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" 2 Young 2 Give A Fuck "
Yeah, flow stupid, this is how I do it
Maybach flow, nigga, you are in the Buick
Your girl a doodoo momma, so you know I don't give two shits
Ain't no grey area, I just breed them blue pits
Niggas talk tough (They do) but they don't want it though (Nah)
Confront you to your face and then I'll tell your man that he a ho (Ow)
Bow Wizzle, I'm as real as it get
I'm either gettin' money (Cyeah) or bonin' a chick
Countin' all this money, all these bottles we poppin' (Cyeah)
In a club with the models, got so many options
Nigga, talk your shit, yeah, they hate me, they watchin'
They know my flow ill, I be spittin' and hawkin', yikes
At 15, the Bentley was just a kid's dream
Now these cuffed links got me speakin' like I'm European
A hundred thousand packed at the show in Manila
Then I'm down in Africa where the kids are the killers
Got a mind of a king but a heart of a gorilla
You can imitate but ain't nobody realer
Yeah, I'm countin' all this money, milli for the Bugatti (Cyeah)
And my girl ass thick like Buffy the body (Fuck 'em)
And which one I'ma choose? I think her with the boobs (Come on)
I keep paper like the kid in elementary school (Aw, ha ha)
You know I'm smokin' on the finest, G5 to the islands
I'm too fly, yeah, it's like I'm on autopilot (Yeah)
Man, stop it, I'm way outta your league (Yeah)
See it'll take a lifetime to spend all this cheese
I got a new bitch for everyday of the week (I do)
Suck a nigga off 'til I'm fast asleep
You know them riders is with us, take it back to the hood
Screamin', "Father forgive us," all my killers, what's good?
You know my flow is like murder, gon' give me a sentence
Got too many bars, you think I'm buildin' a prison
Anythin' that I sing is a hit, car collision
How you got all that mouth and your heart is missin'?
Stop playin' with me, y'all lames to me (Cyeah)
Me and Chris got our weight up (Cyeah)
Better get your cake up
Like G&C, get your weight up (Aw)
Must step when I want new cars every month (Hey)
Ain't out front, y'all niggas in a slump (Hey)
We the hottest doin' it
Don't front, better act like you know what's up
" Pyramids "
Hahaha
I can't make you love me
Oh, baby, my queen
Your love is royalty (Oh)
I can't make you fall for me
Ooh, baby, my queen
Your love is royalty
Oh, no
And I will set your tempo, baby
If it's okay, if it's okay
And I wanna go and spend away, wherever you are, baby
Wherever you might be
I'm here as your servant
Ooh, my majesty
I'm doin' whatever you ask of me
This don't need explainin' (No)
This thing here, God made it (Ooh)
Like the pyramids, like the pyramids (No)
This don't need explainin'
This thing here, God made it (Oh)
'Cause only you can guide my path when I'm running 'round like a fool
The stars align with the pyramids
Every king needs lovin' (Ooh)
Oh, baby, my queen
Your love is royalty (Oh na-na)
You're the one I wanted (Oh, baby)
Oh, baby, my queen (Queen)
Your love is royalty (Yeah)
And I will set your tempo, baby
If it's okay, if it's okay
And I wanna go and spend away, wherever you are, baby
Wherever you might be
I'm here as your servant (Oh, girl)
Ooh, my majesty (Ooh)
I'm doin' whatever you ask of me (You, hey, oh!)
This don't need explainin' (Oh, no-no)
This thing here, God made it (God made it)
Like the pyramids, like the pyramids (Oh)
This don't need explainin'
This thing here, God made it (Oh)
'Cause only you can guide my path when I'm running 'round like a fool
The stars align with the pyramids
This don't need explainin' (Ooh)
This thing here, God made it (Ooh)
Like the pyramids, like the pyramids (No)
This don't need explainin'
This thing here, God made it
'Cause only you can guide my path when I'm running 'round like a fool
The stars align with the pyramids
" Play Catch Up "
(Yeah, yeah)
Throw it back, throw it back on me
(Yeah, yeah)
Hit the dash on me (On me)
You don't even know that you're bad (That you're bad)
Anything you want, you can have it
I don't want this thing to go all bad (All bad)
So, do what you wanna do, I ain't mad at you
Ayy, give it time, let you focus (Ooh)
Make, make your ankles touch your shoulders (Ooh)
Pay hunnid thou', just to throw it (Ooh)
Break, money shower, super soaker (Ooh)
What's your name? (What's your name?)
