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" Changed Man "
Daily, I've been waiting for the time
To pass and let it fade in
But baby, my patience is driving me crazy
Making me feel apart
What do you do when the truth isn't quite enough?
They looking at you, telling you, "We need to break it up"
You need to trust what you do, it's you and me in love
But I'ma make it up to you and show the world
I'm a changed man
'Cause you mean much to me
I don't wanna be done
I'm doing all that I can
And everybody hates Chris
They can never understand
So can we love? Can we love?
Can we love? Can we love?
Can we love? Can we love?
Can we love again?
Girl, I know I told you
Baby, this ain't over
This ain't over
It ain't over
I remember your touch, God, I miss you so much
Please believe me, baby, I'm sorry
And all of this money and fame can never amount
To every morning when I see your face
What do you do when the truth isn't quite enough?
They looking at you, telling you, "We need to break it up" (Oh whoa)
You need to trust what you do, it's you and me in love
But I'ma make it up to you and show the world
I'm a changed man
'Cause you mean much to me (Oh whoa)
I don't wanna be done (I don't wanna be done)
I'm doing all that I can
And everybody hates Chris (Everybody, yeah)
They can never understand
So can we love? Can we love?
Can we love? Can we love?
Can we love? Can we love?
Can we love again? (Oh, oh, oh)
Girl, I know I told you
Baby, this ain't over (It ain't over)
This ain't over (It ain't over, baby)
It ain't over (Yeah)
Saying I'm sorry doesn't make it alright
I know, I know
But I believe that we can make it if we try, if we try
Yeah, yeah, whoa
I'm a changed man
'Cause you mean much to me (Oh, oh, oh)
I don't wanna be done
I'm doing all that I can
And everybody hates Chris (Oh)
They can never understand (They can't understand)
So can we love? Can we love?
Can we love? Can we love?
Can we love? Can we love?
Can we love again? (Oh)
Girl, I know I told you (Told you)
Baby, this ain't over (Over)
This ain't over
It ain't over
It ain't over, oh
It ain't over
It ain't over
" Hell Of A Night "
Ayy, yeah, baby, whoa
I got your bitch fuckin' with a rich nigga
Yeah, I got your bitch fucking with a rich nigga
1738, yeah, baby
This goes out to all my, to all my ladies
Hey, this goes out to all my, to all my girls
Ayy, yeah, baby
I say this goes out to all my, to all my girls (Ooh)
Yeah, baby
Montana, Fetty Wap, I go by Breezy
Squad!
Last night the DJ saved my life (Woo), oh-oh
Last night the DJ saved my life, oh-oh
Last night the DJ saved my life, oh-oh
Last night the DJ saved my baby, oh-oh
From the mud, drinkin' mud out the Sprite, oh-oh
Baby, I'ma love you for the night, oh-oh
Her boyfriend ain't talkin' about nothin' (Haaan)
She told me don't get her in trouble (Haaan)
She was sneakin' through the back door (Back door)
She came to see me in the bando
A hundred on the chain, thirty on the watch (Bling)
She wanna dope boy that'll take her to the top
'Cause she wanna get fucked by a young nigga in the night time
She gon' let me lick the booty when the lights down
Baby, you need to fuck with a real nigga
Stop wastin' your time with them fuck niggas (Yeah, baby)
Yeah, baby, if you let me lick it, I'ma kiss it (If you let me, whoa)
I'ma stick it all in like, yeah, baby (Yeah, baby)
Whoa, yeah, baby (Ayy)
Whoa, yeah, baby
Have you ever been fucked by a thug nigga? (Thug nigga, ayy)
Late night on the block, bustin' juggs, Zoo Gang full of drug dealers (Drug dealers, ayy)
1738 in my cup, yeah, niggas know I'm drunk, nigga (Drunk, nigga, ayy)
When I pull up to the club, see the horses on the car, wassup? (Wassup, nigga? Ayy)
I'm a trained nigga, all I do is stackin' (Yeah, baby, ayy)
Hit the plug up, thinkin' might hit it (Yeah, baby)
Zip the drugs up, bitch, I'm in traffic (Yeah, baby)
Gonna lit 'em up now (Up now)
No, I won't give a fuck now (No, I won't give a fuck now)
You can tell me where the drugs now
You ain't gotta stunt now (Ayy)
Zoo Gang too drugged out (Zoo Gang)
Memories what it was now
I just left the cut now
Man, I swear she got me bugged out
We be fuckin' on the rug now (Squad!)
