and all her friends going 'cause it's Skies and PnB (B)
+
I would never tell our secret, let's just keep it in the sheets
+
Smoke a Backwoods while you suck it, damn, you made it hard to breathe
+
Yeah, she legit (yeah)
+
We walk inside the club and my girl leave with your bitch (your bitch)
+
Her nails done, hair done, diamonds on her wrist (her wrist)
+
We ballin' every day like what's a bench and an assist? (Ayy, ayy)
+
Got no type like Swae Lee (Lee)
+
My bitches all on fleek (fleek)
+
Spread the love equally ('y)
+
I ain't switchin', pickin' teams (no)
+
Different locations with some foreigns overseas (go)
+
And you know this shit ain't nothin' to a G 'cause (yeah)
+
I like girls who like girls (like girls)
+
Kissing on her friend off white, girl (off white, yeah)
+
And she twenty-three like Mike, girl (like Mike)
+
I like girls who like girls (like girls, yeah)
+
Yeah, I like (yeah)
+
I like girls who like girls (I like girls, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
Yeah, I like (what?)
+
I like girls who like girls (hey)
+
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(Hitmaka)
+
I like girls who like girls (ooh)
+
Kissing on her friend off white, girl (off white)
+
And she twenty-three like Mike, girl
+
I like girls who like girls (yeah)
+
Yeah, I like (yeah)
+
I like girls who like girls (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
Yeah, I like (ooh)
+
I like girls who like girls
+
Shawty and her friend (friend)
+
Bustin' for them bands (bands)
+
Do it with no hands (hands)
+
Got me in a trance (trance)
+
Thirsty like Thursday (Thursday)
+
It must be her birthday (hey)
+
She just made an earthquake
+
Shawty, she in first place (hey)
+
Yeah, two bad hoes (bad)
+
Brand new foreign, I'ma act an asshole (yeah)
+
Do the dash, ho, just spilled lean on my Ksubi jeans
+
I'm swervin' lanes while she chewin' me
+
I swear you'd think it was two of me
+
Hop out the Lamb', jump in the Wraith
+
I be so high, I'm outer space
+
Shawty a freak, she off a bean
+
She told me put that shit right on her bangs
+
Yeah, I know what you like, girl
+
You ain't got no type, girl
+
Puerto Rican, black and Asian
+
Of course you like white girls
+
I like girls who like girls (ooh)
+
Kissing on her friend off white, girl (off white, white)
+
And she twenty-three like Mike, girl (like Mike)
+
I like girls who like girls (like girls, yeah)
+
Yeah, I like (yeah)
+
I like girls who like girls (I like girls, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
Yeah, I like (what?)
+
I like girls who like girls
+
Shawty, she a freak, she got everything I need (need)
+
Her and all her friends going 'cause it's Skies and PnB (B)
+
I would never tell our secret, let's just keep it in the sheets
+
Smoke a Backwoods while you suck it, damn, you made it hard to breathe
+
Yeah, she legit (yeah)
+
We walk inside the club and my girl leave with your bitch (your bitch)
+
Her nails done, hair done, diamonds on her wrist (her wrist)
+
We ballin' every day like what's a bench and an assist? (Ayy, ayy)
+
Got no type like Swae Lee (Lee)
+
My bitches all on fleek (fleek)
+
Spread the love equally ('y)
+
I ain't switchin', pickin' teams (no)
+
Different locations with some foreigns overseas (go)
+
And you know this shit ain't nothin' to a G 'cause (yeah)
+
I like girls who like girls (like girls)
+
Kissing on her friend off white, girl (off white, yeah)
+
And she twenty-three like Mike, girl (like Mike)
+
I like girls who like girls (like girls, yeah)
+
Yeah, I like (yeah)
+
I like girls who like girls (I like girls, yeah, yeah, yeah)
+
Yeah, I like (what?)
