Ty Dolla $ign - Free TC Album Lyrics
Ty Dolla $ign - Free TC Lyrics
L.A.
It's just me out here
At least that's what it feels like
They said I wouldn't make it
That this was a City of Broken Dreams
But somehow lost angels broke cages
They seen animals, we made stages
Became famous by freein' the world of their own danger
Prison mentalities, we're all hanging from propaganda
Victim-blamin', all divided with remainders of Mikes, Trayvon's, and Oscars
Given to common legends, no actin'
The new "Selma" is happening right now
Mama I made it
I killed this freestyle before they killed me
They saw Rodney, you saw a king
Realize how powerful you are and break free
L.A., can't believe we fell in love in the city of L.A.
L.A., it's the city of angels, it can take you anywhere
L.A., L.A., L.A.
We fell in love in L.A., L.A., L.A. (we fell in love)
We fell in love
Uh
In the city of the gangbang
Yeah, we still dyin' over red and blue stripes
Chuck my set up and it feel good
'Cause don't nobody love you more than your neighborhood
We always had bitches, we don't love those
Grew up around the gangsters and the cutthroats
Be careful where you at, you might get bust on, yeah
All my South Central niggas, Inglewood, twist your fingers up
Compton and Watts, Eastside, always turnin' up
Bad bitches up at Greystone and Supperclub
Tell 'em where we're from like
L.A., can't believe we fell in love in the city of L.A.
L.A., it's the city of angels, it can take you anywhere (oh-oh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
L.A., L.A., L.A.
We fell in love in L.A., L.A., L.A. (we fell in love)
We fell in love
God, let me right my wrongs
God, let me write this song
God in the middle of the month
Let me hit the pawn shop, mama said we need a loan
God, let me dedicate this to the eighty-percent that ain't never comin' home
God, let me know you exist
In a city where a hundred hollow-tips get thrown
I'm off that Centennial
F*ckin' at the party, nigga, at the party, we fade ten or more
My hood came thick and we yellin', "We in this bitch"
Then we yellin', "We in your bitch"
Or you tellin' all of us our dwellin' inside of 2Pacalypse, thug life
And we off that whoopty-whoopty-whoop
And we in that hoopty with the two choppers
So we're guaranteed to shoot
Lock us in the L.A. County zoo
Watch us eat a bear alive and ooh
This feels so good to keep it true
This feels so good, I'm keepin' you
Hope I'm teachin' you all the lessons I learned
When I made that turn off the 110
Watch that marijuana just burn this shit just make you wanna just sin
See that Staples Center high earnin' if the Lakers get me a win
I'm gon' liquor shot in memory of Pac, Makaveli live again
Bitch, I'm in
LA, can't believe we fell in love in the city of L.A. (yeah, yeah, motherf*cker)
LA, it's the city of angels, it can take you anywhere
LA, L.A., L.A., we fell in love in L.A., L.A., L.A.
We fell in love
My nigga, so many fell down 'round here and they won't tell
And I ain't talkin' love girl but I know how you feel
And you've been livin' in fear
Remember I'm right here
They got your world on wheels
Girl let's roll through them hills off the ten
Rolling, with ya cousin and 'em
Real shit ain't nobody fake, they is and they ain't from here
City of L.A., city of L.A. (City of L.A.)
City of L.A., South Central, Inglewood
City of L.A., Compton, Long Beach, Watts City, L.A.
L.A., can't believe I fell in love in the city of L.A.
L.A., it's the city of angels, it can take you anywhere
L.A., L.A., L.A., we fell in love in L.A., L.A., L.A.
We fell in love
This is where it started all off nigga
But now, look at where we at now, like what the f*ck
I mean you-
The first song is "L.A."
So then after that, it goes from L.A. to all over the world
Writer: James Edward Fauntleroy II, Darius Gabriel Logan, Dominique Daniel Logan, Kendrick Duckworth, Marlon Travis Barrow, Yves J. Bazelais, Dernst Emile II, Tyrone William Griffin, Nate Howard
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Saved
[ Featuring E-40 ]
Errytime they see me ballin'
All my old bitches callin'
Pull up in exotic, I see a little bitch jockin'
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Yeah!
