Ty Dolla Sign - Beach House 3 Album Lyrics

Famous
Famous Lies
Love U Better
Ex
Famous Excuses
Droptop in the Rain
Dont Judge Me
Dawsins Breek
Dont Sleep On Me
Stare
Famous Friends
So Am I
Lil Favorite
In Your Phone
All The Time
Famous Amy
Side Effects
Famous Last Words
Message In A Bottle
Nate Howard Intro

Famous

Everybody wants to be famous, yeah, yeah
Everybody wants to be famous

Everybody wanna make it
Everybody tryna get somewhere
Everybody wants attention
Want you to know that they're standing right there
So many stars, they just wanna be up there with them
So they can shine bright and show the world how they fit in, yeah, yeah
They want their name in the lights
Wanna be on your flatscreen
They wanna sign autographs, all the important things

Everybody wants to be famous, yeah, yeah
Everybody wants to be famous
Anyway, anyhow
They ain't worried 'bout who they steppin' on, no
Just as long as they reach the top
They don't wanna die nameless, no
They just wanna be famous
Yeah, they wanna be famous
Ooh, they just wanna be famous

Everybody wants to be accepted
Accepted by all of your love
Just a couple likes from you (you)
Will be more than enough
They don't wanna work all day, they wanna make it overnight
Just to look good in public, you know they spend their last dimes

'Cause everybody wants to be famous, yeah
Everybody wants to be famous
Anyway, anyhow
They ain't worried 'bout who they steppin' on, no
Just as long as they reach the top
They don't wanna die nameless, no
They just wanna be famous
Yeah, they wanna be famous (wanna be famous)
Ooh, they just wanna be famous (anyway, anyhow)

They just wanna be around ('round)
Everything that goes up, comes down (down, down)
Everything that goes up, comes down (down, down)
Still wanna be famous
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah
Ah, ah, ah, ah

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Writer: DOMINIC J. JORDAN, JAMES M. GIANNOS, JASON P D BOYD, SASHA SIROTA, TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR.
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Famous Lies

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Love U Better

All night long
You wanted me to love
Mustard on the beat, ho

Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

Pull up on your girl with my roof gone
I'mma pull up on your girl with my jewels on
Pull up on your girl with that heat on
And she ain't know if it's a Dolla or a Dream song
First I beat it from the back, she on top now
She used to wanna leave, but she not now
She used to wanna be with you, but nigga, not now
It's kinda funny how she put herself on lockdown
And now you talkin' that blah-blah-blah
I'm up here ballin' that la-la-la
Gave it to her, made her scream, "Da-da-da"
And now you wanna act all rah-rah-rah rah-rah-rah

Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

Girl, you should know that
I'mma fall asleep in it, popped a whole Xan
If you gettin' cold feet, I'll make the snow sand
I'mma rest in peace in it, pop a toe tag
Pull up on it in an Uber, that's how I maneuver
Turn this D into a D+ and I'm a tutor
Turn a B into a D cup, hallelujah
Got her clappin', yeah she booby-trappin' out of Hooter's
Treat the little lollipop like Lallapalooza
I'm the one to introduce her, Kama to Sutra
Say she a cougar when it comes to Young Mula
12 gauge, girl, Tunechi 'bout to one-two ya

Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

Oh, ooh, yeah
Oh, oh
No he can't love you
Oh, he can't love you, love you, love you like I do
Oh, no he can't love you

Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can
Girl you should know that I can love you
Better than he can

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Writer: CARLOS BROADY, DWAYNE CARTER, KIMBERLY JONES, MARY BLIGE, NASHIEM MYRICK, PEABO BRYSON, RODNEY JERKINS, TERIUS YOUNGDELL NASH, TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN JR
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Hm, 4Hunnid, oh yeah, oh yeah
You know, sounds, yeah
Sounds (so)

I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain't coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain't coming home (home), tonight (Bongo By The Way)

Mixing Henny with the Bombay (Bomb')
F*ck it, I done had a long day (oh)
I done linked up with my old thing
Right time, but the wrong place
Yeah
Riding 'round with it on me (oh)
Got me thinking 'bout all my old days (old days)
I been getting money four ways (four ways)
R. Kelly, "12 Play" with the foreplay
I know (know), I be up to no good
Baby, I know (know), I'm just misunderstood

I just text my main chick (main)
I told her I ain't coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
I told her, I ain't coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (yeah, main)
I told her, I ain't coming home tonight (home)