+
I like girls who like girls (hey)
+
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Writer: Austin Owens, Christian Ward, Christopher Dotson, Ib Kornum, James III Foye, Kimetrius Foose, Lars Stagis, Michael Len Williams, Rakim Hasheem Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




All These Bandz


Pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
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Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
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All these bands (Bands), busting out my pants (Pants)
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Slide with me, shawty, I'm just tryna flex (Skrrt)
+
Wanna pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
+
Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
+
All these bands (Bands), busting out my pants (Pants)
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Slide with me, shawty, I'm just tryna flex (Flex), yeah yeah
+
I want this shit every day (Day)
+
I just might move to LA (LA)
+
I just got me a new bae (Bae)
+
And she know I walk with a bank (Bank)
+
So she get whatever she thinks (Thinks)
+
Shawty don't ever complain (No)
+
'Cause I make sure that she straight (Yeah)
+
We in and out of Hermes (Yeah)
+
Yeah, in Dior, that's for sure
+
Riding jet skis by the shore
+
I don't even walk to the store
+
'Cause I know they tryna up the score
+
And I heard that there's money on my head (On my head)
+
'Cause they see all these diamonds on my wrist (Ice, ice, ice)
+
I don't wanna have to catch a body (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
+
I know one these f*ck niggas gon' try me (Try me)
+
Yeah, yeah, so I've been moving dolo
+
Riding through the city moving solo, slow mo (Slow mo)
+
Higher than a bitch with your old hoe, she glowed up
+
You already know that she chose up (Bitch)
+
Pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
+
Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
+
All these bands (Bands), busting out my pants (Pants)
+
Slide with me, shawty, I'm just tryna flex (Skrrt)
+
Wanna pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
+
Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
+
All these bands (Bands), busting out my pants (Pants)
+
Slide with me, shawty, I'm just tryna flex (Flex), yeah yeah
+
It's Tory
+
Come f*ck with me, I put you in Givenchy
+
I'll make it late night, you can let your friends see
+
I pull up and I put this in the frenzy
+
I'm whipping with my hand up on the Lambo'
+
Drive for the ride, yeah
+
I just wanna get you right, yeah
+
Got a full time job, shawty
+
Took it off for the night, yeah
+
I'm the nigga that you like
+
I'ma beat it up for life
+
I ain't never 'bout to lie
+
If you gon' give me that tonight, night, night, night
+
Fifteen bands, I got fifteen bands on me
+
If I switch to ones, she gon' switch that ass on me
+
Seen these hood niggas try to switch, they pass on me
+
But what they ain't know is that .40 cal always on me
+
And I won't stop
+
I'm on your block, with my chains on
+
In the rain, oh, like an Usher video
+
Woo-ooh, hahaha
+
Pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
+
Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
+
All these bands (Bands), busting out my pants (Pants)
+
Slide with me, shawty, I'm just tryna flex (Skrrt)
+
Wanna pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
+
Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
+
All these bands (Bands), busting out my pants (Pants)
+
Slide with me, shawty, I'm just tryna flex (Flex), yeah yeah
+
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Pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
+
Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
+
All these bands (Bands), busting out my pants (Pants)
+
Slide with me, shawty, I'm just tryna flex (Skrrt)
+
Wanna pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
+
Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
+
All these bands (Bands), busting out my pants (Pants)
+
Slide with me, shawty, I'm just tryna flex (Flex), yeah yeah
+
I want this shit every day (Day)
+
I just might move to LA (LA)
+
I just got me a new bae (Bae)
+
And she know I walk with a bank (Bank)
+
So she get whatever she thinks (Thinks)
+
Shawty don't ever complain (No)
+
'Cause I make sure that she straight (Yeah)
+
We in and out of Hermes (Yeah)
+
Yeah, in Dior, that's for sure
+
Riding jet skis by the shore
+
I don't even walk to the store
+
'Cause I know they tryna up the score
+
And I heard that there's money on my head (On my head)
+
'Cause they see all these diamonds on my wrist (Ice, ice, ice)
+
I don't wanna have to catch a body (Brrt, brrt, brrt)
+
I know one these f*ck niggas gon' try me (Try me)
+
Yeah, yeah, so I've been moving dolo
+
Riding through the city moving solo, slow mo (Slow mo)
+
Higher than a bitch with your old hoe, she glowed up
+
You already know that she chose up (Bitch)
+
Pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
+
Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
+
All these bands (Bands), busting out my pants (Pants)
+
Slide with me, shawty, I'm just tryna flex (Skrrt)
+
Wanna pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
+
Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
+
All these bands (Bands), busting out my pants (Pants)
+
Slide with me, shawty, I'm just tryna flex (Flex), yeah yeah
