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" Back To Sleep (Remix 2) "
So let me fuck you back
So let me fuck you back
I just wanna rock you all night long
So give me what both want, good love
I wanna get into you so deep I'm touching your soul
No holding back, baby, let go
I'm about to hit that, it's 'bout to make you climax
Know that you can get back to sleep soon
Or you can take the day off so that I can stay off in it
We can blast off to the moon
Let me dive deep in your mind
Ain't got time, you're lost and I feel it
I know you're ready for this sexual healing
Just let me rock (Rock, rock)
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, oh (Oh, girl)
Don't say a word, no, girl, don't you talk (Don't stop it now, don't stop it now, oh yeah)
Just hold on tight to me, girl (Oh)
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, rock you back
Deep, babe (Ooh), I know exactly how to treat you
Fuck you like a poet, babe (Beg for it), you're nasty and I know it, babe (Yeah, lie for it)
I'm talking mind sex, 'cause I'll fuck your mind first
Then I fuck you crazy, you'll cum every time
Baby, you know daddy's home, baby, you know that's right
Spit on it, choke, grab on your throat, cum for me, beg for it
Baby, I got that bomb dick (Yeah)
Tell your sister and your mom (Oh yeah) that I don't beg
'Cause I fuck you like I hate you (Oh), but I kiss you like I miss you
Ooh, you got that Jacuzzi and I got that Messi for you all night long
Just let me rock (Oh, baby)
I'ma fuck you back to sleep, girl, oh (Open up, open up, baby girl)
No, don't you talk (All night)
Just hold on tight to me, girl (Oh)
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, can rock you back
Baby, I know it's late, yeah, I've been so frustrated
Today's been a little bit hard on me and I just had to call and tell you I'm missing you
Oh, all the things I'll do to you once I get in the room
I hope you're in the mood
Just leave the keys to the door, the same place you left them before
I'll be there around 4, you know what I came for
Oh, baby, assume the position, we 'bout to try every position all night
Playing games, tomorrow you gon' have to redo them braids
'Cause I'ma sweat 'em out, baby, spread 'em out
You know what to do with them legs and I know what to do with this head
'Cause you got all of the right features
Baby, you're wet as the Caribbean beaches
I wanna dive all in your sea
Girl, let me fuck you back to sleep
Just let me rock (And let me love you, baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah)
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, oh (Rock you with the D, girl)
Don't say a word, no, girl, don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me, girl (Fuck you back to sleep, girl)
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, and rock you back (Fuck you back to sleep, girl)
Ain't sorry that I woke ya (Yeah), I ain't sorry 'bout ya job (Fuck you back to sleep, girl), yeah, yeah
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love (Rock you back, oh)
Ain't sorry that I woke ya (Yeah), I ain't sorry 'bout ya job (Fuck you back to sleep, girl, ooh)
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
" Don't Slow Me Down "
I caught a wave, you felt a way
Now you act like you don't know nobody
Quit calling your girls for advice
You know damn well they ain't got your back
I look up, down, my roof gone, you gone
I woke up, but fuck, I had to leave my shoes on
All this time was tryna get you back
But you never know
I been feenin' for your love
And maybe, baby, you know
And maybe, baby, you know (you)
If you said you're really done
Baby, baby, you'd know (you)
You'd know
Don't you slow me down (don't you, no)
Don't you slow me down (ayy, ooh, hey)
You won't be around (you won't be around, oh)
Don't you slow me (don't you show me)
Don't you slow me (yeah)
Baby, don't you slow me down
You got me in my feelings, I felt a way
How she gon' act like she don't know nobody?
She prolly got a new man in her life
Well fuck that nigga
I could care less what he do for you, babe
'Cause everything that I do is amazing
Baby, we doing our own thing
Yeah, together, together, ooh
I been feenin' for your love
And maybe, baby, you know (you know)
And maybe, baby, you know (you know)
If you said you're really done
Baby, baby, you'd know (you)
You'd know
Don't you slow me down (don't you slow me down, oh)
Don't you slow me down (hey)
You won't be around (and you won't be around, round, round, round)
Don't you slow me (don't you slow me)
Don't you slow me (don't you slow me)
Baby, don't you slow me down (down)
" Snapbacks Back "
Uh (Uh)
Uh (Uh)
W-w-w-well done, well done (muahahaha)
Finish him
Snapbacks back (Yeah), snapbacks back (Ha)
That's all these niggas sayin' (Ha, ha), I brought snapbacks back (Ha ha)
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches know I'm the shit
25 for my belt, nigga, get off my dick (Hermès, nigga)
I brought the snapbacks back (Yeah), snapbacks back (Uh)
That's all these niggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back (Ha)
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches know I'm the shit
25 for my belt, nigga, get off my dick
I brought the snapback back (Back), snapback back (Back)
Man, all these niggas foul like Hack-a-Shaq (Shaq)
Nigga, racks on racks, my bitch ass so fat
Yo' bitch booty like a pancake, flat flapjack
I make your dollars collapse (Collapse), trail low in the strap
Shells big as a turtle, Master Splinter to rap
Sus-sus-suspend you like Urkel, your body hangin' from fat
Thought you was sharper than tacks, get you thrown like some jacks (Jacks)
A-All these bitches with these tassels on they titties tryna tax
I don't give a fuck if none of y'all don't rap
I could pull a bitch just turnin' my back
W-Who do that? (Who do that?) Venus trap (Venus trap)
Flyest nigga in the class
Goyard bag, see that tag?