Can I spend some time? (Spend some time)
I'm only here for the night
Fall in love while I eat it up
I'ma fuck it up
Let's play catch up
Ooh, yeah
Weekdays, it's not enough
Weekends be short as fuck
This ain't addin' up
Let's play catch up
Send my love, give it back 'cause you stole it
Give it up, ain't no way to control it
Bite my tongue, sayin' things I don't mean but
Don't get confused, it's all about you (Ooh)
Ayy, light drip, we can take a trip (Yeah)
Planes, don't care, 80 on my wrist (Yeah)
Ayy, shift gears in my spaceship, yeah
Rain, make you mine and we're out of here (Whoa)
What's your name? (What's your name?)
Can I spend some time? (Spend some time, oh yeah)
I'm only here (I'm only here) for the night (For the night)
Fall in love while I eat it up
I'ma fuck it up
Let's play catch up (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, yeah
Weekdays, it's not enough (Oh)
Weekends be short as fuck (Oh)
This ain't addin' up (Oh no, no, no, no, no)
Let's play catch up
Uh, she don't compare to no one (No, she don't, don't, don't)
Her body's what I know (Oh-whoa)
You are a fallin' note, girl (Woo, woo)
Let's play catch up (Yeah, yeah)
Ayy, give it time, let you focus
Make, make your ankles touch your shoulders (Shoulders)
Pay hunnid thou', just to throw it (Ooh)
Break, money shower, super soaker (Ooh)
Is you with it?
Listen, flip it
Do it, do it, good, good
Pop it, drop it on me, good
Let's play catch up
" Wall 2 Wall (Remix) "
Ladies
I'm going to need you all to back away from the door
We are trying to make way for Chris Brown
Ladies
You are not listening
I'm going to need you all to back away from the door
We are trying to make way for Chris Brown
I'm back
(Pull up pull up) Can't believe the girls, club packed)
(What up what up) Shawty wanna lead me to the back (to the back)
Ain't been in here 15 minutes, got a pocket full of digits
And she just won't take no
(Hold up hold up) Now lil mama wanna get mad
(Slow up slow up) Saying she don't wanna share what she have (she have)
Ain't no particular one that's getting the water gun
So many that I want
They acked up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nuthin but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall
Packed up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nuthin but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall
Another two just came and said they love me on the radio
Two twins, that's the coolest scenario
They talking leaving right now
Wanna put in some time cause you know what they are ready for
(One talking) Oh she like the way that I pop
(And the other one) Said she wanna just watch
I'm game for any damn thang, but there's more than 200 dames
That swear they could go
They acked up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nuthin but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall
They acked up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nuthin but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall
So many look good in here
I just don't know which one I want
If I had to choose ya'll know
I would take all ya'll with me
Who wanna try me on the floor
Who ready to come and get this
All I know I'm feeling this party
And you can see I'm so ready
They acked up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nuthin but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall
They acked up in here wall to wall and
I don't hear nuthin but ladies calling
I'm tryna give one of them all this
But they keep coming from wall to wall
Yea smash on the radio, bet I penned it
Yea smash on the radio, bet I penned it
Yea smash on the radio, bet I penned it
Yea smash on the radio, bet I penned it
" Outy When I Drive / Blamed "
[Outy When I Drive]
CashMoneyAP
Everything foreign, nigga
Ooh
Bougie, shit tell 'em back back (Back back)
Runnin' around with the rat pack (Huh)
That ass too fat, tell her back back (What)
Ain't doing no talkin, the choppa got kick back (Blat)
Ooh, ooh
She won't be my boo (My boo)
I was broke, now I got bitches in my coupe (Huh)
Me and Breezy, 50 hoes, by the group (By the group)
That's yo' bitch, she told a lie, ain't told the truth, ooh (Ain't told the truth)
I get her gone
Fuck her once, she won't pick up the phone (What?)