+
It's Tory
+
Come f*ck with me, I put you in Givenchy
+
I'll make it late night, you can let your friends see
+
I pull up and I put this in the frenzy
+
I'm whipping with my hand up on the Lambo'
+
Drive for the ride, yeah
+
I just wanna get you right, yeah
+
Got a full time job, shawty
+
Took it off for the night, yeah
+
I'm the nigga that you like
+
I'ma beat it up for life
+
I ain't never 'bout to lie
+
If you gon' give me that tonight, night, night, night
+
Fifteen bands, I got fifteen bands on me
+
If I switch to ones, she gon' switch that ass on me
+
Seen these hood niggas try to switch, they pass on me
+
But what they ain't know is that .40 cal always on me
+
And I won't stop
+
I'm on your block, with my chains on
+
In the rain, oh, like an Usher video
+
Woo-ooh, hahaha
+
Pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
+
Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
+
All these bands (Bands), busting out my pants (Pants)
+
Slide with me, shawty, I'm just tryna flex (Skrrt)
+
Wanna pull up to the scene in that new big body (Body)
+
Bad lil' baby and she riding right beside me (Beside me)
+
All these bands (Bands), busting out my pants (Pants)
+
Slide with me, shawty, I'm just tryna flex (Flex), yeah yeah
+
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Writer: Andrew Kenneth Franklin, Austin Schindler, Daystar Peterson, Dez Wright, Rakim Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, DRISTANTA MUSIC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Put You On


30, you a fool for this one
+
I could put you on
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on
+
30, you a motherf*cking fool, nigga
+
I could put you on
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on, uh
+
Don't be acting like I did you wrong, yeah
+
Yeah, I want you but I took too long
+
I know you heard this about a thousand times
+
I'll tell you one more time, "You're beautiful"
+
I hope you don't let nobody touch your phone, yeah
+
I'm sending dick pics to you all night long, uh-huh
+
I know you tired of being all alone, yeah
+
He said he love you, girl you know he don't
+
And stop acting like you know me, though
+
'Cause if you know me, you won't come too close
+
Yeah, 'cause I break hearts on the regular
+
I am not a rapper, I'm a artist
+
I ain't regular
+
Zippers on my jacket, new Givenchy
+
And that's regular
+
I switch up on all the newest cars and that's regular
+
I got all of these VVS diamonds and I'm rich as f*ck
+
I could let you pick out any bag in particular
+
You gon' let me bust all on yo' ass when I beat it up
+
Whenever you ready to be nasty, just hit me up
+
I'ma gon' f*ck you all night, call me daddy
+
I could put you on
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on
+
Don't be acting like I did you wrong, yeah (Acting like I did you wrong)
+
Yeah, I want you but I took too long (Yeah, but you took too long)
+
I could put you on
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on
+
Don't be acting like I did you wrong, yeah (Acting like I did you wrong)
+
Yeah, I want you but I took too long (Want you but you took too long, oh yeah)
+
Why you keep on f*cking with these lame niggas? (Lame)
+
They just do you wrong and play them games witchu (Game)
+
I could put you on and get some change witchu (Change)
+
Cut the top off the roof, I'm switching lanes witchu (Skrrt)
+
Yeah, you know that you my favorite, my favorite
+
Put them VV's in yo' tennis bracelet, bracelet
+
Fur coats for the winter time, Nobu when it's dinner time
+
You know we ain't gotta stand in line
+
Let me put you on, let me make you mine, yeah
+
Through the good times, through the bad times
+
Still I'm all you need
+
'Cause you stressed out, if you need help
+
You can call on me
+
When you be throwing that shit back, you put it all on me
+
I got you scratching on my neck when I be going so deep
+
I could put you on (Put you on)
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on (You know that I could put you on)
+
Don't be acting like I did you wrong, yeah (Don't be acting like I did you wrong)
+
Yeah, I want you but I took too long (Want you but you took too long, oh yeah)
+
I could put you on (I could put you on)
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on (Girl, you know that I could put you on)
+
Don't be acting like I did you wrong, yeah (Don't be acting like I did you wrong)
+
Yeah, I want you but I took too long (Want you but you took too long, yeah)
+
I could put you on
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on, uh
+
Don't be acting like I did you wrong, yeah
+
Yeah, I want you but I took too long
+
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30, you a fool for this one
+
I could put you on
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on
+
30, you a motherf*cking fool, nigga
+
I could put you on
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on, uh
+
Don't be acting like I did you wrong, yeah
+
Yeah, I want you but I took too long
+
I know you heard this about a thousand times
+
I'll tell you one more time, "You're beautiful"
+
I hope you don't let nobody touch your phone, yeah
+
I'm sending dick pics to you all night long, uh-huh
+
I know you tired of being all alone, yeah
+
He said he love you, girl you know he don't
+
And stop acting like you know me, though
+
'Cause if you know me, you won't come too close
