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" 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
" I Don't Like Remix (Drake Diss) "
Dact off that G6, hit the club on that G-shit
Received a belt that's a G bitch and I'm bout to kill Chief Keef's shit
Just killed my nigga Meek's shit
Then I killed my nigga French's shit
Got a French bitch, no French shit but she giving my dick a French kiss
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
Arm hanging out the window with that black ghost, with them chrome pipes
Tell em niggas this gon' be a long night
Bitches wanna chill we gon' need some more ice
Shout out to John Wall, Man that nigga nice
Club leaning nigga we gon need some more sprite
Real nigga, these Drake fans
Fuck charge, we gon take his stands
Take his fans we gon' shake hands
Put a gap in your mouth, straight head
Hunnit racks of these cargos, push the button these cars go
Six trays of that lago, six spades black cards hoe
I got the homies out in Chicago, with the full clique with that bullshit
Dang nigga that's Rose, with the caps on and MJs
I got a thick bitch with a thin waist, got a condo so we slim steak
Got a Rolex Presidente, got black diamonds Kunta Kinte
Hot porn like turkin' em, hot wheels we swervin' em
Next year we getting Derron Williams gonna do Lebron like Dirk and 'em
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
They throwin' bottles I'm throwin' models, just cause I give a bitch long pipe
Doing shows on soccer fields that's dome right?
I be singing he be singing so it's on fight
But hold up I didn't give a nigga no green light
This head up, my bread up, one on one, what you scared bruh?
Matter fact, take care bruh you a pussy nigga, pay up
My nigga Tunechi, yeah that nigga nice, shout out to Nicki man that ass tight
Them eyebrows? Man them shits is yikes
OVO, you overdosed screamin' YOLO no I live twice oops hahahaha
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like
They smile in my face is what I don't like
They steal your whole sound that's a soundbite
The media crucify me like they did Christ
They want to find me not breathin' like they found Mike
A girl'll run her mouth only out of spite
But I never hit a woman never in my life
I was in too deep like Mekhi Phifer
In that pussy so deep I could have drowned twice
Rose gold Jesus piece with the brown ice
Eatin' good, vegetarian with the brown rice
Girls kissin' girls, cause it's hot right?
But unless they use a strap-on then they not dykes
They ain't about that life, they ain't about that life
We hangin' out that window it's about to be a Suge night
Free Bump J, real nigga for life
Shout-out to Derrick Rose, man that nigga nice
Shout out to L-E-P, J Boogie right?
Chief Keef, King Louis, this is Chi, right?
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like
Don't like, like, don't like, like
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
Fake Gucci, that's that shit I don't like
Smokin' on this dope, higher than a kite
This bitch gon' love me now, she gon' let me pipe
Screaming Sosa, that's that nigga that I like
I don't want relations, I just want one night
Cause a thirsty bitch, that's the shit that I don't like
I got tats up on my arm, cause this shit is life
And I spend on a bunch of clothes, cause I'm livin' life
I come up on the scene, and I'm stealin' light
Bitch I'm high off life, got me feelin' right
Bitch I'm Chief Keef, fuck who don't like
And bitch we GBE, we just gon' cite
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like
Don't like, like, don't like, like
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
We are not one and the same, nigga I'm fuckin' insane, fuck is you sayin'?
Yo ass been doin' the same, shit, not doin' what you sayin'
Dang, I told yo old bitch she was fuckin' a lame, turn one ho to a train
Blow, blang, my niggas holdin' that pain, I just hope you been praying
Bang bang, ridin' for my niggas and that's for life
High class I'm just surrounded by these low-lives
And I run this bitch like it's no lights
Goin' hard the whole night cause I ain't goin' back to my old life, I promise
I done sold purple, I done sold white
Running outta work, that's that shit I don't like
She never let me hit it, she gave me dome twice
She blowin' up my phone, that's that bitch I don't like
Nah, jean jacket with the sleeves cut
Put the pressure on 'em just when they think that I eased up
Thirty for the Cuban, 'nother 30 for the Jesus
Believe in ourselves when nobody else believed us, suckers
A fuck nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
A bitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
Sneak disser, that's that shit I don't like
Don't like, like, don't like, like
A snitch nigga, that's that shit I don't like
" Which One "
Which one you gon' get, man?
I don't know, man, so many to choose from, believe that
Chris Brown
Noah
I'ma make it rain like sprinkle sprinkle
That boy Chevy goes twinkle twinkle
Hop out like a G, say, "Pleased to meet you
Can we elope and go smoke somewhere peaceful?"
It's the N.O.AH, baby, kiss me, hug me
The music man, girls they love me (They love me)
So which one of y'all gon' sip some Crystal? (Uh, come on ow)
If you ain't old enough then holla at Chris Brown
Everyone of y'all are looking like (Looking like)
You wanna do something freaky tonight (Freaky tonight)
Tell your man you ain't feeling the same (Same)
You wanna be free (Free), free to mingle tonight
If I could, I'd take all of you (All of you)
To a place where we all could do (All could do)
Something that your momma wouldn't approve
Make ya get down, show me what's good
Let me see how they do it in your hood
Which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it? (Hey)
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this? (Ooh)
Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me? (Take it off for me)
Which one, which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it? (Hey)
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this? (Ooh)
Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me?
Come here, come here walk for me (Walk for me)
Let me see what they be telling me (Telling me)
'Bout that thing, I just had to know (To know)
Baby, what's your name? (Name) Or do you wanna play tonight?
Come here, or do you like the beat?