Yeah, baby
'Cause she wanna get fucked by a young nigga in the night time (Yeah)
She gon' let me lick the booty when the lights down
Baby, you need to fuck with a real nigga (Oh-whoa)
Stop wastin' your time with them fuck niggas (Yeah, baby)
Yeah, baby, if you let me lick it, I'ma kiss it (If you let me, whoa)
I'ma stick it all in like, yeah, baby (Yeah, baby)
Whoa, yeah, baby
Whoa, yeah, baby
I hit the Quan in that pussy
While you flexin', fuck around and drop a bomb in that pussy (Yeah-yeah)
I pour a four in that cream soda (Yeah-yeah)
I got a section full of hoes, bring the team over (Ow! Yeah)
I see the look in the ho face
I see you takin' the molly, wantin' the whole thing
Yeah, white girls on that cocaine
We be smokin' California, call it propane (Ha ha)
Lamborghini's and Ferrari's when we switch lanes
And your bitch call me "karate" how I kick game (Wa-chow)
Know I got my nickname from my dick game
I'ma take your girl, fuckin' up a good thing
They gon' hate on me
Yeah, 'cause they girl gon' leave
She gon' ride it for me
Ain't no love, she just wanna get fucked
'Cause she wanna get fucked by a young nigga in the night time (Ooh)
She gon' let me lick the booty when the lights down (She gon' let—)
Baby, you need to fuck with a real nigga
Stop wastin' your time with them fuck niggas (Yeah, baby)
Yeah, baby, if you let me lick it, I'ma kiss it (If you let me, whoa)
I'ma stick it all in like, yeah, baby (Yeah, baby)
Whoa, yeah, baby
Whoa, yeah, baby
" 100% "
K-K-K-K-K-Mac, K-Mac
Beats I be servin' (Okay), Saks Fifth splurgin'
Diamonds got so many cuts, call my jeweler the surgeon (Surge')
Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, label me the virgin (Ah)
I'm hot, b-b-burnin' like when you leave a perm in
Everywhere I go, these hoes be diggin' in they purses for a Sharpie
'Cause they tryna get the autograph in cursive (Okay)
Little bit of Coke mixed with a lot of bourbon (Okay)
Got your boy leanin', sorry if my words slurrin'
Swervin' in that DB9 on purpose
The roof disappear, call it magic like Earvin Johnson
Get-get up off my johnson (Okay, okay)
No more ridin' dick, shawty, this ain't magic mountain
I've been (Whoa) killin', killin' every song that I been spittin' on
And if I ain't spittin', bet it's somethin' that I written on (Yeah)
Can't even say it was a long road gettin' on
Only took a year and a half and now I'm shittin' on 'em
G-g-get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (Spend it)
Money to the ceilin' (Ceilin'), bitch, I'm in the buildin' (Yeah)
I-I-I'm a giant in the room full of midgets (Tell 'em)
Money talks so don't say nothin' 'less you talkin' business (Woo)
100%, I go, 100%, I go
100%, I go, 100%, I go (100)
100%, I go, 100%, I go (100)
100%, I go, 100%, I go
Lemme count this money
One million, two million
Put this up for my new car
Save that for my baby momma
And all you bums can keep the change
Yeah, I got them bulletproof Ray-Bans so haters never in my head
Money hungry good for me, yeah, I call it wheat bread
Ladies say I'm long strokin', yeah, that's what she said
Crib like a castle so I'm fuckin' on that king spread
Ha ha, big ballin', fuck a loft
And money turn me on so I had to fuck it off
Skinny ass nigga's pockets lookin' so bulimic
And I never spill my drink, you can call me Tempur-Pedic
Allergic to the haters, addicted to the money
You askin' why I'm laughin' 'cause all of you niggas funny
And they call me Action Jackson 'cause every d-day I'm stuntin'
And I'm writin' hit songs like it's nothin'
So nigga, you buggin', frontin', what you think this is, ho?
Paparazzi tryna pop me everywhere that Chris go
Never been no sucker, no lame, mad nigga
And your flow is watered down than a drain, ass nigga
G-g-get it how I live it, come faster than I could spend it (Spend it)
Money to the ceilin' (Ceilin'), bitch, I'm in the buildin' (Yeah)
I-I-I'm a giant in the room full of midgets (Tell 'em)
Money talks so don't say nothin' 'less you talkin' business (Woo)
100%, I go, 100%, I go
100%, I go, 100%, I go (100)
100%, I go, 100%, I go (100)
100%, I go, 100%, I go
" Bad "
(Okay)
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em (Ayy)
Uh-uh
Bangladesh
She bad like a student in detention (Trendsetter Sense, Rhythm & Streets)
Walk inside the club and my chain just glistenin' (DJ Drama)
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah, I got Chris with me (Chris Breezy)
I bet I drank the bottle until that bitch empty (Aphilliates, man, you know how we do)
Gucci belt plus Louis when I hop up out my Phantom (Yes)
Turn my swag on, all the girls say I'm handsome (Handsome)
I maybe in my Lambo or my jet, it doesn't matter (It doesn't matter)
She bad, she bad, she bad, but she's badder
She lookin' at me (Lookin' at me)
I'm thinkin' that she (I'm thinkin' that she)
That she bad than a mother
She starin' at me (Starin' at me)
I'm thinkin' that she
She a fine mothersucka (Gangsta Grillz)
She's a fine mothersucka (Ayy) and I think I love her (Ayy)
Ooh, I think she likes me (Ayy), I'll keep her through the summer (Ayy)
Ride me like a wave (Ayy), have you screamin' "Cawabunga" (Ayy)
Bubble bootylicious (Ayy), make a nigga wanna pop her
Let me know just how you want it (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Watch how quick I get up on it (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Once I get up on your body (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Shawty, I'ma keep it rockin'
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do, like I do
She lookin' at me (Lookin' at me)