+
Yeah, 'cause I break hearts on the regular
+
I am not a rapper, I'm a artist
+
I ain't regular
+
Zippers on my jacket, new Givenchy
+
And that's regular
+
I switch up on all the newest cars and that's regular
+
I got all of these VVS diamonds and I'm rich as f*ck
+
I could let you pick out any bag in particular
+
You gon' let me bust all on yo' ass when I beat it up
+
Whenever you ready to be nasty, just hit me up
+
I'ma gon' f*ck you all night, call me daddy
+
I could put you on
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on
+
Don't be acting like I did you wrong, yeah (Acting like I did you wrong)
+
Yeah, I want you but I took too long (Yeah, but you took too long)
+
I could put you on
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on
+
Don't be acting like I did you wrong, yeah (Acting like I did you wrong)
+
Yeah, I want you but I took too long (Want you but you took too long, oh yeah)
+
Why you keep on f*cking with these lame niggas? (Lame)
+
They just do you wrong and play them games witchu (Game)
+
I could put you on and get some change witchu (Change)
+
Cut the top off the roof, I'm switching lanes witchu (Skrrt)
+
Yeah, you know that you my favorite, my favorite
+
Put them VV's in yo' tennis bracelet, bracelet
+
Fur coats for the winter time, Nobu when it's dinner time
+
You know we ain't gotta stand in line
+
Let me put you on, let me make you mine, yeah
+
Through the good times, through the bad times
+
Still I'm all you need
+
'Cause you stressed out, if you need help
+
You can call on me
+
When you be throwing that shit back, you put it all on me
+
I got you scratching on my neck when I be going so deep
+
I could put you on (Put you on)
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on (You know that I could put you on)
+
Don't be acting like I did you wrong, yeah (Don't be acting like I did you wrong)
+
Yeah, I want you but I took too long (Want you but you took too long, oh yeah)
+
I could put you on (I could put you on)
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on (Girl, you know that I could put you on)
+
Don't be acting like I did you wrong, yeah (Don't be acting like I did you wrong)
+
Yeah, I want you but I took too long (Want you but you took too long, yeah)
+
I could put you on
+
Girl, you know that I could put you on, uh
+
Don't be acting like I did you wrong, yeah
+
Yeah, I want you but I took too long
+
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Writer: Artist Dubose, Imran Abbas, Lamont Porter, Rakim Allen, Samuel Gloade, Thomas Kessler
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, O/B/O CAPASSO, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Stage Fright


I can sing for 30 thousand people, but when it comes to you
+
You give me stage fright
+
I can sing for 50 thousand people, but when it comes to you
+
You give me stage fright, yeah yeah
+
Girl you make me shy inside
+
Girl, it's hard to look into your eyes
+
Oh, you give me stage fright
+
It's hard to look into your eyes
+
Girl, I thought about you last night, on that flight
+
I was in the clouds, day dreaming 'bout your love, 'bout your text
+
Girl, you know I been feelin' up
+
Your love is like a drug, drug, drug
+
And you remind me of my first crush, crush
+
You remind me of my first crush, crush, crush
+
'Cause I can sing for 30 thousand people, but when it comes to you
+
You give me stage fright
+
I can sing for 50 thousand people, but when it comes to you
+
You give me stage fright
+
Soon as I pull up, girl, let's slide
+
Feel the rush, feel the high
+
See the lust, in your eyes, in your eyes
+
In your eyes, in your eyes
+
Are you satisfied or distracted?
+
By these flashing lights? I'm just asking
+
I just wanna know, 'cause we get higher than a satellite
+
Girl, this shit so real, I might feel this in my afterlife
+
Every time I'm swimming in it, girl, I feel like I'm in paradise
+
Girl, I swear I love the way you work it
+
Throw it back like Serena, I'ma serve it
+
But you still make me nervous
+
I can sing for 30 thousand people, but when it comes to you
+
You give me stage fright
+
I can sing for 50 thousand people, but when it comes to you
+
You give me stage fright, yeah yeah
+
Girl you make me shy inside
+
Girl, it's hard to look into your eyes
+
Oh, you give me stage fright
+
It's hard to look into your eyes
+
That shit was hard
+
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I can sing for 30 thousand people, but when it comes to you
+
You give me stage fright
+
I can sing for 50 thousand people, but when it comes to you
+
You give me stage fright, yeah yeah
+
Girl you make me shy inside
+
Girl, it's hard to look into your eyes
+
Oh, you give me stage fright
+
It's hard to look into your eyes
+
Girl, I thought about you last night, on that flight
+
I was in the clouds, day dreaming 'bout your love, 'bout your text
+
Girl, you know I been feelin' up
+
Your love is like a drug, drug, drug
+
And you remind me of my first crush, crush
+
You remind me of my first crush, crush, crush
+
'Cause I can sing for 30 thousand people, but when it comes to you
+
You give me stage fright
+
I can sing for 50 thousand people, but when it comes to you
+
You give me stage fright
+
Soon as I pull up, girl, let's slide
+
Feel the rush, feel the high
+
See the lust, in your eyes, in your eyes
+
In your eyes, in your eyes
+
Are you satisfied or distracted?