Talk to you like you coming with me
Girl, I already know (Know), baby, what's your thing? (Thing)
If you want it you can get it tonight
Which one of y'all want it? (Baby)
Which one of y'all need it? (Hey)
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this? (Which one)
Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me? (Of you, taking it off for me)
Which one, which one of y'all want it? (Come get it)
Which one of y'all need it? (You, you, you, you)
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this? (Which one)
Which one of y'all? (Which one)
Which, which one? (Which one comin' with me?)
Which one of y'all taking that off for me? (Gonna take it off, oh)
You can count on CB or me to please ya (Yes)
Fly you to Italy for a piece of pizza (Yes)
Back to America (L.A.), leave with leisure
G4 cash boy, you don't need your Visa
'Cause you're my candy girl, my now and later
Just bring your purse and what your momma gave ya (Whoa)
Baby, I'm a player but the ball's in your court (Uh, uh)
Now let me see ya strip to ya bras and boy shorts (Yeah)
I'm grittin' my teeth like I need a pack of gum
Applebottoms got you lookin' like Bonnita apple bum (Damn)
I'm for Dacater, baby, tell me where you from
Come, come whisper in your ear, let me tell you somethin' (Ayy)
The way your booty hop, I think a rabbit's in your pants
We can travel to Japan, then Africa to France
I can have it in your plans if you tell me in advance
So baby, use your brain and take advantage of the chance (Ha ha, yeah)
Which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it? (Which one of y'all)
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this? (Wanna ride in my coupe)
Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me?
Which one, which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it?
Which one of y'all? (Which one of y'all)
Which one tryna get this?
Which one of y'all? (I said which one of y'all)
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me? (Take it off)
Which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it? (Take it off)
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this? (Ooh)
Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me? (Tonight)
Which one, which one of y'all want it?
Which one of y'all need it?
Which one of y'all?
Which one tryna get this? (Yeah)
Which one of y'all?
Which, which one?
Which one of y'all taking that off for me? (Oh, oh, tonight)
" High End "
High end, yeah
You know what we doin'
On the set
(Boy)
Slatt, set, gang, set
I'm on a high end (Jet)
I'm 'bout to fly in (Set)
Hop in a Cayenne (Skrrt)
I was just glidin' (I was just glidin')
I just be stylin' (Stylin', stylin')
I'm on a high end (I'm on a high)
I'm on a fly end (Ah, yeah)
We 'bout to fly in (Yeah, ooh, ooh)
Jump in the Cayenne (Jump in the Cayenne)
Jump in the Cayenne (Skrrt-skrrt)
Ran out of molly (Ran out of molly)
Gotta go find it (Gotta go find it)
Snatch up a thotty (Snatch up to a thotty)
In a big body (In a big body)
Dripset Wu-Tang (Dripset Wu-Tang)
We like Shaolin (We like Shaolin)
What's the total? (Yeah, yeah)
What's the lick read? (What's the lick read?)
Rockin' Balenci' (Rockin' Balenci')
Whippin' up big Bs (Whip up big Bs)
What's the total?
What's the lick read?
Plain Jane watch, Richard Mille, yeah
Richard Mille cost me 'bout an Aston-Martin
Left my Tesla sittin' at the house on the charge
I just met the owners of Chanel and Dior Dor
'Cause they say I'm spendin' too much money in the stores
Pluto
Ha ha
Everything high-end
I whip the Masi
I pop a half a Perc'
Make a deposit
I am not from the Earth
Stay on my fly shit
I'm flyin' private
On my Dubai shit
On a Ducati, stuntin' on 'em
All of you niggas my little homies
Here's some knowledge for you
Stop tryna wife a thot bitch (Thot bitch)
All the vampires know that we don't go to sleep
We stay up all night, pop me two or three, pill exotic type
Everything high-end, you see the stars
And my Richard Mille cost more than your car
Everything high-end
Everything high-end
And you fake, nigga
Should retire
And you fuck niggas
Should get fired up
Don't fuck with fed niggas
They be wired up
Pluto
Everything high-end
Uh, uh, phew-phew
I wanna bargain (On God)
'Bout to hit Cali (Yeah)
I want an X pill (Hold on)
I want a Molly (Hold on)
I'ma get seasick (Seasick)
From these diamonds (From these diamonds)
I's locked in (Yeah, uh-huh)
I would climb in (Yeah, let's get it)
Peep out the Climax (Yeah)
Put the dubs in knapsacks (Put some knaps)
Put some ice on a basic bitch (Put some ice on a basic bitch)
Put the hundreds in gem clips, yeah (Look like a thotty)
Freaky in my car (Yeah)
Maybach seat massage (Skrrt)
Backseat turn to a vault (Yeah)
Security outside like a guard (Damn)
Securin' my spot, I'm a dog (Secure)
Securin' the sky like a star (Securin' the spot)
Uh, I'm a big B like a wasp (Hold on)
Can't come to me, I'm the boss, hold on (Yeah)
400 racks on my car, hold on (Uh)
Got a old mink on the floor (Damn)
King Tut gotta say it's old (Auction, auction, bitch)
Spend a milli' at a store (To get tags)
Tat my ribs like King Tut's (Now go get that)
Caught my first body, I was a man from there (Yeah)
Nigga tried to take my mind, I left his ass in there (Buh)
Then hopped inside the Jag', I did the dash, you know that (Skrrt)
I ain't gon' stay on no scene, I'll let my lawyer handle that (Yeah)
(Get it)
Everything high-end (Yeah)
I see it, it's mine then (I got it)
I like it, I bought it (It's mine)
I'm wet up like faucets (Uh)
Catch up to not get (Bang-bang)
We don't let bygones be bygones
" 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