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" Counterfeit "
Swear it isn't real
I like the way it looks, but I hate the way it feels, oh
I know what it is, uh
I've seen this before, got caught for a million
I know that I'm nervous
'Cause there really ain't a thing natural about it
Water into wine, please
She seem like a miracle, I know that's impossible
You don't wanna love, maybe not
Baby, you gon' give me everything you got, damn right
Say you love me, ooh
Why you in my bed turning over like the graves of the ones before you, 'fore ya?
I keep looking for love (Love)
Can't find it in a party, in a whole room full of bodies (Oh)
I keep looking for love (Love)
Dying over diamonds (Oh)
Counterfeit designing
I'm not feeling these counterfeit hoes
(Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
(I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes)
Feeling these counterfeit hoes
(Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
Feeling these counterfeit hoes, hoes
(I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes, I'm not)
Alright
This is some old movie shit
Everything fake like a movie script
Everything I got public, so
You already know how the groupies get
Pulled up in the fakest city with the Lambo' sittin' and my Rambo with me
Plus I got a bitch so bad, with a rep so cold, big ass, big titties
Stuck in a fairy tale lifestyle
Snow White rollin' with gold diggers
Nigga say, "How much for that one?"
Shit, I ain't even know she was a ho, nigga
I meet these hoes every day
Try to turn love like every way
Hundred dollars bills run the color of red
So I'm countin' my dough in a private place, yikes
You don't wanna love, maybe not
Baby, you gon' give me everything you got, damn right
Say you love me, ooh
Why you in my bed turning over like the graves of the ones before you, 'fore ya?
I keep looking for love (Love)
I can't find it in a party (Ooh), in a whole room full of bodies (Oh)
I keep looking for love (Love)
Dying over diamonds (Yeah)
Counterfeit designing (Yeah)
I'm not feeling these counterfeit hoes
(Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
(I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes)
Feeling these counterfeit hoes
(Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
Feeling these counterfeit hoes, hoes
(I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes, I'm not)
Uh, hold up, wait
Shoulda been on time but you showed up late
Had a little feelin' but it's gone away
Gave you a piece, you want a whole damn plate
Wanna play, wanna ball
Wanna have your cake and eat it all
Now I gotta new one outta state
So them ratchets gonna hate
But they hated Jesus, man
Runnin' around sayin' you don't need a man
You know you gon' miss them private flights
Everything high with Young Khalifa, man
Everything paid for
It's taken its course, so much back and then forth
That's a everyday thing though, woo
So I'm skatin'
Headin' straight for your replacement
'Cause your story, I couldn't take it
It had holes in it like Jason
But I stuck around and stayed patient
Mama called me up basin'
Father called me up pacin'
All your friends were all basic
Now I see right through you, woulda thought a nigga had LASIK
Extra cash, spent that so my car look like a spaceship
Wanna leave me, that's cool, I was thinkin' 'bout leavin' you
Walked out the door like poof, made it look like the thing to do
I keep looking for love (Hahaha, love)
Can't find it in a party (Oh), in a whole room full of bodies (Uh)
I keep looking for love (Love)
Dying over diamonds (Yeah)
Counterfeit designing (Yeah)
I'm not feeling these counterfeit hoes
(Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
(I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes)
Feeling these counterfeit hoes
(Fuckin' with these counterfeit bitches)
Feeling these counterfeit hoes, hoes
(I'm not fuckin' with these counterfeit hoes, I'm not)
" Electric Guitar "
He plays the sweetest melody
When I hear, it takes over me
And I feel every strum of his strings
It reminds me of all the things we used to be
Can't breathe at all 'cause you're coming
Coming through my speaker, speaker
Got me tryna reach ya, reach ya
My analog feature, feature
My electric guitar, 'tar
Every time I hear, I hear
Every time I hear, I hear
You're ripping it up on them chords
Playing my heart
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
It kills me that I can't be with you
Thought I was the key you're playing
Don't know, I just gotta
Be the one you let bleed out
Wish I didn't know you, got me feeling stuck
I can't let you go, just my luck
Falling down without you, can you pick me up?