+
By these flashing lights? I'm just asking
+
I just wanna know, 'cause we get higher than a satellite
+
Girl, this shit so real, I might feel this in my afterlife
+
Every time I'm swimming in it, girl, I feel like I'm in paradise
+
Girl, I swear I love the way you work it
+
Throw it back like Serena, I'ma serve it
+
But you still make me nervous
+
I can sing for 30 thousand people, but when it comes to you
+
You give me stage fright
+
I can sing for 50 thousand people, but when it comes to you
+
You give me stage fright, yeah yeah
+
Girl you make me shy inside
+
Girl, it's hard to look into your eyes
+
Oh, you give me stage fright
+
It's hard to look into your eyes
+
That shit was hard
+
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Writer: Andrew Franklin, Rakim Hasheem Allen, Rupert Thomas
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




Choosin


(G. Ry got me)
+
(OG Parker)
+
Like girl, who you think you be foolin'?
+
I'm peepin' all of your movements
+
'Cause girl, you're the one I'm pursuing
+
All of these bitches be choosing
+
But girl, you're the one that I'm choosing, yeah
+
Pull up in that coupe and we cruisin' (skrrt)
+
Like girl, who you think you be foolin'?
+
I'm peepin' all of your movements
+
'Cause girl, you're the one I'm pursuing
+
All of these bitches be choosing
+
But you the only one I'm choosing, yeah
+
Pull up in that coupe and we cruisin' (skrrt)
+
Shawty, I'm f*ckin' with you
+
I pull up, you hop in my coupe
+
Girl, I'm so glad you my boo
+
I put that ice all on you
+
I put your neck all on freeze
+
These niggas ain't better than me
+
These niggas ain't flexin' like me
+
Ain't f*ckin' that check up like me
+
Girl, you know I got that juice (ice)
+
You know I walked in with you (ice)
+
And you know we never gon' lose (never)
+
I love how you change up my mood (yeah)
+
Stars, yeah, they all in the roof (Wraith)
+
When we walk in, they stalkin' the spot (spot)
+
I gotta walk with a Glock (glizzy)
+
You help me count up this guap (bands)
+
'Cause I'm havin' all of this cash (cash)
+
And you got all of that swag (drip)
+
Girl, we be drippin' together (drip)
+
Yeah, we be trippin' together (trip)
+
We just be switchin' the weather, yeah
+
Yeah (Be on private jets and shit)
+
Like girl, who you think you be foolin'?
+
I'm peepin' all of your movements
+
'Cause girl, you're the one I'm pursuing
+
All of these bitches be choosing
+
But girl, you're the one that I'm choosing, yeah
+
Pull up in that coupe and we cruisin' (skrrt)
+
Like girl, who you think you be foolin'?
+
I'm peepin' all of your movements
+
'Cause girl, you're the one I'm pursuing
+
All of these bitches be choosing
+
But you the only one I'm choosing, yeah
+
Pull up in that coupe and we cruisin' (skrrt)
+
Flexin', hundred bands, I spend it all on you
+
You know that shit ain't nothin', I can ball on you (Swish)
+
Come through with your girlfriends, they can all come too
+
They can all come through, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
Turn the lights off, shawty got too much diamonds
+
Shawty said, "You way too shiny," they be like, "Where'd you find him?"
+
Swoop, shawty, she outer space
+
That's my bae, she put it all in my face
+
Yeah, yeah
+
And my bitch so bad
+
We do the digital dash
+
Skrrt (ice)
+
I just hope that we don't crash
+
We livin' life too fast
+
All of these haters, they mad, sad
+
(Let the beat just, just run off, like
+
That's so fire)
+
Like girl, who you think you be foolin'?
+
I'm peepin' all of your movements
+
'Cause girl, you're the one I'm pursuing
+
All of these bitches be choosing
+
But girl, you're the one that I'm choosing, yeah
+
Pull up in that coupe and we cruisin' (skrrt)
+
Like girl, who you think you be foolin'?
+
I'm peepin' all of your movements
+
'Cause girl, you're the one I'm pursuing
+
All of these bitches be choosing
+
But you the only one I'm choosing, yeah
+
Pull up in that coupe and we cruisin'
+
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(G. Ry got me)
+
(OG Parker)
+
Like girl, who you think you be foolin'?
+
I'm peepin' all of your movements
+
'Cause girl, you're the one I'm pursuing
+
All of these bitches be choosing
+
But girl, you're the one that I'm choosing, yeah
+
Pull up in that coupe and we cruisin' (skrrt)
+
Like girl, who you think you be foolin'?