No I won't save her
Dolla $ign a f*ckboi he won't date her
About my paper, real big shit man everything Taylor
Vans on like a skater
We eatin' over here, man, everything catered
She know I'm a player
She wanna f*ck now but I wanna f*ck later
She been lookin' for a baller (Baller, baller, baller, baller)
Somebody that'll keep her in designer
She ain't thinkin' 'bout love (Ooh)
She got her mind on my money
Can't get a damn thing from me
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
What's that nigga name? Captain-Save-A-Ho man
He ain't me and I ain't him
He a bozo, I'm a real one
She take after her auntie, got her mind on my money
Tattoo on her tummy, booty hella chunky
Every time I see her, she look nicer and nicer
Haters throw shade like a sun visor
I told her that I'm broke, I throw her half of my guap
Bitch I ain't Rescue Ronnie, I ain't captain save a thot
Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch
Make me rich, follow my commands and I'll grant you a wish
I'm just a real one from the gravel, from the soil, the mud
And some of my thugs ain't never been to a club
She ain't looking for love, she just wanna take a ride to the club 'cause she
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Errytime they see me ballin'
All my old bitches callin'
Pull up in exotic, I see a little bitch jockin'
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Tryna get saved, she wanna get saved, I ain't gonna save her
Yeah!
Writer: BOBBY CLIFTON BRACKINS, DIJON ISAIAH MCFARLANE, EARL STEVENS, GLENDA PROBY, KHALED ROHAIM, LEWIS HUGHES, NICHOLAS AUDINO, TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Straight Up
[ Featuring Jagged Edge ]
I'ma tell you straight up
Do yourself a favor
Them feelings, don't catch those
Feelings don't catch those
I don't really want much
I ain't with the drama
Save it for your man, girl
If it ain't money I don't wanna know
I'ma tell you straight up
Do yourself a favor
Them feelings, don't catch those
Feelings don't catch those
Your man he a ball boy (damn)
Girl, why you still messin' with old boy? (I'm just saying)
He can't get you what you want
(I mean how that's working out though)
Say he be talking too much
And you know hoes gon' be hoes
And what you need is you a real one, a real one
Let you go out with your day one's
Without that holler and screaming
Just have you hollering, moaning
In the morning, wake your ass up so we can do it again
Let you grow, experiment
Don't judge, don't act like a
You say that love ain't loved on that dude lately
I know that, that's the reason your nigga hate me
Since you got that real thing, that real thing
Girl, don't start to feel things, like feelings, yeah
I'ma tell you straight up
Do yourself a favor
Them feelings, don't catch those
Feelings don't catch those
Girl, that thing so good, I done told you I love it, damn (aww, damn)
Don't mind me, sometimes I get carried away, oh I
And that thing was so good I done said let's get married, damn
You can't blame me, we had that Jagged Edge playin'
Meet me at the bar in your white dress
Your white dress, in that dress
Meet me at the bar in your white dress
Your white dress, in that dress
I'ma tell you straight up
Do yourself a favor
Them feelings, don't catch those
Feelings don't catch those
Writer: RONALD TYLER COLSON, BRIAN CASEY, TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR, BRANDON CASEY, JERMAINE DUPRI, GLENDA PROBY, ANDREW WANSEL, BRYAN MICHAEL PAUL COX, PATRICE RUSHEN, AUTORO WHITFIELD, SHEREELYNN BROWN, FRED DOUGLASS WASHINGTON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Solid
[ Featuring Babyface ]
I got my money up
These women all down
As soon as I touch down in they city
Man, they all coming out
They love me in New York
And down South
They know I'm from the Westside
And I stay with the loud
Big kush, long money
Bad girls, real niggas here with me
Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid
A1 with these girls, you know I'm solid
Hunnid with my bros, you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Oh, I'm solid
Everywhere I go, your boy solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Big kush, long money
Bad chicks, real niggas here with me
Snitching on your homies, that ain't solid
Tricking, she ain't yours, that ain't solid
She a minor in an Audi
Wouldn't give that ass a dollar
She said, "Don't you got a million dollars?"