(Ooh), how you living, nigga, how you living? (skrt)
I'm on jet ski's with naked bitches
Give my last to these naked bitches (yeah)
Leave your main squeeze for these naked bitches, yeah
That's how, you know, when it's all bad (all bad)
She call me or text, I could call back (I could call back)
But she imagine in her head I'm doing all that
I tell her I'm not, she like, YG, you a thot

I know, I be up to no good (sing that shit, Ty)
Baby, I know (4Hunnid, ah), I'm just misunderstood (yeah, yeah)

Yeah, yeah, a hundred times, told her, I was gon' stop
But it's kind of hard, when every night them bottles pop
Yeah, yeah
It's kind of hard, when you're making your watch
Make all them nines and tens flop, yeah

I just text my main chick (main)
Told her I ain't coming home (home)
I just text my main chick (main)
Told her I ain't coming home (home), tonight
I just text my main chick (main)
Told her I ain't coming home tonight (home)

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Writer: Tyrone Griffin, Keenon Daequan Ray Jackson, Uforo Ebong, Christian Ward, Floyd Bentley III, Quinnes Parker, Donell Jones, Daron Jones, Michael Keith, Christopher Wallace, Kyle West, DeWayne Rogers, Marvin Scandrick, Sean Combs, Steven Jordan
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Famous Excuses

Pacin' back and forth in my mind
Thinkin' is it really worth it sometimes, ooh
You know it get hard when I'm four drinks in
I just did too much
Now I gotta live with my decisions
I avoid none, yeah
Can't deny what a body wants, ooh
Can't deny what a body needs, mmm

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Writer: Tyrone Griffin, Jr., Sonny Moore, Michael Dean, James Royo, Dernst Emile II, Lee Johnson
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Droptop in the Rain

Ooh yeah, droptop
Hitmaka
Mm mm mm mm, droptop
Mm, droptop, skrrt
Dolla $ign

I know you love it, I know you love it
Kissin' and touchin', when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt
Hop out, droptop, skrrt, skrrt
Won't stop, won't stop, ball out
Put it in the deep end
Soon as I send it
Living with no regrets

I just wanna see you on a
Bed, legs, spread, yeah
I just wanna see you on a
Bed, legs, spread, yeah

I know you love it, I know you love it
Kissin' and touchin', when we in public
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

Let me get you throwed up
I'll get you poured up
Shoppin' in south, baby
I know we goin' up
Ooh yeah, top down in the rain
You's a freak and girl I see you
Keep it honest, drop it on me, oh

I just wanna see you naked
Legs spread, on my, yeah
I just wanna see you naked
Legs spread, on my, yeah

I know you love it, I know you love it
Yeah, yeah
Kissin' and touchin', when we in public (when we in public)
I know you love it
That pussy feels like

Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, woah, woah
Droptop in the rain, oh yeah, yeah, yeah
Droptop in the rain, oh, oh

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Writer: Floyd Bentley III, Tyrone Griffin, Jr., Daystar Peterson, Anthony Norris L, Christian Ward
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Dont Judge Me

Don't judge me
(Ear Drummers)

On the liqs right now, don't judge me (yeah)
Right now, off a bean, don't judge me (yeah)
I might pop a seal in the mornin' (pop a seal)
Lately, I've been goin' through a lot of things (yeah)
On the liqs right now, don't judge me (judge)
Blow the whole pound, don't judge me, yeah (yeah)
I don't want it if it ain't a two piece, yeah (two)
Lately, I've been goin' through a lot of things (woo)

Uh, lately, I've been goin' through a lot of things, yeah
Came up from the mud to the finer things, yeah
I can't trust no one, I can't trust nobody now
Only thin' they want, only thin' they want is money now
Rollie flood the VVS (yeah)
Fifty on my neck (yeah)
Made a mil' out of nothin', made it all off of nuts
Gucci like, yeah (yeah)
Saint Laurent like, yeah (yeah)
Diamonds on VVS, day ones like, yeah (woo)

On the liqs right now, don't judge me (yeah)
Right now, off a bean, don't judge me (yeah)
I might pop a seal in the mornin' (pop a seal)
Lately, I've been goin' through a lot of things (yeah)
On the liqs right now, don't judge me (judge)
Blow the whole pound, don't judge me, yeah (yeah)
I don't want it if it ain't a two piece, yeah (two)
Lately, I've been goin' through a lot of things (woo)

