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" Dat Night "
Yup!
Ayy, I fucked 'round and made them niggas
Goddamn open 'em all up tonight, know what I mean
Breezy!
I swear to God
Trigga
Matter of fact, ayy, ayy call the sheriff, man, call the sheriff
Slime
All my bitches, all my bitches
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago (Yeah)
L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go (Baby)
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Chicago
L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go (Ayy)
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go (Slime, I go)
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks (Yeah), know who hittin' licks (Yeah, yeah), get this money blindfolded (Slime)
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago (Ayy)
Shakin' that ass naked with a friend, eeny, miny, moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer and split your shit, boy (Ooh)
Baby, fuck the situation, fuck them bitches hatin' (Ooh)
Fuck a pillow-talkin' nigga that be instigatin' (Ooh)
Frustrated, now I know why they all hate me (Why? Ooh)
I fuck these bitches and they know that I make pretty babies (Hahaha, woo!)
Detroit got me back on my back fuckin' black bitches (Yeah!)
Tippin' 4 and I'm pourin' 4 of Actavis (Ugh)
She know every time I turn up, I keep fuckin' up mattresses (Yeah!)
Tryna ask me why I don't nut, Percocet make the dick like a magician (Yikes!)
Funny ass nigga, why we laugh different?
'Cause I cash different
But tryna get my bitches, huh
You gotta pay for that last minute, bitch
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin' licks (Yeah), get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
Shakin' that ass naked with a friend, eeny, miny, moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer and split your shit, boy
All my bitches with the shit when I be in Toronto
I can get the pussy eyes closed with a blindfold
It's a war zone, nigga, we be in Chicago
Lot of mamas cry, niggas die in Chicago
Know some Bloods 'cause nigga livin' in L.A.
It's a lot of things ain't forgiven in L.A.
Know I'm from the third, I be reppin' that V.A.
You ain't got the money, you can never beat the case
Fuck the judge, fuck feds nigga, tryna get up off that poor
Niggas say they tryna eat, can't get shit up off my fork
I hopped off the porch, hopped in the Porsche
They hopped in the Benz, I fucked all her friends, yeah
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin' licks (Yeah), get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
Shakin' that ass naked with a friend, eeny, miny, moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer and split your shit, boy
Ayy, make her suck dick on the patio
I might eat that bitch up like some ravioli
I get a rush in designer zone
Why these young nigga tellin' they Tellitubbies (Ah)
I fuck her good, I don't tell them nothin'
Nut in her hair, make it good and fuzzy
I get it in with a bigger budget (Ha)
And the inside my car look like peanut butter (Woo)
Drag it when you walk, baby
I done came from rags to riches, did it all, baby
When we done, she say it's hard to walk, yeah, yeah
Fuck her in the light, I don't do nothin' dark, yeah, yeah (Ha)
Fuck you thought? (Uh) Red bottoms bleed when you walk (Uh)
Put my food in ya drawers (Uh)
Bedroom dim like walls (Uh)
Gun range, teach you how to chop 'em, yeah
Attached to my lights like moths, yeah
Favorite color red, hot sauce, yeah
Wanna see me dead, King Joffrey, yeah, yeah, yeah
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
L.A., New York and Miami, pussy everywhere I go
I know what it is, we know you the shit
Know who got them bricks, know who hittin' licks (Yeah), get this money blindfolded
All my bitches with the shit when I'm in Chicago
Shakin' that ass naked with a friend eeny, miny, moe
All my bitches lit, all my bitches with the shit
All my bitches scammers but they hold a hammer and split your shit, boy
" Real Or Fake "
Now that you're here, baby
(Now that you're here)
I don't ever want, don't ever want to be without you
(I don't wanna be without you)
No, babe
(I can barely breathe without you)
And I know that it's clear, baby (Know that it's clear)
'Cause I get that feeling that I only get when I'm around you
(Only with you, that's how I know that it's real)
Nobody else, that's why I know it's real
That's how I know we gon' make it
Can't turn my back 'cause you're my baby
Sometimes I admit I do get hurt
But the question I ask then is
Do I really love you? (Yes)
Do I think our love is gonna pass the test? (Yes)
And honestly, I do
I do
Some things last forever
But we know that's not always true
Just how I will always be here for you, you
I got a bag full of goodies, goodies (I got a bag, baby)
And I can't feel my face, yeah
Is it real or fake? (Oh, oh)
Real or fake? Real or fake?
Oh, this love thing, yeah, yeah (Ha ha)
And you don't know what you be doing to me
Girl, your love's got me high
Is it real or fake?
This love thing
Baby, I just wanna hold you
Wanna hold you (Wanna hold you), kiss you, and squeeze you
Is it real or fake?
Your booty, this love thing
And baby girl, I need you
I need you, I need you
Ha ha, and I don't wanna wait
For this love thing
Baby, I just wanna hold you (Hold you)
Put all of my loving all on ya (On ya)
Let me show you how it really is (Baby, let me show you)
This love thing (Let me show you)
And boy, you know I'm repping Houston (Houston)
So baby, you know I can turn up on ya
Show you how real this could really get
This love thing
Some things last forever
But we know that's not always true
Just how I will always be here for you, you
I got a bag full of goodies, goodies (I got a bag, baby)
And I can't feel my face, yeah, oh, oh
Is it real or fake?
Oh, this love thing, yeah, yeah (Ha ha)
And you don't know what you be doing to me
Girl, your love's got me high
Is it real or fake?
This love thing
Baby, I just wanna hold you
Wanna hold you (Wanna hold you), kiss you, and squeeze you
Is it real or fake?