I told her "Stay up out my pocket"
Stay the eff from 'round me
You can miss me with that false shit
You ain't drop none on this
Big kush, long money
Bad girls, real niggas here with me
Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid
A1 with these girls, you know I'm solid
Hunnid with my bros, you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Oh, I'm solid
Everywhere I go you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Big kush, long money
Bad chicks, real niggas
I got my money up
These women all down
And every time I touch down in they city
Man, they all coming out
Aye, they on the way
Yeah, they on the way
When they pull up, we gon' celebrate
Celebrate, we gon' celebrate
Hey, 'cause today was a good day
Big kush, long money
Bad chicks, real niggas here with me
Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid
A1 with these girls, you know I'm solid
Hunnid with my bros, you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Oh, I'm solid
Everywhere I go, you know I'm solid
I guess you wouldn't know nothing 'bout it
Writer: TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR, GLENDA PROBY, KENNY EDMONDS, PARIS JONES, KHRISTOPHER VAN RIDDICK TYNES
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Horses in the Stable
Oh yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got a girl name Mika in Chicago
Another one name Patrice in Toronto
Lil' mama name Nana up in Utah
Got a girl name Maria down in New York
I told her give me somethin' good I might come back
I snap my fingers they be on me just like that
They know the way that I'm living ain't right
You just another girl and this is just another night
Yeah
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime (yeah)
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime
Yeah, yeah
Lil baby name Pearl, goddamn
Got a bitch name Nicki pussy like quicksand, suck me in
Catherine and Katrina, we met in Catalina
Took it down that night, was the last time I seen her
Told her give me somethin' good I might come back
I snap my fingers they be on me just like that
They know the way that I'm living ain't right
You just another girl and this is just another night
Oh yeah
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime (oh yeah)
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah-yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime (hmm)
She said she lookin' for a real one
I told her that she found a real one
Said she looking for relationships
I said girl who you playin' with
But if you give me somethin' good I'll come back
If you give me somethin' good I'll come back
But I ain't tryin' to stay though
Nah, girl, I said it happens everyday, oh
Horses in the stable (oh), horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime (oh yeah)
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (oh)
That I can ride, oh, anytime (woo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Got a girl name Mika in Chicago
Another one name Patrice in Toronto
Lil' mama name Nana up in Utah
Got a girl name Maria down in New York
I told her give me somethin' good I might come back
I snap my fingers they be on me just like that
They know the way that I'm living ain't right
You just another girl and this is just another night
Yeah
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime (yeah)
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime
Yeah, yeah
Lil baby name Pearl, goddamn
Got a bitch name Nicki pussy like quicksand, suck me in
Catherine and Katrina, we met in Catalina
Took it down that night, was the last time I seen her
Told her give me somethin' good I might come back
I snap my fingers they be on me just like that
They know the way that I'm living ain't right
You just another girl and this is just another night
Oh yeah
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime (oh yeah)
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (yeah-yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime (hmm)
She said she lookin' for a real one
I told her that she found a real one
Said she looking for relationships
I said girl who you playin' with
But if you give me somethin' good I'll come back
If you give me somethin' good I'll come back
But I ain't tryin' to stay though
Nah, girl, I said it happens everyday, oh
Horses in the stable (oh), horses in the stable (yeah)
That I can ride, oh, anytime (oh yeah)
Horses in the stable, horses in the stable (oh)
That I can ride, oh, anytime (woo)
Writer: Dave Kuncio, Larrance Dopson, Tish Hyman, Tyrone William Griffin Jr
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Know Ya
[ Featuring Trey Songz ]
I was stroking, in the morning
When my other bitch came thru unexpected
She was tripping, I was naked
I didn't answer the door she kept banging
I was high on the molly (High)
I wasn't even prepared for the drama (Drama)
She grabbed her heels and her robe
She snatched that bag crept up out that backdoor
I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I did, I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
Ain't this a bitch
Ain't this some shit
Hangin' on the door, I'm on the floor bangin' her ribs
What's your name? Forgot to ask her
This generation hella backwards
I didn't get to know ya but you gave me that ass first
Tell me beat it like your master
Damn I'm mad at her
She just little obsessed like this
I'm just a little bit stressed like this
I can't believe this real right now
Imagine how she feel right now
She dipped out, so quick y'all, so pissed off
I'm like hol' up
Didn't we just meet last night
Girl I don't even really know ya
But nigga got you coming outside
Now you f*cking, goddamn I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I did, I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
Look what we done started
Look what we done started
I ain't even, I ain't get to know ya
You ain't going for it
No, no, no, no, I call, you forward it
Say you movin' on (Say that you movin')