I've been on the liqs, don't judge me (don't judge me)
Let me have a threesome if you love me (if you love me)
Don't you look at me like you can't trust me (you can't trust me)
Lately, I've been goin' through some things (lately I've been goin' through it)
I've been doin' drugs, don't judge me (don't you judge me)
Right now, on the mud, don't judge me, yeah (I'm on the mud)
Let me have my fun with this two piece, yeah
That Johnny molly got me Chinese

On the liqs right now, don't judge me (yeah)
Right now, off a bean, don't judge me (yeah)
I might pop a seal in the mornin' (pop a seal)
Lately, I've been goin' through a lot of things (yeah)
On the liqs right now, don't judge me (judge)
Blow the whole pound, don't judge me, yeah (yeah)
I don't want it if it ain't a two piece, yeah (two)
Lately, I've been goin' through a lot of things (woo)

I can squeeze like three in the front seat (front seat)
Ferrari, just forgot about the back seats (back seat)
Lick her down there, yeah, don't judge me (judge me)
She said, "One day your gonna love me" (love me)
Hard work pays off, trust me (pays off)
Sober as I am, don't touch me (touch me)
Seemin' like the drugs is sayin', "Flush me" (flush me)
Everyday, I plan on gettin' lucky (oh, please)
Chase more 'cause my niggas on a hot streak (woo)
So, we need five tables in Hibachi (yeah)
I might put it on her in a hurry (hurry)
Paid in full, so I'm not guilty (guilty)

On the liqs right now, don't judge me (yeah)
Right now, off a bean, don't judge me (yeah)
I might pop a seal in the mornin' (pop a seal)
Lately, I've been goin' through a lot of things (yeah)

Gold heels and ice on your face
What it matter? You didn't love him anyway
Look how much you made
Those for you, Manolo shoes, you got tricks up your sleeve
Take you to the Hills to f*ck on your face
Little bit more than the the drugs I take

"Neglection from the underworld got you virally
Still fallin' from the same game you fell for privately
You ought to be where you say you are, but roses don't grow overnight
You took a few bites, I ain't think it was iight
I tried to get over in my after-life, but this life right here ain't iight
I don't even know how I fell for your type, like this shit iight"

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Writer: Jazzae De Waal, Khalif Brown, Michael Williams, Naydavius Wilburn, Noel Fisher, Samuel Gloade, Tyrone William Griffin Jr
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Dawsins Breek

EarDrummers
Mike WiLL Made-It

I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new 'Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new 'Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin' like ooh
Your bitch lookin' like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

Brrr, hello, who's this? I don't know you hoes
Brrr, hello, who's this? Hold up, I'm changin' clothes
Got a main chick, she like no new hoes
Might speak the language, but I don't know you, bro

Drop top freak and she flossin'
Ice on creek like I'm Dawson
She gon' hit the stage, bet he tossin'
Swimmin' in the wave, I got lost in

I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new 'Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new 'Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin' like ooooh
Your bitch lookin' like nah (ah yeah)
I put that bitch in park, yeah (ooh yeah)
I put that bitch in park (ah yeah)

Hollup, I need your panties off
What is this? Who are y'all?
In whose coupe? What are you talkin' 'bout?
My bitch just came through, she done, just shut y'all down

Drop top freak and she flossin'
Ice on creek like I'm Dawson
She gon' hit the stage, bet he tossin'
Swimmin' in the wave, I got lost in

I got a brand new coupe, uh (coupe)
I got a brand new 'Rari, yeah
I got a brand new boo, uh (boo)
I put my ex in park (uh)
I got a brand new coupe, yeah
I got a brand new 'Rari (woah)
I got a brand new boo, yeah
Put my ex-bitch in park
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park, uh
My bitch lookin' like ooh
Your bitch lookin' like nah, nah
I put that bitch in park, yeah
I put that bitch in park

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Writer: Jeremih Felton, Tyrone Griffin, Michael Williams II, Floyd Bentley III, Christian Ward, Asheton Hogan
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Dont Sleep On Me

Don't sleep on me (don't sleep)
Stop sleeping on (don't sleep)
Stop sleeping on (please don't sleep)
Stop sleep on me (na na na na na)
Don't sleep on me (don't sleep)
Stop sleeping on (don't sleep)
Stop sleeping on (please don't sleep)
Stop sleep on me (na na na na na)