I send her home (Home)
Give me the dome, give me the dome
High-y, high-y, high
I'ma fly, I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up, bitch, on both sides
Broke niggas always minus, wearin' designer
See me, I beat it out the line and it'll fuck ya spine up
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive, flatline
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive
Bitch, on both sides
When I do the dash, bitch, I swear that they mouth wide
Hunnids, countin' cash in a pair of them off-whites
You need to bring your ass over here
If your nigga wanna fight, bitch, come outside
I'm off this Hennessy, too many shots
Don't give a fuck
Ain't no excuses for bein' belligerent, just give me the bottle
Stop thinkin' about it, 'til I'm on the floor
Switchin' lanes, caught in the paint, off the backboard
Ain't no way I'ma change, pussy got me goin'
High-y, high-y, high
I'ma fly, I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up, bitch, on both sides
Broke niggas always minus, wearin' designer
See me, I beat it out the line and it'll fuck ya spine up
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive, flatline
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive
Bitch, on both sides
I say vroom, vroom
808s gon' make your body shake
Look bitch boom, boom
And when I get you
I'll knock that pussy to the moon, moon
If he trippin', grab that Smith
And I'ma knock his brain loose
Do what you do
These hatin' niggas got it bad
Nigga talkin' tough into my lil' condo, and shot his ass
And if you mention me, then you gon' end up in a body bag
Lil' mama, I ain't tryna fuck you, you ain't got a lot of ass
I need a lot of that, yeah-yeah
High-y, high-y, high
I'ma fly, I'ma flatline
Outy when I drive
Bring me up, bitch, on both sides
Broke niggas always minus, wearin' designer
See me, I beat it out the line and it'll fuck ya spine up
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive, flatline
High-y, high-y, high
Yeah, baby, flatline
Outy when I drive
Bitch, on both sides
[Blamed]
Your call cannot be completed as dialed
Please check the number and dial again
Or dial 6-1-1
Don't play me to the left, no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin', aimin' for the neck
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
Ayy, I just check my bank account, I'm goin' dumb as fuck
I point her in the right direction, tell her, "Run it up"
I put her in the Louis line, nigga, one-to-ones
But we don't fight
I take this .40 off my waist just like a tummy tuck
I don't speak much unless it's money, so
If they don't know me personal, then I don't take it personal
They love you when you wins high, let you know (Let you know)
But when your wins low, they treat you like a Urkel
I learn that family don't always matter (Yeah, whoa)
I send these shots around your dome, now you silent (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah)
Ayy, I'm just tryna buy me a big place (Big place)
I'm just tryna buy me a lawyer, help me beat the case
I'm just tryna fuck you, let you lead the way (The way)
And if we can't make it to the bed, do it on the way
Don't play me to the left, no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin', aimin' for the neck, oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your bitch, she coming over (Woo!)
She gon' bring her friend too (Woo!)
They gon' pop and bend it over (Woo!)
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an Uber when it's over
Fuck that, just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do?
'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
If there's a problem, I'ma pop up, I'ma shoot out the roof
You need to stop it 'fore I make your mama really miss you
Ain't throwin' spirals, really big bullets and a couple missiles
I hit your bitch up that Friday and I told her to choose
She told me, "Yeah, we on for the nightcap"
I know your nigga won't like that
Get his cap killed in his life jack'
That's why I don't take a day off
Hustle like every day is the Playoffs
Damn right, we fuckin' winnin'
Don't like me, fuck your feelings (Feelings)
Money up to the ceilin' (Ceilin')
Smoke weed, I'm up there with it (There with it)
Like murder, make a killin'
See murder for no limit
White people in my business
Black women give me kisses
With all these snitches, it ain't safe no more (No more)
Niggas sayin' names and they showin' up to court (Court)
I'ma take a shot, have one Newport
Before I light this bitch up and shoot it off the backboard
You got me fucked up
Don't play me to the left, no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin', aimin' for the neck, oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your bitch, she coming over (Woo!)
She gon' bring her friend too (Woo!)
They gon' pop and bend it over (Woo!)
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an Uber when it's over
Fuck that, just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do?
'Cause you can't really put the blame on us
(Ooh, huh, huh, huh)
I might slide in it (Slide in it)
I like bad bitches (Bad)
Bentley 350s (Skrrt)
I got three with me (Ooh)
It's a blame game (Blame game)
Let my chains swang (Swang)
I don't know her name (What?)
All these hoes the same (Yeah)
She want Chanel on her (Chanel)
Birkin bags, she was rackin' sale on 'em (Ooh)
I got the nail on her
Fuckin' friends and she think I'ma tell her (Ooh)
In my coupe, I got two
Niggas mad I got the juice
I'ma smash on your boo (Smash)
I got cash on me too
She won't play me to the left
I'm a rich nigga to death (Death)
She gon' pull up with the neck
Boss up for a check (Check)
Know he want her
She got red bottoms on her (On her)
If I fuck her two times, she a goner (Huh)
Don't play me to the left, no
'Fore I pull up with that thing on me
I'm shootin', aimin' for the neck, oh
And ain't nobody finna bang on me
I got your bitch, she coming over
She gon' bring her friend too
They gon' pop and bend it over
Like that pussy brand new
Get her an Uber when it's over
Fuck that, just hop up in the coupe
What you gon' do?
'Cause you can't really put the blame on us