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" 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)
" Freaky I'm Iz "
K-K-K-K-K-Mac
Get fresh, baby, this is your song (Oh, right)
Put your good shoes and your lipstick on (Ha, this what you need)
Get fresh, baby, this is your song (Huh?)
You said you wanna freak, I'ma give you what you want (This what you want)
Whole lotta of sex (Yeah), whole lotta of liquor (Oh, yeah)
Whole lotta of chicks, not a lot of niggas (Right, yeah)
Now at my party, it's all about the bitches (Damn)
Sexy model missus (Yeah), ass like delicious (Ladies and gentlemen)
See-See my main chick, she got that good shit (Oh)
Head game vicious, so I call her sick (Show time)
Gi-Gi-Girl. You better be careful (Ah)
Braggin' on the dick, now your friends wanna sample (Ah!)
Fuck a sixty nine, it's six-nine-six (Right)
I be the nine, both of y'all the six (Yeah)
You go both ways (Yeah), get a load of this (Oh)
Beat it so hard, now she gotta take a piss
Then you, then you can't even walk in the mornin' (Hey)
Go to work yawnin' (Yeah)
Pussy still leakin' like a faucet (Yeah)
Now ya girlfriends on it (Ah)
Ain't no fun if you ain't sharin' with the homies
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is (Right)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is (Right)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is (Come on)
How freaky I'm is, how freaky I'm is (Let's go)
I'ma have you telling all the business
(Go, go, go, go)
About the way that I be giving you the business
(Go, go, go, go)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is
How freaky I'm is, how freaky I'm is
And my jeans come down, the skirt's comin' up
Phone to the side, she feel it in her guts
Ass in the air, fuckin' up your weave (Woo)
Pullin' on your hair, baby, let me hear you scream
This wife game mean, I make a bitch cry
I lick you from your lips to your tits to your thighs
Throw you on your side, I'm workin' out the kinks
You sweatin' out the sheets, girl, you fuckin' with a freak
Sh-sh-she told you I am a beast (Huh?), well she ain't never lied
I could groom both of y'all at the same time
Takin' that pussy, bitch, this mine
Throw that shit back, put a arch in ya spine (Woo)
I never waste time, but I ain't in a rush
Hit it like a champ, I beat the pussy up
He give ya love taps, I beat the pussy up
Got her tellin' all her friends, how I came through and stunt (Show time)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is (Come on)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is (Come on)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is
How freaky I'm is, how freaky I'm is (Ladies and gentlemen)
I'ma have you telling all the business
(Go, go, go, go)
About the way that I be giving you the business
(Go, go, go, go, right)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is (Come on)
How freaky I'm is, how freaky I'm is (Tell it to 'em, Breezy)
I see 'em with their hands up
And I'm making sure I don't leave no ladies out (Woo)
I need a dirty dancer (Ayy)
'Cause baby, I can guarantee I'ma turn you out
So all my sexy girls say ah (Ayy, woo)
All my sexy girls say ah (Woo)
Girl, I go nasty, yeah
Mi haffi tell ya all dem gyal, they love mi
And I put work in (In) 'til you can't take it
You screaming ('ing, come on) and we're buckin' naked
Pull your hair, girl (Turn 'em down)
I'll kiss you, girl, until you drop (To the right)
And you got it (Oh)
Ya telling everybody all about it, and now I'm freaking you (Hands in the air, oh)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is (Oh)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is (Oh)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is (Oh)
How freaky I'm is, how freaky I'm is (Goddammit)
I'ma have you telling all the business
(Go, go, go, go, ayy)
About the way that I be giving you the business
(Go, go, go, go)
I make you run and tell your friends how freaky I'm is (Let's work)
How freaky I'm is, how freaky I'm is
This what you want (Huh)
This what you want, want (Huh)
This what you want, want (Huh)
This what you want, want (Huh)
This what you want (Huh)
This what you need (Right)