Don't sleep on me
Don't creep on me
Don't creep on me
Don't let me find out
Don't sleep on me
Please don't creep on me
Don't creep on me
No, don't let me find out
Don't let me find out
Don't let me find out
Don't let me find out
Don't let me find out
Don't sleep on me
Please don't creep on me
Don't sleep on me
No, don't let me find out
Don't let me find out
Don't sleep on me

Ay, don't creep on me
Ay, got my p's on me
Ay, and you know I'm crazy
Crazy of you
Out of my mind, ain't no telling what I'd do
Girl, we both made that promise, I ain't switching up
Stay solid even when I got my money up
I remember when you f*cked me in the Beamer truck
I was running out of gas, only asked you once
Always came up on the wheels, never on the bus
Always did her own shit for her, what everybody does
We was geeking off the molly at the festival
Now I'm in the booty club, throwin' all the ones

Don't sleep on me
Don't creep on me
Don't creep on me
Don't let me find out
Don't sleep on me
Please don't creep on me
Don't creep on me
No, don't let me find out

You can't sip my lean if you gon' go to sleep
Don't you sip my lean, don't you sleep on me
Don't you sleep on me, her mans out on me
Don't you sleep on me, I pass you up in a big ol' V

I just went out with some ooh, ooh
She hit me up with some new juice
Champagne at the photoshoot
Celebratin' on curfew
Straight shots, never curve you
She's 6'3" when you swerve through
Droppin' points on you Marvins
Grateful tatted on my arm
Jealous bitches be despising me
Where the f*ck they from? Who hired 'em
F*ck them niggas, check the iTunes
Turned they goons all to my goons
No Sleep Gang, yeah us rappers, yeah we have families, too
Only pain we recognize is pills
Xans, xans, got you dosing off
Manolos, Hublots, got you showing off
Xans, xans, got you dosing off
Pendants, bracelets, diamond chains, got you showing off

We make love the first time we see
We make love and not wise with the sneak
We make love the first time we see
We make love and not wise with the sneak

Don't sleep on me
Don't creep on me
Don't creep on me
Don't let me find out
Don't sleep on me
Please don't creep on me
Don't creep on me
No, don't let me find out

You can't sip my lean if you gon' go to sleep
Don't you sip my lean, don't you sleep on me
Don't you sleep on me, her mans out on me
Don't you sleep on me, I pass you up in a big ol' V

She play twenty in the hills when she lonely
She said, "Twenty, do you want to f*ck my homie?"
All my bitches bad, and they ain't got no stomach
Gucci jacket, cost me fifty-four hunnid
Aye, Twenty, tell Dolla, I f*ck with him
You workin', I seen you, I'm next, you hear?
Don't sleep on me, that's my only fear
She said, "Twenty, boy, this your year"

Don't sleep on me
Don't creep on me
Don't creep on me
Don't let me find out
Don't sleep on me
Please don't creep on me
Don't creep on me
No, don't let me find out

You can't sip my lean if you gon' go to sleep
Don't you sip my lean, don't you sleep on me
Don't you sleep on me, her mans out on me
Don't you sleep on me, I pass you up in a big ol' V

Girl, you know I'm crazy
Crazy over you
Out my mind
Ain't no tellin' what I'll do
You, you know I'm crazy
Crazy over you
Out my mind
Ain't no tellin' what I'll do

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Writer: Aaron Rodrick Sherrod, Asten London Harris, Jacob Dutton, Jazzae De Waal, Joshua Howard Luellen, Mike Dean, Nayvadius Wilburn, Robert Davis, Samuel Benjamin Wishkoski, Tyrone William Griffin
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Stare

Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up in the air
I know you ain't just gon' stare

Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I'm livin'
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

911, I bust 'em
My bitch just got to customs
Foreign, foreign, foreign, foreign
We on Crenshaw soarin'
New McLaren or DeLorean
We can ride and go for it
She be on all fours
You know I be all for it
Just got through signin' a deal, uh
Just got through poppin' the seal, ay
She on the hunt for a thrill, uh
She know that that's somethin' I can give
Dolla don't want no mo' kids, uh
Dolla just want some more M's, yeah
Dolla don't want no mo' friends
Dolla just want some more M's, yeah
Skrrt, skrrt in a Benz, uh
Skeet, skeet on her friends, uh
I got nines, I got tens, uh
I just hit some new twins
Just passed on a lick
Still got Ac' in the fridge
Ran it up on the wrist
See you lookin' and shit

Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up in the air
I know you ain't just gon' stare

Saint Laurent my denim
Reckless how I'm livin'
Brand new diamond chain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
Day day 4-0
I might take your ho
When I walk through the door
There he go, there he go

They got emotions, she's seemin'
Your thot's suckin', you creamin'
'Cause Dolla hittin' it, gettin' it
Get you all the head and he hittin' it
Moves all business, baby
I got everything but limits lately
I just dabbled in some real estate
24K on my dinner plate
Yeah, that's all gold everything
Money over everything
Be your best friend, be your zaddy, girl
Yeah, I could your everything
Get you anything but a wedding ring
Pull up in that Medellin
That's coke white and that's Off-White
Guess the supermodels only f*ck twice
And if you act right, you could get that Act' right
If I f*ck you at my crib, then girl, you got that back tight
Ay, I'm not them, I'm that guy
Spaceships, I'm that high
Superfly, I'm that fly
So, understand why pshh

Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up in the air
I know you ain't just gon' stare

Keep goin' through your phone
Keep stackin' up your dough (woo, woo)
Keep ballin', let the money grow
Kush smell like venom
Keep a eye on the snakes, though
Keep a watch full of icicles
'Bout the hoes, we don't bite niggas
All of the shit that I been through, I can't even explain
Smokin' O's to the brain
Gang, gang, gang, gang
On the plane with my bad bitch
Come to flavors, I got various
Too much luggage, I can't carry it
Love the money, I might marry it
We ain't stayin' at the Marriott
Presidential, that's my residential
Need someone to clean her panties up
Smokin' weed soon as your man get up
She with me 'cause she a fan of us
Young Khalifa on the cannabis
And no, I can't say that I blame her (uh)
I'm puttin' KK in the paper (yeah)
I'm coppin' a crib with no neighbors (ooh)
I'm takin' them pics with my haters (wow)
Don't need you to do me no favors
I be on point like a laser (ooh)
Don't think I'm sweet 'cause I'm famous (no)
My niggas cockin' and aimin' (damn, wow, bang, brrow)

Seein' things isn't a good enough excuse
When you are just sitting right there
I know you ain't just gon' stare
Bein' things you never imagined, the possibility's up in the air
I know you ain't just gon' stare

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Writer: Pharrell Williams, Glenda Proby, Cameron Thomaz, Tyrone Griffin, Jr
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Famous Friends

Baby, can you feel it's mutual?
We want the same shit
Yeah, we want the same shit
All of that is out of our control
Girl show them manner, yeah play all the manners

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Writer: Tryone Griffin Jr., Dernst Emile II
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So Am I

Girl, you're looking for somebody
Somebody you can call on
Call on when you need it done right
If you're looking for a real one, so am I (yeah)
So am I
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I'll make this world spin around for you
Girl, you're looking for somebody
Somebody you can call on
Call on when you need it done right
If you're looking for a real one, so am I
(Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah)
So am I
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Yeah

Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Said you wasn't comin' over, but you happy that you came, yeah, yeah
Said you wasn't gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
(Put it on her tongue, yeah)
Didn't think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah, yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain't you glad that you stayed, yeah

So am I
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
So am I
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

And if you're searching for the truth
But you're so smart that you always know a lie
Baby, so am I
You're sick and tired of a lover who do wrong, even though they know the right
Baby, so am I
And if you're searching for somebody who is willing to stay more than overnight
Baby, so am I
And if you needing some support, instead of someone coming home to pick a fight
Baby, so am I

So am I (yeah, oowee)
So am I
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Said you wasn't comin' over, but you're happy that you came, yeah
Said you wasn't gonna drink, but you happy that you did, yeah
Didn't think you had a match, but both of us lit, yeah
And you was just about to leave, ain't you glad that you stayed, yeah

So am I
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
So am I
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
So am I
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
So am I
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah (oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Put it on her, put it, put it on her tongue, yeah
So am I

So am I

Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Roots, roots
Too real to the roots
Roots, roots, roots
Too real to the roots

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Writer: DAMIAN ROBERT NESTA MARLEY, JASON BOYD, SASHA SIROTA, SONNY MOORE, TYRONE GRIFFIN
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
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Lil Favorite

Skrrt, skrrt, yeah
Sound, sound (sound)