And now I can't get you off my head because you're coming
Coming through my speaker, speaker
Got me tryna reach ya, reach ya
My analog feature, feature
My electric guitar, 'tar
Every time I hear, I hear
Every time I hear, I hear
You're ripping it up on them chords
Playing my heart
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
I'm losing my composure, okay, game over
You must think that I'm a crazy girl
Please control me with your melody
I'll play it for the world 'cause I'm your girl and I just wanna hear, so
Coming through my speaker, speaker
Got me tryna reach ya, reach ya
My analog feature, feature
My electric guitar, 'tar
Every time I hear, I hear
Every time I hear, I hear
You're ripping it up on them chords
Playing my heart
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
Electric guitar (When you play)
" Talk Ya Ear Off "
I got what you want, want and girl, I want you
So grab a couple a friends and let's go out and if you're nasty, I'm nasty too
I've got a whole section already reserved for you
So bring your pretty ass over, to me
I say, I ain't gon' talk ya ear off (Girl)
Ain't gon' talk ya ear off (Girl)
I won't talk ya ear off (Girl)
I'm calling all the pretty ladies to the floor
Boy, don't talk my ear off (Girl)
I won't talk your ear off (Girl)
Don't talk my ear off (Girl)
But only if you follow me to the floor
Girl, I got your heart, heart, I know what to do, baby
Just sit that big ol' thing on my lap, that big ol' booty
I'm telling the truth, baby, it's only you that I gotta have
So bring your pretty ass over to me
I say, I ain't gon' talk ya ear off (Girl)
Ain't gon' talk ya ear off (Girl)
I won't talk ya ear off (Girl)
I'm calling all the pretty ladies to the floor
Boy, don't talk my ear off (Girl)
I won't talk your ear off (Girl)
Don't talk my ear off (Girl)
But only if you follow me to the floor
(Talkin' 'bout it, talkin' 'bout it, baby, then be about it)
Oh no
(If you talkin' 'bout it, talkin' 'bout it, baby, then be about it)
Yeah
(If you talkin' 'bout it, talkin' 'bout it, baby, then be about it)
Be about it
(Baby, just be about it, baby, just be about it)
Woohoo!
(Talkin' 'bout it, talkin' 'bout it, baby, then be about it)
You know it
(If you talkin' 'bout it, talkin' 'bout it, baby, then be about it)
Girl
(If you talkin' 'bout it, talkin' 'bout it, baby, then be about it)
You know it
(Baby, just be about it, baby, just be about it)
You know it, baby
I say, I ain't gon' talk ya ear off (Girl)
Ain't gon' talk ya ear off (Girl)
I won't talk ya ear off (Girl)
I'm calling all the pretty ladies to the floor
Boy, don't talk my ear off (Girl)
I won't talk your ear off (Girl)
Don't talk my ear off (Girl)
But only if you follow me to the floor
" Dash "
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
Look, light a spliff up
You know a nigga ain't smokin' it for the pictures
Section Boyz and Breezy in VIP
We gettin' money and we 'bout to snatch your bitch up
Go figure, OHB, ain't no broke niggas
I see her poppin' them pills, I let her roll with us
She say she wanted to chill, I let her smoke with us
I put my dick in and feel like a fuckin' bow hit her
Damn girl, I know your nigga mad
Cause now he gotta buy a bigger bag
Diamond rings and poppin' tags
And you still gon' cheat with your bitch ass, ha ha
They callin' me crazy
You know a nigga really got some screws loose
Yeah, but come try to play
I got 100 killers on the other end of this Bluetooth
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and bash it
Man mash then dash it
Get cash, I stack and splash it
Get brick on thick, I'll smash it
Bad B, she dash, not flash it
Naughty, she call me papi
Early morning, I get trappy
Dirty, that girl here trashy
Can't smoke with man she's ashy
War time, move black, no khaki
Them boy just foolin' fasty
Too sharp, nah them can't style me
Step in the club in my trackies
Man put that girl in a taxi
She get down low on my lappy
Foreign jawns when I grab weed
Tell her run and make it snappy
Reebok, classic
Tracksuit with a package
Sip lock plus a mattik
Bang bang, make you back flip
Jar jar full of herbs
Bad bitches and curves
Swag surfin', got the whip skrrtin'
Section Boyz, that's the word
Never see me with a dead ting
No, big spliff make your head spin
London boy in a London ting
Man a act bad but they run from him
Tracksuit, hat and a T, phone bling
Run through pack onto a next ting
Grip it, dash it
Run up, clap it
Gang gang gang on the warla ting
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The show dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come suh
She have to grip it and dash it
My ting, the maddest
Ring ring, you have it?