Say don't call no more
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I didn't ev-, I didn't, I didn't even get to know ya
I did, I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
I didn't get to know ya
Writer: JOSEPH ALLEN, LELAND WAYNE, TREMAINE NEVERSON, TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Credit
[ Featuring Sevyn Streeter ]
Now I stopped talking to them bitches
I did everything you asked of me and more
Still you be going through my 'gram
Trippin' when you know them pictures old
I'm more than focused on this money
Trying to turn this house into a home
Swear you stay focused on the problems
Girl it an't no wonder they ignore
So I say I don't care, you say I ain't there
So I should just pack my shit and go
I grab myself a bag, you beg me to come back
How much you play them games with your nigga, I'm so tired of it
Now you can't make your mind up if you want a nigga
I hate to see you lonely like these other bitches
You bringing up the past when you know this different
And you know it's different, I'm just asking girl
Just give a nigga some credit where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
I said give a nigga some credit where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit where credit is due
I ain't never flirt with none of your home girls
I could give a f*ck about your so hoe girls
I never smoked weed in your mama house
Unless you sparked that shit, she was out of town
I promise to go to the grave with all your secrets
And whatever gifts I bought you, you can keep it
Girl, as strong as I am you're my Venus
And after a long day at work, you're like a weekend
So I say I don't care, you say I ain't there
So I should just pack my shit and go
I grab myself a bag, you beg me to come back
How much you play them games with your nigga, girl
Now you can't make your mind up if you want a nigga
I hate to see you lonely like these other bitches
You bringing up the past when you know this different
And you know it's different, I'm just asking girl
Just give a nigga some credit where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
I said give a nigga some credit where credit is due
Just give a nigga some credit
Just give a nigga some credit where credit is due
Baby I done forgot about it
I be sitting around and just thinking about it
You do everything you say you gon' do
Want you to know I appreciate all that shit
Even when we be arguin'
Still come before everybody
Ain't no ifs, ands or buts about it
Because what we got here wouldn't trade for nothin'
If you gotta go, be good to your man
Because I know you're good for it
I know you're good for it, do what you should for it
I know you're good for it
Nigga you are the good kid, and that's how it should be
I know you're good for it
Writer: B HAM, CY FYRE, DERNST EMILE, DEVIN CRUZ, GLENDA PROBY, MARLON BARROW, TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Miracle / Wherever
Life life's a miracle and a blessing
Every trial and test is a lesson
Gotta seek the truth and stop guessing
Ain't got no room for doubts so ask questions
Knowledge is the most powerful weapon
Gotta forward march, no half stepping
I've learned, learned, learned
Ooh ohh, ooh oh
My mamma really really tried to keep me out the terrors there of the hood (Yeah)
And everything they told me that I can't
To show 'em that I could, ooh yeah
People always told me I was bad, I was misunderstood
But, I admit that I was lost
Click, click, do ya, do ya, yeah
Had to learn the hard way, so you won't burn along as you go
It's a miracle I'm still standing! (Still standing)
Woke up with the crosstown, beefin' in my own town, only in the midtown
Never thought that I would make it
But, on my mamma, I'm on now!
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle
It's a miracle, ooh ohh, ooh ohh
I remember when they doubted us
Kicked us while we was down, don't want to help us up
Damn!
Indoctrinated and banging before I could bust a nut
Cuttin' up, couldn't shut 'em up
Now I'm on my way upstate
Locked up then gave thanks, change my up
This remind me of the time I survived
But in my mind I knew that my date came up
Knew it was God, mamma tried, but couldn't save him
And now we on our way up
Hinting that a prison break on the way, anticipating
They say it's like waiting on Judgment Day (Huh)
Now they praise us
But we downplay fame, and stay prayed up
Look where we came from
Yeah, we caged up, but they couldn't enslave us
(Miracle) Now they're payin' us, yup
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle
It's a miracle, ooh ohh, ooh ohh
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle
It's a miracle, ooh, ohh, ohh
It's a miracle
How they stayed hatin' on us, guess they didn't know
We them boys, we them niggas
Look at all this money and all these bitches
But it's still realness over millions
Keep God first and f*ck them niggas
That switched up and got caught up in they feelings
I kept my ten toes down like I'm supposed to
Stay focused like I'm supposed to
And stay away from them broke dudes, like I'm 'supposed to
Oh yeah. It's a miracle!
It's a miracle! It's a miracle!
'Cause, on my mamma, I'm on now!
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle (Oh oh)
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle (It's a miracle)
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle (Ohh ohh ohh)
It's a miracle, ooh ohh, ooh ohh (Oh)
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle (A miracle)
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle (Ohh oh)
(Ohh, oh) It's a miracle
It's a miracle, ooh, ohh, ohh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh
Ooh yeah
I, I I I I I wanna know what it do
How did we end up in this bathroom?
If you don't mind? I don't either
Long as we can keep a secret, we'll be fine
Bend you right over the sink
'Till I make that thang leak
Drippin' down your legs 'till it hit your feet, oh!