I've been stressin', I've been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I've been flexin', wishin' on my mind
You ain't even gotta test it, girl, you know you're my lil' favorite
Lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt
Lil' favorite, lil', lil', lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt

Yeah, I can't trust no one so I be on my lonely
She say I f*ck around, that's why she keep ignorin' me
You tyin' up my line, but baby, that's the old me
I'm dealin' with a lot, this liquor keep on pouring
I beat a case, they tried to make me do the whole thing
So when you say you love me, girl, you gotta show me

I'm done with chasin' hoes, I'm f*ckin' with you only
I'm tryna make it so I don't end up your homie

I've been stressin', I've been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I've been flexin', wishin' on my mind
You ain't even gotta test it, girl, you know you're my lil' favorite
Lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt
Lil' favorite, lil', lil', lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt

Yeah, said I f*ck around, I swear that's what she told me
All she wanna do is lay up and on me
Got a bag, then we blew it all together
Got a bag, then we ran up that Margiela
Put lil' shawty in a pearl and diamond necklace
Got a Porsche and I dri-ive reckless (skrrt)

I'm done with chasin' hoes, I'm f*ckin' with you only
I'm tryna make it so I don't end up your homie

I've been stressin', I've been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I've been flexin', wishin' on my mind
You ain't even gotta test it, girl, you know you're my lil' favorite
Lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt
Lil' favorite, lil', lil', lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt

Oh, Louis on her belt, never leave her by herself
Oh, diamonds too damn cold, they'll never melt (bling blaow)
Playin' Speaker Knockerz on my lonely (skrrt skrrt)
She my lil' favorite, that's my homie (yuh)
Bands in my pocket, yeah you know I got it (yuh)
That's my lil' favorite bih, don't stop it (ooh)
She be rockin' Prada with Balenciaga (sauce)
Pull up in that foreign playin' Lady Gaga (skrrt skrrt)

I've been stressin', I've been up all night
Had to leave them hoes alone, had to focus on my life, yeah
I've been flexin', wishin' on my mind
You ain't even gotta test it, girl, you know you're my lil' favorite
Lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt
Lil' favorite, lil', lil', lil', lil', skrrt, skrrt
Skrrt, skrrt

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Writer: CHRISTIAN WARD, CHRISTOPHER DOTSON, FLOYD BENTLEY, STEPHANIE AMBER MCGRAW, TYRONE WILLIAM GRIFFIN
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In Your Phone

You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)

Tell me what you in it for
You wanna jump in the private
Show me your passport
But you be hiding past 'cause
You be all on my nuts
But your love is the best
But you already do more
But I want you to say less
Chick chick, boom, too many problems
You be doin', too many wild nights
Yeah, sometimes you're a challenge
I wanna even in the score, I want my raise

You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)

Chick-chicks on you
Too many of them
When I'm in the room, I feel their eyes on me
Got some nerve saying I'm the challenge
But I know, I know that you know
I've been damaged
You be all nerves, and your love is the best
But I get so in my head when you keep shit to yourself
Why you always in your phone?
Can't you talk to me?
'Cause I know what you need and more
Them not to squeal, I can't ignore

You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)
You always in your phone
I feel like you do me wrong (do you wrong)

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Writer: Tyrone Griffin, David Cunningham, Jamarii Massey
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All The Time

Oh, no, no
Right now
Hitmaka
Sound sound sound sound sound sound sound sound sound

I think about you all the time, time
Got me right here waitin'
I think about you all the time
Got me right here waitin'
Bet you ain't know you was my baby (that's my baby)
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah
Bet you ain't know you're my baby, yeah
You know you drive me crazy (yeah, yeah)

F*ck up a check on a Rolex, run up the digits (digits)
F*ck up the bed, left it a mess, do you remember? (Remember)
You was the best, you was the best, and I'm retaining, oh

Got you doin' things you said you never would, would, would
Call you late at night, I ain't no good, good, good
Pull up, eat that pussy, that's a pussy diet (diet)
Most these niggas pussy, they won't try it

I think about you all the time, time
Got me right here waitin'
I think about you all the time
Got me right here waitin'
Bet you ain't know you was my baby (that's my baby)
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah
Bet you ain't know you're my baby, yeah
Even though you drive me crazy (yeah, yeah)

Roll up, lil' baby, roll up
I've been waitin' all night for this very moment
I was thinkin', "Right now"
You was thinkin', "Hold up"
You're f*ckin' with me for no reason
Just like Controlla