I could pay your rent all year, boy
Yo' mama know
Your cousin, sister, brother and your mama know (Mama know)
Your cousin, sister, brother and your mama know (Mama know)
Your cousin, sister, brother and your mama know
Bitch, your granny know, nigga
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these niggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches know I'm the shit
25 for my belt, nigga, get off my dick
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these niggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga (Hahaha), bitches know I'm the shit (What's hatnin'?)
25 for my belt (Ayy), nigga, get off my dick (Leggo)
Snapback back, put V.A. on the map
I'm a young nigga, heartthrob, girls cardiac
I got your girls all on my dick
Yeah, them chickens givin' me neck
Nigga, you ain't talkin' 'bout shit
Fuck your city, press eject
Too busy coughin' up them hairballs
Fur coat, bear dog
Spray these niggas like aerosol
And fuck them old niggas, Geritol
Hol' up, snapback on
Champagne MCM backpack on
Lucky that my situation in this probation
Won't even let me strap that tome
My condo ain't no hotter, I be right at home
What you mean, nigga, I'm coherent?
Steez out with my D out
And you wonder why your shorty be disappearin'
Ha ha, I brought the snapback back
Last Kings and them Ti$as, yeah, they sell like crack
You got no car insurance, no Ray-Bans (Uh)
This GEICO caveman (Uh)
First of the month you do a praise dance
Like I'm movin' on up, ayy, man (Blow!)
Stop that, drop a hat in the club (Oh shit)
They gon' be like, "That nigga on drugs"
Get more respect in L.A. than you do (Hahaha)
But you're welcome for the pub'
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these niggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches know I'm the shit
25 for my belt, nigga, get off my dick
I brought the snapbacks back, snapbacks back
That's all these niggas sayin' I brought snapbacks back
I'm a fresh ass nigga, bitches know I'm the shit
25 for my belt, nigga, get off my dick
I brought the—
" Stranger Things "
[Chris Brown:]
Bottles and a bucket full of ice (yeah)
Better make room, vroom hear the Lambo (celebrate)
Bitch better believe that I'ma sniper (yeah)
You know I'm 'bout to take you from your man though (celebrate)
Pop up with the chopper and artificial niggas actin' like bitches, it done started up a epidemic
It don't make a difference, nigga, we winnin', I'm plenty grinnin'
A hundred million platinum, fuck it, you ain't gotta listen (celebrate)
You better step down to me, feel the dick, bitch, open up your mouth for me
Now choke, talk to the dick honestly
I'm dope, bitch, comin' like Eenie Meenie Miney Mo (celebrate)
I don't like when I lose (I don't), if I don't buy her them shoes, I don't like those (regulate)
Do anything that I want to it, think I'm gon' dance on the moon like Michael (elevate)
[Joyner Lucas (Chris Brown):]
While I'm drivin', I'm moonwalking in the sky
With some shooters, we jump inside of the Buick
You duck and hide from the Rugers
A couple choppers, acoustic and the guitar
When the music, guess I'm alive and I use it
Get stuck inside of the cubics
I never lie but the truth is
I'm fuckin' tired of these losers
And all my life want the food
When it's summertime and the juice
But I'd rather die than to lose
It's a matter of time 'fore I lose it
And strategize with the movement
Walk in the trap like a boss, ooh
Hoe, you know I'm drippin' with the sauce, ooh
Pretty with a face full of scars, all they did was build me up
Try to take me apart, they ain't never wanna (celebrate)
Like you have a label, call the doctor
Heard the chopper make 'em do the macarena
All you niggas sweet as candy
Chocolate chip and I relate to Jolly Ranchers
Stick to bubblegum and watermelon flavored
Get the paper, I'ma (celebrate)
On the corner
Heard you niggas got the juice, but I got Corona
Got a little Spanish bitch, I call her maricona
Joyner Lucas, bitch, I'm hotter than a fuckin' sauna
Yeah, I make you niggas (elevate)
All you new niggas don't do it for me, look (woah)
Bitch, I'm the professor, you a student to me, woah
Designer shades on, like you cooler than me, wait (ayy)
All we do is win, you a loser to me
Rappers wanna talk about battle me (Joyner)
You can't give me neck with a mouth full of cavities
Bunch of lil niggas tried grabbin' me (grabbin' me)
Five foot five, boy, you niggas like half of me
You don't wanna see the other side of me (yeah)
Hard to make 'em happy, all these bitches stay mad at me
I just might take her 'round to Applebee's (Applebee's)
Give her long dick and a strawberry daiquiri
[Chris Brown:]
Order Cheesecake Factory, bubblin', why you mumblin'?