Girl we do it whenever
Girl we do it whenever
Whenever, wherever
Wherever babe, oh, no no no, no no, no, no no
Wherever baby, oh
In the jeep when I pick you up, from yo mamma house (Yeah)
Couldn't wait 'till we got down the block (Shit) uh
Girl you know I can't drive with you in my lap
You a beast, you a animal
The way you ride that pole (That pole) oh oh
You remind me of Aaliyah when you rock that boat (That boat) row, row
Little mamma give me head riding down the highway (Down the highway), uh
Pull up then start f*ckin' in the driveway (In the driveway) uh
Baby girl sex crazy (Crazy)
Everytime we f*ck is so amazin'
She my lil' freak (Oh yeah)
She my lil' baby! (Uh oh oh yeah)
Girl we do it wherever
Girl we do it wherever
Whenever, wherever
Wherever babe, oh, no no no, no no, no, no no
Wherever baby, oh
In the jeep when I pick you up, from yo mamma house
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Ooh ooh ooh
Writer: ANGEL GRIFFIN, CHRISTOPHER JAMES MALACHI, DERNST EMILE, GABREAL GRIFFIN, NATE WELSH, TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Guard Down
[ Featuring Kanye West, Diddy ]
Can't let 'em take your spirit
Never let 'em take your soul
Sister don't let your guard down
You know there's more out there waiting for you
Hell naw, no, sister don't let your guard down
You've come way, way too far now
Lesson learned, lesson learned
Lessons learned, lessons learned, lessons learned
May your future last long, past, present
Faith, God, hold on to heaven
One hand up, hold onto heaven
God bless us with every second on earth
Same as the legend was told
To my ears at 5 years old
Sister don't let your guard down
You've got too much shit goin' on yeah
But I know you've been workin' through all that
Know you, I know you've been goin' through it your whole life
And I say, brother don't let your guards down
Body's starting to rot now
Know you've been workin' that body all night
But it's 3am and we bout to go up again
It's 3 am and we're just starting again
It's 3 am and we're just starting again
Sister don't let your guard down
I know you've been working hard now
Brother don't let your guard down
Nah, nah, nah
And the fight not over, the fight just beginning
The last kid exposed, soon as he went it
The devil is smiling
The guy keeps on sinning
Don't let them take over the heart within, no
Sister don't let your guard down
It's 'bout to get hard now
And brother don't let your love go
Support her in the best way you know how
Love on your woman, step by your brother
Hold on to your loved ones
I know we've all lost some
Pray before rain falls, cause the bombs are coming
They don't share the love but they're upto something
(I know it, I know that they're up to something
I know, I know it, that they're up to something)
So, sister don't let your guard down
Shit's about to get hard now
Brother don't let them on now
Protect them the best way you know how
(The best way that you know
The best way that you know
The best way that you know how)
Brother, (protect her the best way that you know)
(The best way that you know
The best way that you know how)
Sometimes when you have something
It's like you take it for granted
And sometimes something loves you
And you don't love it back
See right now wish you was here
I wish you was here so I could hold you down
I wish you was here so you could hold me down
This to my brother, this to my sister, this to my Queen
What y'all smoking on though?
That's a little OG, that Dolla $ign OG. This shit flight nigga
Hey you bleeding? God damn
I got the Wiz Khalifa
Khalifa kiss kk
Nah the Wiz Khalifa little cones and shit
Writer: Chauncey Hollis, Kanye West, Sean Combs, Tyrone Griffin
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Sitting Pretty
[ Featuring Wiz Khalifa ]
All that ass she walkin' 'round with is sitting pretty
I can't tell if it's real or not but it's sitting pretty
Forgiatos on the whip that be sitting pretty
Rollie on the wrist that be sitting pretty
Sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty
Throwing 100's and 50's if she pretty
If she pretty, sitting pretty
They be goin' shopping every weekend
Baby killin' all these hoes, they be mad
They just jealous, bae gon' stunt when she pull up
Bae gon' hop out, then walk in then go up
Drink a little somethin' then pour up
From the city everybody know us
And me and Young Khalifa, nigga hold up
Little momma said "how you stay so high but be so focused"
Shit, I guess I'm the man, I feel like the man
I came with my dogs, we takin' no losses
We stuck to the band, I can't be your man
All that ass you walkin' 'round with is sitting pretty
I can't tell if it's real or not but it's sitting pretty
Forgiatos on the whip that be sitting pretty
Rollie on the wrist that be sitting pretty
Sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty
Throwing 100's and 50's if she pretty
If she pretty, sitting pretty
Hoes in my section I gotta go old school collection
Rollin' up dope, wrappin' smoke my profession
My Rollie just won the election
Pull up, drop the top, hit the swish
Let it drop, stop and smoke out the whole intersection
I roll with protection
Pull up to the club late as f*ck just to sow my investments
Send emojis, y'all hoes get the message
Randy Moss is for sure a reception
Talk to God so I know it's a blessin'
Rollin' up on the phone, playin' Tekken
And the front got the batteries chargin'
And the kitchen got two bitches chefin'
One stuffin' clothes, one undressin'
I'm gettin' this money, finessin'
Know what I'm sayin'?