Your booty, this love thing
And baby girl, I need you
I need you, I need you (Yeah)
Ha ha, and I don't wanna wait
For this love thing
Oh, is it real—
I got a bag full of goodies, goodies (I got a bag, baby)
And I can't feel my face, yeah, oh, oh
Is it real or fake?
Oh, this love thing, yeah, yeah (Ha ha)
And you don't know what you be doing to me
Girl, your love's got me high
Is it real or fake?
This love thing
Baby, I just wanna hold you
Wanna hold you, kiss you, and squeeze you
Is it real or fake?
Your booty, this love thing
And baby girl, I need you
I need you, I need you
Ha ha, and I don't wanna wait
For this love thing
Oh, is it real or fake?
" Till The Wheels Fall Off "
Summertime but it feels cold
Sun's out, it ain't 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 (Ooh, woah)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (Ooh)
'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 (Woah)
I would say your name but I ain't sayin' that shit anymore (Woah)
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 (Brrah)
Shot my nigga Bobby five times, I was hella hurt (Ooh, woah)
Caught up in some politics, now we on some wildin' shit (Yeah)
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, oh, oh)
Summertime but it feels cold (Feels cold)
Sun's out, it ain't shinin' low (Oh, oh, 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)
(Yeah, we gon' ride, we gon' ride, we gon' ride)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (Ooh, ooh)
(We gon' ride, we gon' ride)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon'—
I done got it out the mud, that shit was uncomfortable (Uncomfortable)
Mama worked a nine-to-five, she left me five Lunchables (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
All them guns your ass be postin', nigga still touchable (Touch)
Had the police shoot out the bucket just to find the matchin' shoe (Yeah, yeah)
All the hoop niggas wanna rap and all the rap niggas wanna hoop (Mm-hmm)
How you get more time for drugs like you the nigga who doin' the shootin'? (Ooh)
Brother died, they ain't wanna post, 'cause they do the most at them computers (Ooh)
They like, "How you ain't GD and your daddy was under Larry Hoover?" (Woah, woah)
I be wantin' to trip and grab the whip, but then I'll slide on 'em (Slide on 'em)
You know I'm into it, stop goin' live and stealin' my vibe off (Vibe off)
I done wrote to jails, when I was on the floor like, "Take some time off" (Yeah, yeah)
He said "no" 'cause I kept smilin' in my mugshot (Yeah, yeah)
We on everybody ass
All the shorties who real, who wanna slide, turn them droughts? (Skrrt)
I don't care where we at, we can have a shootout in Calabasas (Brrt)
I'm ridin' with the culture, I hate what they tryna do to Travis Scott (Straight up)
My auntie gon' off the scotch
See a nigga I called my brother, he was in the trenches movin' my watch (Yeah, yeah)
And I told you, "Ain't no drought," you think you the only nigga that got wok? (Nah)
And I told you, "Ain't no clout," nigga, you the only nigga that walk
Told my brother we gon' slide
We gon' ride
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (Ooh)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (Ooh)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon'—
We always scared to watch what we do (We do)
Same gang-gang with me since Robin's intrude (Huh?)
Left a nigga, we ain't hard to find (Huh?)
We been outside posted on the stoop, uh
That's how when our business blow, what am I doin' pon the internet?
Postin' for the opps to watch, nah, we're not into that
They know what it is, them silly, they don't try
Fine by me, you spillin', we gon' slide (Oh)
Spliffs in the hallway (Oh), rollin' with my day-ones (Oh)
Catch you on an off-day (Oh), we gon' fuckin' fear ones
Down too long, can't lie
Now we're way too fly to cry, yeah
Summertime but it feels cold
Sun's out, it ain't 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
We gon' ride
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (Ooh)
'Til the wheels fall off, we gon' ride (Ooh)
" Outro Talking "
Yo, all the fans, Fan of a Fan
That strictly means we're the fan of, the fans of you guys
So we want you to know that we love y'all
And thank you for all the support and we gon' keep rocking, man
Check out Tyga projects coming out, my projects
We gon' get it popping for the streets, like I always say
And uh, my number ones, the ladies
Thank y'all for being so supportive too, man
'Cause you know without y'all, we nothing
Yeah, before we go, we gotta do this, ah!
That's it, cut that real quick
" Play Me "
Girl, I've been waitin' up all night, sippin' tryna get rid of this pain
Henny in my cup all night and it don't even matter if I take that
They can never take your mistakes back, even if I take every sip of this bottle
Ain't a damn thing can erase that, the shit you did way too hard to swallow
I better take one to the head now (Oh)
'Fore they get back, I'ma take two to my bed now (Oh)
But you a memory, best believe I'ma lay ya down (Oh)
For all the bullshit that be goin' through my head now (Oh)
It's fucked up how you played me
It's fucked up how you played me
It's fucked up how you played me
So you might as well just erase me
Go and erase me
She on but a nigga just can't keep on
So go and erase me
She on but a nigga just can't keep on
Go and erase me
Valet finna pull up, this girl couldn't be fuller
Now you up in that place, so the DJ ain't the only one 'bout to pull up
I need you to know this ain't all about you, this ain't all about you now
When I do my thing, women in my Range, I'ma need me a bounty count
One to the head now
'Fore they get back, I'ma take two to my bed now
But with you a memory, best believe I'ma lay ya down, I'ma lay ya down, I'ma lay ya down
For all the shit going through my head now
For all the shit going through my head now
It's fucked up how you played me
It's fucked up how you played me
It's fucked up how you played me
So you might as well just erase me
It's fucked up how you played me
It's fucked up how you played me
It's fucked up how you played me
So you might as well just erase me
Gon' and erase me
She on but a nigga just can't keep on
So go and erase me
She on but a nigga just can't keep on
Go and erase me