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" 45 "
And I'm like Jordan wearin' 45
I told you I was comin' back
And every time they tried to push me out
I told you I was comin' back (Huh)
45, 45, goin' back like I ain't leave
45, 45, I been nice since 23
Ballin' hard, ballin' hard, swear I need a referee
I can see the jealousy, the haters always mad at me, I know
Now why you get me goin'? Why you get me goin'? (Goin')
Knowin' they can't stop a nigga
But I know they know and they already know it
Yeah, I know I'm on but I'll still off a nigga (Whoa)
Before we even talkin', what's your offer, nigga? (Whoa)
Make sure the bank account is looking proper, nigga (Woo!)
Make sure my niggas eatin' steak and lobster, nigga
We hustle hard, you hardly hustle, that's your problem, nigga
Question us and we can solve it, what's your problem, nigga? (Woo!)
Funny how these busters turn to Prima Donna niggas (Whoa)
My whole team, my whole team
Yeah, we lookin' like the Bulls in '92 and '93, yeah
My whole team, my whole team
Yeah, you know it's OHB, 45
And I'm like Jordan wearin' 45
Yeah, I told you I was comin' back (Back)
And every time they tried to push me out (I told you)
I told you I was comin' back (Back, huh)
45, 45, goin' back like I ain't leave
45, 45, I been nice since 23
Ballin' hard, ballin' hard, swear I need a referee
I can see the jealousy, the haters always mad at me, I know
Now why they keep me goin'? Why they keep me goin'?
Knowin' they can't stop a nigga
They quick to try and put my shit out in the open
Yeah, it's cool, I ain't forgot it, nigga, no
Now these famous bitches started blowin' up my line again
Basic bitches callin' 'cause they bank accounts is minusin', no
Money ain't a problem, we got commas, boy (Whoa)
If you don't want these problems, save the drama, boy (No)
Fame for the real ones, shut the roster boy (Whoa)
And my niggas still gon' eat that steak and lobster, boy, so go
My whole team, my whole team
Now we lookin' like the Bulls in '92 and '93, yeah
My whole team, my whole team
Yeah, we lookin' hard to beat
And I'm like Jordan wearin' 45 (I told you I was comin' back)
I told you I was comin' back
And every time they tried to push me out (Me out)
I told you I was comin' back (Back, huh)
45, 45, goin' back like I ain't leave (Huh, oh)
45, 45, I been nice since 23
Ballin' hard, ballin' hard, swear I need a referee
I can see the jealousy, the haters always mad at me, I know
I'ma spend a 100 racks in A.O.D.
You know they suckin' dick if they in V.I.P.
Told the waitress to roll up, bitch, forget the drinks
All this money in the air, the pussy follow me
A .45 on my side, I'm 'bout to drive
Trap jumpin' out the jam, think I can fly
45, 23, bounce
Money I'm countin', wanna be like Mike
And I'm like Jordan wearin' 45
I told you I was comin' back
And every time they tried to push me out
I told you I was comin' back (Huh)
45, 45, goin' back like I ain't leave
45, 45, I been nice since 23
Ballin' hard, ballin' hard, swear I need a referee
I can see the jealousy, the haters always mad at me, I know
" AWOL "
Why you up in here starting drama?
Cutie got the booty with the curve like a comma
We can disappear, M.I.A. until tomorrow
We can get—
(Babey Drew, turn it up)
Why you up in here starting drama?
Cutie got the—
Baby, I see you over there in your zone
You know this might work though
I'm in my zone too, man
Why you up in here starting drama?
Cutie got the booty with the curve like a comma
We can disappear, M.I.A. until tomorrow
We can get down
Feels like I should be throwing hunnid dollar bills when you pass me
You know what's on my mind, girl, you ain't gotta ask me
I don't need no digits, I ain't come to do no math
I just wanna get gone
I got you, baby girl, so you can relax, the way you do that
Girl, the way you move that, how they let you do that?
You know I'm on a mission, I ain't tryna get missin'
I'm tryna get lost
Lose all your girlfriends you came with
And I ain't gotta tell the homies where I'm going, girl
We can go A-A-A-A-AWOL-W-W-WOL-WOL
A-A-A-A-AWOL-W-W-WOL-WOL
Turn off the phone, baby girl, you won't need it
Nobody's gon' be able to reach you this evening, girl
'Cause we gon' go A-A-A-A-AWOL-W-W-WOL-WOL
A-A-A-A-AWOL-W-W-WOL-WOL
Goddamn, I love the way you fit them Dolce & Gabannas (Gabannas)
The way she dancing, make me wanna get behind her (Behind her)
We can take a cruise off of Gilligan's Island
And just get lost
I got that mister high money, I'm your skipper and your doctor
We can light it up and blast off like a rocket
Gone in the wind, we grown, ain't nobody watching
We can get lost
I got you, baby girl, so you can relax, the way you do that
Girl, the way you move that, how they let you do that?