All that ass you walkin' 'round with is sitting pretty
I can't tell if it's real or not but it's sitting pretty
Forgiatos on the whip that be sitting pretty
Rollie on the wrist that be sitting pretty
Sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty, sitting pretty
Throwing 100's and 50's if she pretty
If she pretty, sitting pretty
Writer: TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR, BENJAMIN LEVIN, CAMERON THOMAZ, BEN ASH, NOAH BERESIN, JAZZAE DAWAEL
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Downtown Music Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
When I See Ya
[ Featuring Fetty Wap ]
(Johnny Juliano)
Dolla Sign, Dolla
Ooh-yeah
Yeah-ayy, yeah, yeah, yeah-ayy
Huh-huh
I got more money than your nigga do girl
You ain't worry 'bout it
We be still f*ckin' 'round and I got a bitch too
You ain't worry 'bout it (ooh, yeah)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, we ain't worry 'bout it (ooh, yeah)
Yeah, 'cause we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya (oh, yeah, huh-huh)
Girl we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya (oh-oh-oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
You said that sorry ass nigga ain't hit it right (no-no)
I came through, I f*cked all on you, had you feelin' right (yeah-yeah)
I brought the weed, you had the drank
We got dumb lit (lit)
We turned the music up loud so they can't hear
'Cause you be loud as a bitch when I'm deep in that shit (deep in that shit)
If my bitch find out I be pleadin' the fifth (I ain't gon' say shit)
Why your home girls say we pull off in the four?
Girl wait, them bitches ain't got no money
Them bitches can't tell you nothin' (oh-oh-oh)
I got more money than your nigga do girl
You ain't worry 'bout it (girl you ain't worry 'bout it)
We be still f*ckin' 'round and I got a bitch too
You ain't worry 'bout it (worry 'bout it)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, we ain't worry 'bout it (no-no-no)
Yeah, 'cause we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya (we gon' f*ck)
Girl we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya (oh-oh-oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayy, we be goin' all night girl
Droppin' them drawers, puttin' holes in the walls (?)
You a freak and I like that girl
Come ride with a boss, blow a check at the mall
So you can leave your man at home
I'm just tryna play baby, I ain't tryna waste no time
We ain't got all day baby, hit it then I press rewind
Won't you come my way baby girl
Got way more money than y'all
Nigga ain't got no bank, baby
Sneak up from behind 'em, dancin' while we singin'
You ain't never met a nigga like me
Girl you know my name baby (Zoovie)
I got more money than your nigga do girl
You ain't worry 'bout it
We be still f*ckin' 'round and I got a bitch too
You ain't worry 'bout it (worry 'bout it)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh, we ain't worry 'bout it (oh-oh-oh)
Yeah, 'cause we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya (we gon' f*ck)
Girl we gon' f*ck when I see ya (girl we gon' f*ck)
All we do is f*ck when I see ya (oh-oh-oh)
Yeah, yeah, yeah
All we do is f*ck when I see ya
All we do is f*ck when I see ya
Girl we gon' f*ck when I see ya
All we do is f*ck when I see ya
Writer: Brock Korsan, John Earl Julian, Ronald N. La Tour, Tyrone William Griffin Jr., Willie Maxwell
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Blasé
[ Featuring Future, Rae Sremmurd ]
You know what's going on
Over there and over there, okay
Ordered up a hundred Rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
I'm just, whipping Maserati (Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Blasé, blasé
Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé
Whipping Maserati (Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah
Blasé, blasé, blasé, all I drink is Bombay
When I'm with my niggas, I might drink that Henny
Smoking kush in public, motherf*ck the police
I ain't scared to die, on the dead homies
Hittin' them licks, wh-whipping the bricks
Still with the shit, I'm young and I'm rich, young and I'm rich
I got hoes nigga, I got hoes in different area codes
I think I'm Nate Dogg
I started from the ground, I'm that nigga now
I stay with the loud, can you hear me now?