+
I'm peepin' all of your movements
+
'Cause girl, you're the one I'm pursuing
+
All of these bitches be choosing
+
But you the only one I'm choosing, yeah
+
Pull up in that coupe and we cruisin' (skrrt)
+
Shawty, I'm f*ckin' with you
+
I pull up, you hop in my coupe
+
Girl, I'm so glad you my boo
+
I put that ice all on you
+
I put your neck all on freeze
+
These niggas ain't better than me
+
These niggas ain't flexin' like me
+
Ain't f*ckin' that check up like me
+
Girl, you know I got that juice (ice)
+
You know I walked in with you (ice)
+
And you know we never gon' lose (never)
+
I love how you change up my mood (yeah)
+
Stars, yeah, they all in the roof (Wraith)
+
When we walk in, they stalkin' the spot (spot)
+
I gotta walk with a Glock (glizzy)
+
You help me count up this guap (bands)
+
'Cause I'm havin' all of this cash (cash)
+
And you got all of that swag (drip)
+
Girl, we be drippin' together (drip)
+
Yeah, we be trippin' together (trip)
+
We just be switchin' the weather, yeah
+
Yeah (Be on private jets and shit)
+
Like girl, who you think you be foolin'?
+
I'm peepin' all of your movements
+
'Cause girl, you're the one I'm pursuing
+
All of these bitches be choosing
+
But girl, you're the one that I'm choosing, yeah
+
Pull up in that coupe and we cruisin' (skrrt)
+
Like girl, who you think you be foolin'?
+
I'm peepin' all of your movements
+
'Cause girl, you're the one I'm pursuing
+
All of these bitches be choosing
+
But you the only one I'm choosing, yeah
+
Pull up in that coupe and we cruisin' (skrrt)
+
Flexin', hundred bands, I spend it all on you
+
You know that shit ain't nothin', I can ball on you (Swish)
+
Come through with your girlfriends, they can all come too
+
They can all come through, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
+
Turn the lights off, shawty got too much diamonds
+
Shawty said, "You way too shiny," they be like, "Where'd you find him?"
+
Swoop, shawty, she outer space
+
That's my bae, she put it all in my face
+
Yeah, yeah
+
And my bitch so bad
+
We do the digital dash
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Skrrt (ice)
+
I just hope that we don't crash
+
We livin' life too fast
+
All of these haters, they mad, sad
+
(Let the beat just, just run off, like
+
That's so fire)
+
Like girl, who you think you be foolin'?
+
I'm peepin' all of your movements
+
'Cause girl, you're the one I'm pursuing
+
All of these bitches be choosing
+
But girl, you're the one that I'm choosing, yeah
+
Pull up in that coupe and we cruisin' (skrrt)
+
Like girl, who you think you be foolin'?
+
I'm peepin' all of your movements
+
'Cause girl, you're the one I'm pursuing
+
All of these bitches be choosing
+
But you the only one I'm choosing, yeah
+
Pull up in that coupe and we cruisin'
+
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Writer: Chris Kim, Joshua Isaih Parker, Rakim Hasheem Allen, Ryan Alex Martinez, Sebastian Lopez
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




My Ex


(Remy)
+
Found myself reading your texts
+
You remind me of my ex
+
Remember times that we shared
+
Girl, you so stuck in the past
+
Got you retracing your steps
+
Wonder where you f*cked up at
+
You call my phone, I dub that
+
Girl, you just need to relax
+
Best one, I was the best one
+
You thinkin' 'bout way back, you should've kept him
+
You always questioned all of my methods
+
I tried to hold you down, you always extra
+
All of your girlfriends tell you I'm next up
+
You reminiscin', it's f*ckin' your head up
+
I don't even pay you no mind
+
Honestly, I don't even have the time
+
And it's so sad, 'cause what we had could've been special
+
But you couldn't stay down and you only came around when you wanted something sexual, financial
+
But I used to open up doors for you
+
And I ain't gon' lie, I still noticed you
+
Wish you could rewind, but you had your time
+
Girl you had your chance, no time for romance
+
Found myself reading your texts
+
You remind me of my ex
+
Remember times that we shared
+
Girl, you so stuck in the past
+
Got you retracing your steps
+
Wonder where you f*cked up at
+
You call my phone, I dub that
+
Girl, you just need to relax
+
Yeah, you always tweakin'
+
You swore up and down that I was cheatin'
+
I swear that I barely gave you a reason
+
You listen to rumors, now we ain't speakin'
+
Yeah, I gave you everything except for wedding ring
+
You was there before the fame
+
And I got these racks on me, now you wanna be my main
+
Remember I was down and I always thought I would always be the same
+
You been f*ckin' on bro niggas, them lame niggas, you should be ashamed
+
Mad you the one I claimed
+
But f*ck it though, man, that's the game
+
Now I had to move on to better things, oh
+
Found myself reading your texts (our texts)
+
You remind me of my ex (my ex)
+
Remember times that we shared (we shared)
+
Girl, you so stuck in the past (past)
+
Got you retracing your steps (oh yeah)
+
Wonder where you f*cked up at (yeah)
+
You call my phone, I dub that (oh yeah)
+
Girl, you just need to relax (yeah)
+
(Girl, you just need to relax)
+
(Girl, you just need to relax)
+
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(Remy)
+
Found myself reading your texts
+
You remind me of my ex
+
Remember times that we shared
+
Girl, you so stuck in the past
+
Got you retracing your steps
+
Wonder where you f*cked up at
+
You call my phone, I dub that
+
Girl, you just need to relax
+
Best one, I was the best one
+
You thinkin' 'bout way back, you should've kept him
+
You always questioned all of my methods
+
I tried to hold you down, you always extra
+
All of your girlfriends tell you I'm next up