You know I'm on a mission, I ain't tryna get missin'
I'm tryna get lost
Lose all your girlfriends you came with (Hey)
And I ain't gotta tell the homies where I'm going, girl
We can go A-A-A-A-AWOL-W-W-WOL-WOL (Go)
A-A-A-A-AWOL-W-W-WOL-WOL (Go, go)
Turn off the phone, baby girl, you won't need it (Hey)
Nobody's gon' be able to reach you this evening, girl
'Cause we gon' go A-A-A-A-AWOL-W-W-WOL-WOL (AWOL)
A-A-A-A-AWOL-W-W-WOL-WOL
(Ooh) We about to while out now
(Ooh) Let it all hang out now
(Ooh) Ain't no turning back around now
(Ooh) It's going all the way down now
(Ooh) Ain't nobody gotta know, follow me and I can take you there
(Ooh) Don't worry 'bout the time, it's irrelevant, we can do it anywhere
(Ooh) We can do this real nasty
Put your legs up in the air (Ooh), air, air, air
Lose all your girlfriends you came with
And I ain't gotta tell the homies where I'm going, girl
We can go A-A-A-A-AWOL-W-W-WOL-WOL (Hey)
A-A-A-A-AWOL-W-W-WOL-WOL (Whoa, whoa, whoa)
Turn off the phone, baby girl, you won't need it
Nobody's gon' be able to reach you this evening, girl
(Gonna be able to reach you now)
'Cause we gon' go A-A-A-A-AWOL-W-W-WOL-WOL
We gon' go A-A-A-A-AWOL-W-W-WOL-WOL
Baby, I'm the first captain, you my sergeant
Damn right, I'm tryna get you wetter than New Orleans
I ain't tryna beat it up, I'm tryna just massage it
Up against the wall
Oh, oh
O-o-oh, oh
Oh, oh
O-o-oh, oh
" Gone Be My Girl "
Check this out, girl
I know you sitting back saying to yourself
"I know he ain't tryna holla," nah
But it's something I gotta tell ya
Aw yeah, aw yeah, and it got to do with love
And I just want you to sit back and listen
While I sing this song to you
Check me, listen, huh
It's like the hardest thing for me to say
Without cracking a smile
It's something that we both really feel inside
But never talked about
They call it love, oh yes, they do
A dangerous thing when you're part of the games
So, girl, I feel you when you get emotional and don't wanna let me go
Ha, but it's something I gotta tell ya
Don't mean to cut you off but the question is
So when you gon' be my girl? When you gon' be my girl?
I wanna know when it comes to loving why you change the subject
You should know, girl, you know that I'm the man you want, oh yes I am
Girl, what's really good with ya?
So when you gon' be my girl? When you gon' be my girl?
All this playing 'round is getting old now
So baby, tell me where I stand
I know, you prolly saying to yourself, "This brother tripping"
But this stuff is real
But ain't too many fellas would have the nerve to step up
And tell that lady what's up to let her know he's really pressed
Now getting straight to the bottom line
You're the type of kinda girl a gangsta needs by his side
So when you get emotional, I won't let you go
(When you cry, I won't let you go)
It's something I gotta tell you
Don't mean to cut you off but the question is
So when you gon' be my girl? When you gon' be my girl, girl?
I wanna know when it comes to loving why you change the subject
You should know, girl, you know that I'm the man you want, oh yes I am
So girl, what's really good with ya?
So when you gon' be my girl?
All this playing 'round is getting old now
So baby, where do I stand? Tell me, girl
I don't mean to be rude but I gotta know
So when you gon' be my girl? When you gon' be my girl?
I wanna know when it comes to loving why you change the subject
You should know, girl, you know that I'm the man you want, I am the man you need
So girl, what's really good with ya?
So when you gon' be my girl?
All this playing 'round is getting old now
So baby, tell me where I stand
" Ain't Thinkin Bout You "
K-K-K-K-K-Mac
Yeah (On tonight)
It's like I can't let you go (On tonight)
Oh, but I got to (On tonight)
So I'ma change it up a little bit
I'ma do it like this
We done been together for a minute
Now it feels funny to be doing somethin' different
But it's all good, me and you finished
She got a ballplayer, but a nigga ain't trippin'
And I ain't saying that he don't love you
But I don't think he love you like I do
But it's okay, it's alright
My BlackBerry's filled with a whole bunch of women
Wasting time
Steady tryna get you back
Get you back in my life
Yeah, you don't care, you don't care
It used to be you that I like but I'ma do what I like
Tonight, I'm gon' get tipsy
Over 21, all the girls have fun
And watch the ladies jump on me
I'm not looking for love
'Cause she's gone-one-one
So tell all the girls that the bottles on us
Get your drink on-on-on
I just wanna have a good time and keep you off my mind
And find a little shawty I like (Yeah)
And girl, when I'm up in the club (Club), really turnt up (Up)
I ain't gon' think about you tonight-night-night-night
(Ayy, ayy)
Ain't thinkin' 'bout you tonight-night-night-night-night-night
So where she at? Alright (Leggo)
You got the wrong one, if you think I ain't goin' out (Yeah)
You used to be the only girl a nigga would think about (Used to)
I gotta couple of girls on call, I'ma bring 'em out (Ha)
A Magic City stripper, huh? So this what this all about?