Watch you utter, stop stutterin', what you spend? Let me double it
Lime green 'rari, two twins, call 'em double mints
If all you pussy niggas my kids are in trouble then
Shut up before I spank you for actin' up
Now I'm wakin' up in cabanas 'cause she bad as fuck
And all gorillas don't want bananas 'less your chain is tucked
You wiggity-wack with the strap, you cross-criss, make you jump
I criss-cross with the pump, ain't no bricks in the trunk
Leave that shit for the chumps, I still get what I want
Don't wanna believe in my mind, but you believe in my dump
I'm takin' a knee for my side, could give a fuck 'bout they owners
Nigga, look at my eyes, you 'bout to give me my bonus
And every motherfuckin' record, that's a hit, I record it (celebrate)
And every motherfuckin' snitch up in this bitch, they reported (celebrate)
You paid your way for this fade and can't even afford it
Seventy-five mil', look at me now (celebrate)
And all these bad bitches can't keep their feet down (elevate)
You don't really wanna see Brown
Need to stop all that shit, talkin' put the seat down
Joyner, I don't really feel these niggas
Hol' up, I ain't gotta pay to kill these niggas
Time is money, need to fuck around and bill these niggas
Vet, so I'm finna good will these niggas (celebrate)
[Joyner Lucas:]
I'ma kill these niggas, I should grill these niggas
Take flex, Fresh Prince, Uncle Phil these niggas
Oh shit, I'm the shit, you could smell me, nigga
Break ribs, yeah, you don't want no real beef, nigga
I say As-salāmu ʿalaykum when I tear apart some bacon
Hoe, you actin' like a pig, you fuckin' filthy, nigga
Now the police tryna lock me in the prison, said I'm guilty
I said da da da da da, come and kill me, nigga
[Joyner Lucas:]
They must have forgot that I'm pyscho (jheeze)
Oh, you want war? Say no more
Turn your fuckin' block into a light show (Joyner)
[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:] You better be sure, better be sure
[Joyner Lucas:] I'm the realest nigga, that I know
[Joyner Lucas & Chris Brown:]
And I'm so bored, I might switch cars
Save a lotta money on Geico (jheeze)
And neighbors knockin' on my door, what the fuck you want?
Bitch, I'm Irak (jheeze)
Listen, nigga, mind your business
I'm so sick of niggas tellin' me how I've been livin' my life
Sick of rubbin' shoulders, now I'm runnin' over every motherfucker who ain't wanna get in my ride
I was watchin', you was shoppin'
Ain't never had the shit in my side
Now I'm poppin', I'm poppin', and your bitch keep hittin' my line
[Chris Brown:]
It's complicated, fuckin' up with my main bitch
Givin' it to the side bitch at the same damn time
Puttin' my face in it, never wastin' it
I'ma lay in it, hit it, hit it one more time
And then I'ma proceed and play with the pussy
You know I don't keep my cape on a hoodie
But I give a Uzi, it's a doozie, make a movie if you're actin', so (celebrate)
" Wheels Fall Off "
Summertime but it feels cold
Sun's out and it's shinin' low
I'm just tryna make it through the day
Ain't thinkin' 'bout tomorrow
As I lay me down to sleep
I pray to Lord my soul to keep
'Cause there's darkness all around me
Told my brother we gon' slide (Oh yeah)
We gon' ride
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon'-
Ride and we gon' slide (Woo)
Free Wunna and Slime
Fightin' for our lives
While they get paid up out confinement (Woo)
They don't like the fact I went from Honda to a 'Rari (Nah)
Bust down to a plain Jane
Hate the shit you can't change (Skrrt)
Tryna be a winner, but I'll still be feelin' lost in it (Woo)
Tryin' not to sin but that shit hard when niggas crossin' me (Wow)
Holdin' back tears tryna write me off (Woo)
Bitch, you don't know how to love, guess your heartbeat off, yeah
I been goin' crazy, tryna save me, ain't no antidote (Woo)
I would say your name but I ain't sayin' that shit anymore (Woo)
Drownin' out the pain is just a feelin' you won't ever know
I'm a livin' legend, I'ma say it 'til it's time to go
I done put in heavy work
My children won't ever hurt (Woo)
Ridin' for my people until heaven make another Earth (Yeah)
Shot my nigga Bobby five times, I was hella hurt (Ooh, woah)
Caught up in some politics, now we on some wildin' shit
I just wanna see my niggas on without the candle lit (Yeah)
Most my niggas learn how to get money but can't manage it (Ooh)
Couple of my bitches say the word and I'ma handle it (Woo)
If my heart break, no compensation for the damages
Never thought that I could feel so low
All that shit I did for niggas and they still so cold
And why that bitch I really love won't accept my lovin'?
I'm grown and I still don't know (Oh)
Summertime but it feels cold (Feels cold)
Sun's out and it's shinin' low (Oh)
I'm just tryna make it through the day (Make it through the day)
Ain't thinkin' 'bout tomorrow (No)
As I lay me down to sleep (Sleep)
I pray to Lord my soul to keep (Soul to keep)
'Cause there's darkness all around me
Told my brother we gon' slide
We gon' ride
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (Woah, yeah)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (Ooh)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon'-