And my bitch cold, she a centerfold
Put her on a stand, and she never told
Ordered up a hundred Rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
I'm just, whipping Maserati (Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Blasé, blasé
Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé
Whipping Maserati (Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah
I break the bank like an athlete, huh
Shawty krunk drunk, f*cking up her new Louboutins
If I let her in my Masi she might be a trending topic
Before she gotta ride it, bust it, pop it, blasé, blasé
Been spent your rent and I'm still blowing big faces
Something 'bout them Ben Franklins make any bitch get naked
Crew got the juice, bitch you don't need no chasers
Ball on these niggas, I need knee replacements
Ordered up a hundred Rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
I'm just, whipping Maserati (Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Blasé, blasé
Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé
Whipping Maserati (Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah
Sipping out the jug until I feel it in my body
I was, uh, hoping you were salty when you saw me
Keep her rowdy, seen around me, all we do is dip and dab
Got twin turbos on twin turbos and them bitches really smash
It's a 50/50 chance I might, ditch ya (Ditch ya)
It's a 50/50 chance that these niggas didn't pitch in
I'm pouring up 'til I can't no more
I swear everything I see slo mo'
Ordered up a hundred Rosés, need a Benz like blasé, blasé
I'm just, whipping Maserati (Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Blasé, blasé
Blasé, blasé, blasé, blasé
Ordered up a hundred bottles in the club like blasé, blasé
Whipping Maserati (Skurr, skurr, skurr, skurr)
Ohh, blasé, blasé, blasé, yeah, yeah
Alcohol and chronic, yeah, that's all we want
Alcohol and chronic, yeah, that's all we want
Alcohol and chronic, yeah, that's all we want
Alcohol and chronic, yeah, that's all we want
That's all we want
That's all we want
That's all we want
That's all we want
Writer: TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR, KHALIF BROWN, GARY HILL, NAYVADIUS WILBURN, AAQUIL BROWN, MARQUIS MEDINA
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Only Right
I brought my niggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad bitch, but it's only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right
Same friends, but it's only right
All my niggas rich, man, it's only right
Get it how you live, man, it's only right
Broke bread with my bitch, man, it's only right
Yeah, it's only right that I ball
Only right that all my ex-bitches call, yeah, it's only right
If a nigga ever try
Only right if a nigga gotta die, yeah, it's only right
It's only right we on top
All you copycat niggas, stop, man, that ain't right
It's only right that I gas
Only right I still whoop a niggas ass, yeah, it's only
It's only right she f*ck with a nigga like me
It's only right I f*cked a bitch in my Nikes
It's only right that I f*ck her all night, give her pipe
Have her f*cked up saying, 'Alright'
Ay, it's TeeCee the loc
She say my dick big, but she still will not choke
I hit that, get ghost, run around in that Ghost
Run a red light, so close
And I might throw couple dollars if I see her working that pole
I brought my niggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad bitch, but it's only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right
Same friends, but it's only right
All my niggas rich, man, it's only right
Get it how you live, man, it's only right
Broke bread with my bitch, man, it's only right
Yeah, it's only right where my flag be
All f*ckin' red, bitch, I get it from my daddy
It's only right I'm a whoop
It's only f*ckin' right if I f*ck, you was cute
Niggas only right if the money be long
And it don't feel right if the condom was on
But it's only right, I got one night
I give her 'Murder Was the Case' like Suge Knight
See, me, see, me, I act a fool in that pussy
Virgin bitches run, so I'm bool in that puss
That new Ghost 'bout three hun'ed
Nine hun'ed cash and it feel like I ain't spend nothin'
It was only right they gave me half a mil
That was only one deal, that shit got me the chills, nigga
No drive-throughs to buy foods, no dinner tables
But me Ty, Mustard all got mils, nigga
I brought my niggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad bitch, but it's only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right
Same friends, but it's only right
All my niggas rich, man, it's only right
Get it how you live, man, it's only right
Broke bread with my bitch, man, it's only right
It's only right, I'm a f*ck a bad bitch tonight
Girl, you got just what I want
Let me give it to you, girl, put it on me
I brought my niggas, it was only right
Bought a new whip, it was only right
Bad bitch, but it's only right
Twenty bottles in the club and it's only right
Same friends, but it's only right
All my niggas rich, man, it's only right
Get it how you live, man, it's only right
Broke bread with my bitch, man, it's only right
Writer: DIJON MCFARLANE, JOSEPH ALLEN, KEENON JACKSON, MARQUISE NEWMAN, MIKELY ADAMS, TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Bring It Out of Me
Have you ever been lied to?
Got drunk, got high too
Had sex on the first night
And it was just alright
You just wanna have fun
You just wanna wild out
You just wanna stunt on your ex with your next
Like "Bitch, eat your, eat your heart out"
Take me with you right now
Right now
Put it on me right now
Right now, right now
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
Hennessy
Got you feelin' me
Smoke weed in the club f*ck security
And my enemies
Bottles up
If you get money
Where the pretty girls?
If you f*ckin' some
Take me with you right now
Right now
Put it on me right now
Right now, right now
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
You know what you're doin'
You know I can't take it
You know how I like it
You know how bad I need every time I see you
You know what you're doin'
You know I can't take it
You know how I like it
You know how bad I need every time I see you
When you're here, when you're here
Nothin' I can do, nothin' I can do
When you're near, when you're near
I don't have control, I don't have control
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
You bring it out of me
Got drunk, got high too
Had sex on the first night
And it was just alright
You just wanna have fun
You just wanna wild out
You just wanna stunt on your ex with your next
Like "Bitch, eat your, eat your heart out"
Take me with you right now
Right now
Put it on me right now
Right now, right now
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
Hennessy
Got you feelin' me
Smoke weed in the club f*ck security
And my enemies
Bottles up
If you get money
Where the pretty girls?