I'm in the club doin' my two-step
I done pulled about eight broads already
I'm just gettin' my feet wet (Damn)
But I ain't even knockin' your style (Nah)
See I be here all day tryna count how many girls want Bow (Hold up, one? Two?)
Yeah, I see you on the blogs with your dude and all that (Three? Haha, yeah!)
But little do you know, you makin' yourself look wack (Yeah)
If dude got a problem, better tell him to fall back (What?)
I'm blowin' real big in V.I.P., yeah, that loud pack
Shit, it's me and Chris in here (Breezy)
So you know it's real thick in here
Better cuff your girl because your bitch in here (Ooh)
Tryna see how many I can fit in my Lambo' (True)
I never go raw, stay strapped like Rambo (Brrrap)
I'm not looking for love (Leggo, Chris!)
'Cause she's gone-one-one (Uh-huh)
So tell all the girls that the bottles on us (Oh, just hold up)
Get your drink on-on-on (I got that Black Card on deck, you already know)
I just wanna have a good time and keep you off my mind (Hey)
And find a little shawty I like (Yeah)
And girl, when I'm up in the club (Club, I like you), really turnt up (Up, and you)
I ain't gon' think about you tonight-night-night-night (Ooh)
(Ayy, ayy)
Ain't thinkin' 'bout you tonight-night-night-night-night-night
Ooh, ooh (whoa)
Shawty, wassup?
Ooh, ooh (whoa)
Oh, baby
Ooh, ooh (whoa)
All the girls in the club
Ooh, ooh (whoa)
Goddamn, you sexy
Ooh, ooh (whoa)
You sexy
Ooh, ooh (whoa)
Goddamn you sexy
Ooh, ooh (whoa)
Oh, you sexy
Ooh, ooh (whoa)
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
I'm not looking for love
'Cause she's gone-one-one (She's gone)
So tell all the girls that the bottles on us (Whoa)
Get your drink on-on-on (Yeah)
I just wanna have a good time and keep you off my mind (Hey)
And find a little shawty I like (Yeah)
And girl, when I'm up in the club (Club), really turnt up (Up)
I ain't gon' think about you tonight-night-night-night
(Ayy, ayy)
I ain't thinkin' 'bout you tonight-night-night-night-night-night
" I Wanna Rock "
(Right about now)
I dare you (Hey)
I dare you to try and take us out our zone (Hey)
It's not gonna happen (Hey)
(Drewmatic, nigga)
Hahaha
I wanna rock right now (Now)
Anywhere I go, I'ma shut it down (Down, Trendsetter)
Niggas better know when I break it down (Down, Drama)
I break shit down (Down), break shit down (Down, we rockin' out, baby)
I wanna rock right now, now, now, now (Ayy)
I wanna rock right now, now, now, now (Ayy)
I wanna rock right now, now, now, now (Ayy)
N-N-N-Now, now, now, now (Gangsta Grillz, oh)
I wanna rock right now, now, now, now (Oh, ayy)
I wanna rock right now, now, now, now (Ayy)
I wanna rock right now, now, now, now (Oh)
N-N-N-Now, now, now, now
It's your boy Breezy, bad motherfucker
At the age of fifteen, comparin' me to Usher
At the age of eighteen, can't nobody touch it
Gon' go
When niggas try to play me, say I can't do it
But when it come to this shit, ain't nothin' to it
And if you wanna hate, kiss my ass and my fluid
What I say, dawg?
'Cause I don't even care
I throw everywhere
Plenty people stare, "Is that Chris?" Yeah, yeah
They say I'm crazy, so I'ma do it like this
I wanna rock right now (Now)
Anywhere I go I'ma shut it down (Down)
Niggas better know when I break it down (Down)
I break shit down (Down), break shit down (Down)
I wanna rock right now, now, now, now (Ayy)
I wanna rock right now, now, now, now (Ayy)
I wanna rock right now, now, now, now (Ayy)
N-N-N-Now, now, now, now (Come)
I wanna rock right now, now, now, now (Oh, ayy)
I wanna rock right now, now, now, now (Ayy)
I wanna rock right now, now, now, now (Oh)
N-N-N-Now, now, now, now