I'm thinkin' that she (I'm thinkin' that she)
That she bad than her mother
That juicy booty (Juicy booty)
Got me thinkin' (Got me thinkin')
That's she the daughter of a trucker
She's the daughter of a trucker (Ayy), booty like a Mack truck (Ayy)
Pull up to her bumper (Ayy), love the way she back it up (Ayy)
Say I got a lot of talk (Ayy), shorty, I can back it up (Ayy)
When I put it on her (Ayy), shorty just can't get enough (Ayy)
Let me know just how you want it (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Watch how quick I get up on it (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Once I get up on your body (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)
Shawty, I'ma keep it rockin'
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too (Oh)
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too (Oh)
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do, like I do
I'm like, man, she so beautiful (She so beautiful)
She so super straight (She so super straight)
In the club gettin' dollars (Dollars)
Yeah, she gettin' paid (Paid)
She bad (Bad), she bad (Bad), she badder
Hop up in my Jag (Jag), my Jag (Jag), my Jaguar
Pull up in my Jag with the ice cream paint (Oh)
I need a hundred-fifty thousand just to watch me blink (Oh, oh, oh, yo)
Baby girl fine and her outfit paint
Let's leave this club, head back to my place (Yo, yo, yo)
I'm like, man, she so beautiful (She so beautiful)
She so super straight (She so super straight)
In the club gettin' dollars (Dollars)
Yeah, she gettin' paid (Paid)
She bad (Bad), she bad (Bad), she badder
Hop up in my Jag (Jag), my Jag (Jag), my Jaguar (Gangsta Grillz)
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
Shawty, she bad, she cute, she sexy too
But she never been with a dude like me who do it like I do, like I do
" Deuces "
All that bullshit's for the birds
You ain't nothin' but a vulture-ure-ure-ure
Always hoping for the worst
Waitin' for me to fuck up
You'll regret the day when I find another girl, yeah
That know just what I need, she know just what I mean
When I tell her, "Keep it drama free"
Whoa-whoa
(Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
Chu-chuckin' up them deuces
(Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
Yeah, yeah, told you that I'm leaving, deuces
(Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
Whoa, whoa
I know you mad, but so what? I wish you best of luck
And now I'm finna throw them deuces up
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin' my deuces up to her (Deuces)
I'm moving on to somethin' better, better, better
No more tryna make it work (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye to her (Say bye-bye, deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye to her (Say bye-bye)
Uh, used to be Valentines, together all the time
Thought it was true love, but you know women lie
It's like I sent my love with a text two times
Call 'cause I care, but I ain't get no reply (No reply)
Tryna see eye to eye, but it's like we both blind
Fuck it, let's hit the club, I rarely sip but pour me some
'Cause when it's all said and done
I ain't gon' be the one that she can always run to
(Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
I hate liars, fuck love, I'm tired of tryin'
My heart big, but it beat quiet
(Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
I don't never feel like we vibin'
'Cause every time we alone, it's a awkward silence
(Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
So leave your keys on the kitchen counter
And give me back that ruby ring with the big diamond
Shit, it's over, what you trippin' for?
I don't wanna have to let you go
But, baby, I think it's better if I let you know
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin' my deuces up to her (Deuces)
I'm moving on to something better, better, better
No more tryna make it work, no (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye (Say bye-bye, bye-bye)
Say bye-bye (Say bye-bye, bye-bye)
Say bye-bye to her (Say bye-bye, oh-oh, deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye (Say bye-bye, bye-bye, bye-bye)
Say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye to her, yeah (Say bye-bye)
Look, my shawty always on some bullshit like Chicago
So I flip that middle finger and the index finger follow
Deuces, we ain't got no future in tomorrow
I'm a dick, so it shouldn't be that hard to swallow
The other chick I'm with never complainin'
She make me wanna leave the one I'm with, Usher Raymond
Prolly didn't register, don't trip, later on, it will
Shorty full of drama, like Gangsta Gri-zills
(Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
I finally noticed it, it finally hit me
Like Tina did Ike in the limo, it finally hit me
(Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
I got a new chick, and she ain't you
She Paula Patton thick. She give me déjà vu
(Oh-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa)
And all that attitude, I don't care about it
But all that shit I do for her, you gon' hear about it
Breezy rep two up, two down
But I'm just puttin' two up, chuckin' up the deuce now (Oh!)
I'm on some new shit
I'm chuckin' my deuces up to her, oh-oh (Deuces)
I'm moving on to something better, better, better (Better, baby)
No more tryna make it work, hey (Deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye (Say bye-bye, say, say)
Say bye-bye to her (Say bye-bye, bye-bye, deuces)
You made me wanna say bye-bye (Say bye-bye)
Say bye-bye (Say bye-bye, say, say)
Say bye-bye to her (Say bye-bye), deuces