If you f*ckin' some
Take me with you right now
Right now
Put it on me right now
Right now, right now
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
You know what you're doin'
You know I can't take it
You know how I like it
You know how bad I need every time I see you
You know what you're doin'
You know I can't take it
You know how I like it
You know how bad I need every time I see you
When you're here, when you're here
Nothin' I can do, nothin' I can do
When you're near, when you're near
I don't have control, I don't have control
I'm just a freak and I can't help it
Bring your girlfriend don't be selfish
Tonight is what we make it
You bring it out of me
You bring it out of me
Writer: Tyrone Griffin
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Actress
[ Featuring R. Kelly ]
She's a actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
The director in this bitch, blockbuster in this bitch
Sex producer, lights, camera, action in this bitch
We all off in this bitch, and I'm all off in that ass
I'm way past the speed limit, yeah I'm driving it fast
Somethin' out of a magazine she belong on TV
She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me
She's an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Health club in this bitch
We working out in this bitch
Crazy sex, get ignorant, that's going dumb in this bitch
Yeah she's a star out this flick
Give her five stars in this bitch
Shawty know the whole routine, she ain't gotta practice this shit
Some out of a magazine she belong on TV
She remind me of a pornstar the way she put it on me
She's an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
She's an actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress, actress
She's a natural, natural, natural actress, natural actress, natural actress
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
Damn she good, damn, damn she good
So good, so good, she's so good
She remind me of Holly, a Meagan Good, Angelina for sure
Julia, Keri, Gabrielle, Taraji, Sanaa and Google your mind for an actress
At midnight the genius stroke the f*ck outta you
Baby girl you hit this the wrong way it choke the f*ck outta you
I rap you in these sheets and smoke the f*ck outta you
Hit you with this D properly and turn the clock outta you
Maybe in the morning I can get a buck outta you
If your credit is on point get a truck outta you
Do the f*ck I gotta do, you a fan
Writer: DERNST EMILE, ROBERT KELLY, TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Finale
She said what you smokin' on?
You think I smoke too much
I think you think too much
You're always in a rush
You don't make time for us
These bitches in the way
You don't have to stay
You can go and play
You don't have to stay
You can run and fade away
You don't have to stay
You can go and play
You don't want to stay
You can go and fade away
Just start it up, will you start it up
Start it up girl, give it to me
Oh baby
Let's go, high
Get started, get started, get started baby
We gotta get started, we gotta get started now
We got started and shit, you know
If you wasn't even big as shit at the time, you know
It's cool, though (Yeah)
Yeah, you know long after the game you know
Been doin' it for a second
Same shit kinda get faded and shit
(Can I say Sa-Ra?)
Writer: TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR, STEPHEN BRUNER, KHALIL ABDUL-RAHMAN, TAZ ARNOLD, SHAFIQ HUSAYN, OM'MAS KEITH, PARIS JONES, SAM BARSH
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network
Free TC is the debut studio album by American singer Ty Dolla Sign. It was released on November 13, 2015, by Atlantic Records. As executive producers, Ty Dolla Sign and Wiz Khalifa enlisted a variety of collaborators; including DJ Mustard, DJ Spinz, Cardo, Johnny Juliano, Kendrick Lamar, Brandy, Rae Sremmurd, E-40, Future, and Kanye West, among others.
Free TC received generally positive reviews from critics. The album debuted at number 14 on the US Billboard 200, selling 31,000 units in its first week. It was supported by three singles: "Only Right", "Blasé", and "Saved".
The deluxe version was released on March 25, 2016, which includes four bonus tracks, including the single "Wavy" and three new tracks.
Performed By:
Ty Dolla $ignFree TC received generally positive reviews from critics. The album debuted at number 14 on the US Billboard 200, selling 31,000 units in its first week. It was supported by three singles: "Only Right", "Blasé", and "Saved".
The deluxe version was released on March 25, 2016, which includes four bonus tracks, including the single "Wavy" and three new tracks.
Genre(s): Hip hoptrap, R&B
Producer(s): Babyface, Benny Blanco, Cardo, Chordz, D'Mile, Dave Kuncio, DJ Khalil, DJ Mustard, DJ Spinz, The Dramaticz, Flippa, Hit-Boy, Johnny Juliano, Metro Boomin, Mike Free, Nate 3D, Noah Breakfast, Pop Wansel, The Rascals, Rance, Shafiq Husayn, Stargate, Thundercat, Twice as Nice, Two Inch Punch, Ty Dolla Sign
Length: 72:34
Released: November 13th, 2015
Year: 2015