Stink brick in the attic
Watch bro whip it in Hannas
All my bitches got manners
Linky link, love the mandem
Switch the sim at random
Bling bling, man's flashin'
Where you comin' from? Hattons
Your ting keeps attin'
Kinda embarrassin'
Dash a pussy like a javelin
Do it in the house I'm trappin' in
Like oh oh, when I'm mashin' it
She from 4, 4, but she travellin'
And when I'm in the squad, what's happenin'?
Light it, rass it
If it's akh, I'll pass it
Them man are all soft, them targets
I'll take a man's pack, go home and laugh it
Off like a bastard, man's charged up
If you tryna see a nigga, man's chargin'
Fuck your family tree
We got a family trees in man's garden
I got grams of trees, but who's askin'?
Not a car but keys get me started
I put my palm on trees like I'm Tarzan
Man's calm but try and harm my Gs and you'll starfish
Body work, body work, body work
Break a leg, roof smellin' like armpits
Little tooly tool, I'm still bossy
They talk the talk but man walk it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and dash it
Lock it
Rise and pop it
The shoe dem sharp
The flow, dem classic
You see the flow, eh dog?
You have to pull it and dash it
Any how she come South
She have to grip it and dash it
" Love The Girls "
What you looking for, baby?
I know why you want love in the middle of the night
Don't be looking all scary
When you been looking for this for long, long time
Come on over here, baby
You can love me in the dark, you can love me in the light
Your friends looking all crazy
'Cause you going home with me and they left behind
They can come too, baby
What's yours is mine, as long as they fine
All them gyal, dem can't help it
Tell them one at a time and they all ask why?
Me love me, me love me (Ayy)
Me love me, love me, love me, love me girls
She looking for them real ones
Me love me, me love me (Ayy)
Me love me, love me, love me, love me girls
She looking for them real ones
Me love me, me love me (Ayy)
Me love me, love me, love me, love me girls
She looking for them real ones
Me love me, me love me (Ayy)
Me love me, love me, love me, love me girls
(Uh, uh)
You can call me your daddy
I'll be your lover or whatever you like
Girl, let me look at it
Don't you make me have to ask twice
'Cause I'm up in your city
And I'm only in town for one more night
You ain't the only one here, baby
So many girls in line, going crazy outside, let's go
Me love me, me love me (Ayy)
Me love me, love me, love me, love me girls
She looking for them real ones
Me love me, me love me (Ayy)
Me love me, love me, love me, love me girls (Yeah, yeah)
She looking for them real ones
Me love me, me love me (Ayy)
Me love me, love me, love me, love me girls (Oh)
She looking for them real ones
Me love me, me love me (Ayy)
Me love me, love me, love me, love me girls
Uh, take the roof off the Aston, pull the top off the Bellview (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And we can do whatever you tell me, you smell me? (Oh-oh, oh)
John V. Cologne, on yachts out in Colombo
When I'm home I'm Rambo, Sylvester Stallone (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
And she know that, picture us like Kodak
Red vines, red wine, listenin' to Bobby Womack
And it's a throwback, me and CB, tell 'em to hold that
And if you see a couple dimes, show 'em where the boat at
Me love me, me love me (Ayy)
(I told you, nigga, what can you do?)
Me love me, love me, love me, love me girls
She looking for them real ones
Me love me, me love me (Ayy)
(Love me, hahaha, go)
Me love me, love me, love me, love me girls
She looking for them real ones
Me love me, me love me (Ayy)
(You ain't got enough money! I got all the damn rocks!)
Me love me, love me, love me, love me girls (Oh)
She looking for them real ones
Me love me, me love me (Ayy)
(I need all of 'em, goddamn, haha, leggo)
Me love me, love me, love me, love me girls
Hey! Ow! Ah!
Me love me girls
Yeah, you love me, girl
I said you love me, girl
And I love you, girl, yeah