+
You reminiscin', it's f*ckin' your head up
+
I don't even pay you no mind
+
Honestly, I don't even have the time
+
And it's so sad, 'cause what we had could've been special
+
But you couldn't stay down and you only came around when you wanted something sexual, financial
+
But I used to open up doors for you
+
And I ain't gon' lie, I still noticed you
+
Wish you could rewind, but you had your time
+
Girl you had your chance, no time for romance
+
Found myself reading your texts
+
You remind me of my ex
+
Remember times that we shared
+
Girl, you so stuck in the past
+
Got you retracing your steps
+
Wonder where you f*cked up at
+
You call my phone, I dub that
+
Girl, you just need to relax
+
Yeah, you always tweakin'
+
You swore up and down that I was cheatin'
+
I swear that I barely gave you a reason
+
You listen to rumors, now we ain't speakin'
+
Yeah, I gave you everything except for wedding ring
+
You was there before the fame
+
And I got these racks on me, now you wanna be my main
+
Remember I was down and I always thought I would always be the same
+
You been f*ckin' on bro niggas, them lame niggas, you should be ashamed
+
Mad you the one I claimed
+
But f*ck it though, man, that's the game
+
Now I had to move on to better things, oh
+
Found myself reading your texts (our texts)
+
You remind me of my ex (my ex)
+
Remember times that we shared (we shared)
+
Girl, you so stuck in the past (past)
+
Got you retracing your steps (oh yeah)
+
Wonder where you f*cked up at (yeah)
+
You call my phone, I dub that (oh yeah)
+
Girl, you just need to relax (yeah)
+
(Girl, you just need to relax)
+
(Girl, you just need to relax)
+
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Writer: Jason Patterson, Rakim Hasheem Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Raleigh Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




ABCD (Friend Zone)


(Right Now Sound)
+
(Hitmaka)
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be
+
I just wanna see, she just want the D
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be
+
I just wanna see, she just want the D
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh
+
Can't trust nobody, not just anybody
+
Gotta watch my back, I'm not just anybody
+
Just play for me
+
Girl it's a movie
+
I can't waste no time
+
I wanna make you mine
+
I want more than conversations
+
I don't know how you could take it
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be
+
I just wanna see, she just want the D
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh (friend zone)
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh (friend zone)
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be
+
I just wanna see, she just want the D
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh (friend zone)
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh (friend zone)
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be
+
She just want the D
+
Yeah, that's when I pull up
+
Ooh ooh, when I pull up
+
Ice on me, put that ice on you
+
You already know how a young nigga move
+
Put her on bands, look at that thang
+
Got an advance, tripled this stack
+
F*ck around, I brought my bitch to the sand
+
Wanna be more than just friends
+
Wanna see you with them M's
+
Damn
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be (yeah)
+
I just wanna see, she just want the D
+
Miss me with the friend zone (friend), ooh
+
Miss me with the friend zone (friend), ooh
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be (yeah)
+
I just wanna see (yeah), she just want the D
+
Miss me with the friend zone (friend), ooh
+
Miss me with the friend zone (friend), ooh
+
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(Right Now Sound)
+
(Hitmaka)
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be
+
I just wanna see, she just want the D
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be
+
I just wanna see, she just want the D
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh
+
Can't trust nobody, not just anybody
+
Gotta watch my back, I'm not just anybody
+
Just play for me
+
Girl it's a movie
+
I can't waste no time
+
I wanna make you mine
+
I want more than conversations
+
I don't know how you could take it
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be
+
I just wanna see, she just want the D
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh (friend zone)
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh (friend zone)
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be
+
I just wanna see, she just want the D
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh (friend zone)
+
Miss me with the friend zone, ooh (friend zone)
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be
+
She just want the D
+
Yeah, that's when I pull up
+
Ooh ooh, when I pull up
+
Ice on me, put that ice on you
+
You already know how a young nigga move
+
Put her on bands, look at that thang
+
Got an advance, tripled this stack
+
F*ck around, I brought my bitch to the sand
+
Wanna be more than just friends
+
Wanna see you with them M's
+
Damn
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be (yeah)
+
I just wanna see, she just want the D
+
Miss me with the friend zone (friend), ooh
+
Miss me with the friend zone (friend), ooh
+
Met her in the A, told her where I be (yeah)
+
I just wanna see (yeah), she just want the D
+
Miss me with the friend zone (friend), ooh
+
Miss me with the friend zone (friend), ooh
+
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Writer: Christian Ward, Rakim Hasheem Allen
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.