I got you doin' things you said you never would, would, would
Call you late at night, I ain't no good, good, good
Pull up on that pussy, 'cause that pussy bomb (try it)
Doin' all the things your new nigga won't

I think about you all the time, time
Got me right here waitin' (waitin')
I think about you all the time (yeah)
Got me right here waitin'
Bet you ain't know you was my baby (that's my baby)
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah
Bet you ain't know you're my baby, yeah
Even though you drive me crazy (yeah, yeah)
I think about you all the time, time
Got me right here waitin' (waitin')
I think about you all the time (time)
Got me right here waitin'
Bet you ain't know you was my baby
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah
Bet you ain't know you're my baby, yeah
Even though you drive me crazy, yeah

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Writer: Andre Bass Jovan, Christian Ward, Christopher Dotson, Floyd Bentley, John James Stokes, Lyrica Anderson, Melvin Moore, Tyrone William Griffin Jr.
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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Famous Amy

Ballin', this side, this side
Ballin', this side, this side

Darling, I feel something
Want it

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Side Effects

Yeah, you tried to warn me 'bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me 'bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me 'bout the side effects, side effects, you did

Ain't nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

No preparing for how you do it
Couldn't get my mind right for how you lose it, oh no
My breath ain't been right since you took it
Yeah, my world's been upside down, it's almost like you pull it
You come around and I-I don't wanna eat
Yeah, you come around and I-I don't wanna sleep
You tried to warn me

Yeah, you tried to warn me 'bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me 'bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me 'bout the side effects, side effects, you did

Ain't nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

Ain't nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

No preparing for how you do it
Couldn't get my mind right for how you lose it, oh no
My breath ain't been right since you took it
Yeah, my world's been upside down, it's almost like you pull it
You come around and I-I don't wanna eat
Yeah, you come around and I-I don't wanna sleep
You tried to warn me

Yeah, you tried to warn me 'bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Yeah, you tried to warn me 'bout the side effects, side effects, you did
Put me with a head now, yeah
Put me in a headlock, yeah
Yeah, you tried to warn me 'bout the side effects, side effects, you did

Ain't nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

Ain't nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no
Safe from the side effects, no
Safe from the side effects, no
Ain't nobody safe now, safe from the side effects, no (side, side effects, no)
Safe from the side effects, no

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Famous Last Words

I'm know 'bout myself
So blessed to be

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Message In A Bottle

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Nate Howard Intro

And when does the story end?
The life you lead is the legacy you leave
My eulogy was read by a stranger
Full of love, but with misplaced anger
I never knew I inspired you
Just breathe (breathe)
Life is too short
Enjoy this moment (this moment)

They hate me 'cause I'm positive
Their negativity multiplies and the result is still positive
Tell your story before they do
Here's to celebrating the accomplishment that
They said we wouldn't make it but they have to keep watching it
I'm the greatest and I know that
I'm the greatest and I own that
I'm the greatest and I've shown that

This is my story
But where does it end?
The life you lead is the legacy you leave
My eulogy was read by a stranger
Full of love, but with misplaced anger
I never knew I inspired you

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Beach House 3 Info:

(buy at amazon.com)

Beach House 3 is the second studio album by Ty Dolla Sign. The album serves as the third installment in his Beach House series. It features guest appearances from Pharrell Williams, Lil Wayne, Tory Lanez, The-Dream, YG, Future, Swae Lee, Wiz Khalifa, Damian Marley, and Lauren Jauregui, among others.

Beach House 3 was supported by four official singles: "Love U Better", "So Am I", "Ex" and "Pineapple", the latter on the deluxe.

The album debuted at number 11 on the US Billboard 200, earning 29,000 album-equivalent units in its first week. The album was certified gold by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA) in October 2020.

Performed By: Ty Dolla Sign
Genre(s): R&B, hip hop
Producer(s): Producer 30 Roc, A1Jovan, The Audibles, BongoByTheWay, D'Mile, DJ Mustard, Dun Deal, Hey DJ, Hitmaka, Jake One, James Royo, Jeff Gitty, Johnny Stokes, Lee on the Beats, Mike Dean, Mike Will Made It, Peter Lee Johnson, Pharrell Williams, Pluss, Poo Bear, Prince Chrishan, Sam Wish, Skrillex, Sons of Sonix, Southside, Twice as Nice, Ty Dolla Sign
Released: October 27th, 2017
Year: 2017

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