How It Feels


Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Oh yeah, yeah
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels, yeah
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels
+
That's just how it feels
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels, yeah
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels
+
That's just how it feels
+
Shawty, why you playin'? What you wan' do? (Do)
+
You know that I'm tryna pull up on you (You)
+
I got some things I could show you
+
Send me your addy, I'm on you
+
And I can pull up on you in the daytime (Day)
+
And I can pull up on you in the nighttime (Night)
+
If I ain't got time, I can find time (Time)
+
'Cause any time is the right time
+
Why you always gotta act like that?
+
Why you always in your bag like that?
+
Why you always leave fast like that?
+
Just to bring that ass right back
+
Why you always in your mood like that? (Mood)
+
Why you always actin' rude like that? (Rude)
+
Why we can't be cool like that?
+
When you know that
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Feels), yeah (Yeah)
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah)
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah)
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah), yeah
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah)
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah)
+
Show you what that real love like (Like)
+
I can make you scream all night (Night)
+
Show you the real, give you that something to feel
+
Getting you up out them heels
+
Them Jimmy Choos, buyin' you Birkins and Loubs
+
Girl, it's whatever you choose
+
Gucci with your name on it
+
All the bitches mad 'cause they want it
+
Hit it like, "This feel good, don't it?"
+
Hit it from the back, got you runnin'
+
Yeah, blowin' your back out
+
Yeah, pullin' your tracks out
+
Yeah, your ex-nigga, he wack, yeah
+
Bouncin' out, lookin' at tags, no
+
Relieve your stress don't stress you out
+
Let me show you off
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Feels), yeah (Yeah)
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah)
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah)
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah), yeah
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels
+
That's just how it feels
+
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Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Oh yeah, yeah
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels, yeah
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels
+
That's just how it feels
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels, yeah
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels
+
That's just how it feels
+
Shawty, why you playin'? What you wan' do? (Do)
+
You know that I'm tryna pull up on you (You)
+
I got some things I could show you
+
Send me your addy, I'm on you
+
And I can pull up on you in the daytime (Day)
+
And I can pull up on you in the nighttime (Night)
+
If I ain't got time, I can find time (Time)
+
'Cause any time is the right time
+
Why you always gotta act like that?
+
Why you always in your bag like that?
+
Why you always leave fast like that?
+
Just to bring that ass right back
+
Why you always in your mood like that? (Mood)
+
Why you always actin' rude like that? (Rude)
+
Why we can't be cool like that?
+
When you know that
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Feels), yeah (Yeah)
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah)
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah)
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah), yeah
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah)
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah)
+
Show you what that real love like (Like)
+
I can make you scream all night (Night)
+
Show you the real, give you that something to feel
+
Getting you up out them heels
+
Them Jimmy Choos, buyin' you Birkins and Loubs
+
Girl, it's whatever you choose
+
Gucci with your name on it
+
All the bitches mad 'cause they want it
+
Hit it like, "This feel good, don't it?"
+
Hit it from the back, got you runnin'
+
Yeah, blowin' your back out
+
Yeah, pullin' your tracks out
+
Yeah, your ex-nigga, he wack, yeah
+
Bouncin' out, lookin' at tags, no
+
Relieve your stress don't stress you out
+
Let me show you off
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Feels), yeah (Yeah)
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah)
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah)
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels (Yeah), yeah
+
Shawty, I just wanna love you
+
Take your heart and love you
+
That's just how it feels
+
That's just how it feels
+
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Writer: Karriem Hassan Mack, Nija Charles, Rakim Hasheem Allen, Raymond Lennon, Tatiana Matthews
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.





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