This what you need (Right)
This what you need (Right)
This what you need (Right)
This what you need (Right)
This what you get
This what you get, get (Ayy)
This what you get, get
This what you get
This what you get, get (Ayy)
This what you get
This what you like
This what you like, like
This what you like, like
This what you like
Show time, monster
" Talibans III "
Da-da-da-da
Da-da
Yow Kellz
Link with the killy them
Saint Kitts to Trinidad
Big up the whole a them
'Cause wọn kéré nínú ayé
Anything I do
Headline news even wetin I no do
Them go say, "I do"
Nothing but the truth when I step up in the booth
No lie, my life no be small thing
Remember last Christmas
Santa Claus give me the glizzy with the switch, dawg
So some people no go see this Christmas
Man them a crosses, most of them not even Christians
Click-bang, body sinking like the quicksand
Ztekk full of bomb like Afghanistan
And everywhere me carry it 'cause me know the enemy them a pree
And me know them nah sorry for me
People a bawl and a scream 'cause we bad and we mean
Bloody crime scene, calamity
A so we shoot out brain fi go Canada, G
Make your marrow experience no gravity
Tell a pussy we no laugh up
We no take talk
Violate, people a dead dawg
Should a keep in your bed 'cause the Talibans them a make walk
We no laugh up
We no take talk
Badness a weh we endorse
We no shoot people fi end up in a Red Cross
Yow, Talibans, like
Say you bad, from which part?
Wul a mad dawg, dem pissed off
Everything get dark when di switch on
Blue stone, Chinese telephone, witchcraft
Half a cup, a milli stuck inna Ziploc
Rich talk, dis a big talk
Kingston, Portmore, full a replay
I send my backin' on it like I'm in Miami
Can't confide in my dawg that was rolling with me
Heart full of hate that I can't seem to, baby
Hope you got some headphones up in Heaven
Listenin' to every single session
290 switch, bare cockroach me step on
Woah, pussy, we no play that
Every gyal get fucked and I throw it back
Cocky down innna your belly, gyal, hol' at
Yeah, yeah
And everywhere me carry it 'cause me know the enemy them a pree
And me know them nah sorry for me
People a bawl and a scream 'cause we bad and we mean
Bloody crime scene, calamity
A so we shoot out brain fi go Canada, G
Make your marrow experience no gravity (Oh no)
Tell a pussy we no laugh up
We no take talk
Violate, people a dead dawg
Should a keep in your bed 'cause the Talibans them a make walk
We no laugh up
We no take talk
Badness a weh we endorse
We no shoot people fi end up in a Red Cross
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
Da-da, da-da
Yow Kellz
Tell a boy we no laugh up
We no take talk
Violate, people a dead dawg
Mm, me wan' know a weh your head gone
You should a keep in your bed 'cause
We no laugh up
We no take talk
Yow dawg, we a make war, yow
Tell a boy we no laugh up
Anything a weh you get dawg
" Get At Ya "
This is the final piece of the puzzle
Where you going? Slow it
Don't act like you don't see me, I'm glowing
Show me what you look like in the morning, tone it on it
Floating on 25s, I wouldn't be fly if I threw some D's on it
From the center to the floor, I'm fresh low-key
When I step through the door all eyes on me
Wanna be a star, get on TV
It's 'bout to jump off in my car so come with me (Oh, baby)
Hey, girl, I love what you do (Yeah)
The way ya making it move, I'm tryna give it to you (Oh, ha ha)
Said, girl, I'm tryna get at ya, tryna, tryna get at ya
You see me sitting on chrome and I'm tryna get at ya (Ha)
(Hey) I want ya, girl
(You) You feel me, girl
(Move) I'm on ya (Oh you)
Said, girl, I'm tryna get at ya (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
Tryna, tryna get at ya (Hey, hey, hey, hey)
You see me sitting on chrome and I'm tryna get at ya
Girl, I'm slowly approaching
Dodging those misdemeanors, they on it (On it), want it (Want it)
I know they waiting on me to run it, run it
You gotta show me, if you with it, be a bad girl
From the center to the floor, I'm fresh low-key (Low-key)
When I step through the door all eyes on me (On me)
Wanna be a star, get on TV
It's 'bout to jump off in my car so come with me (Hey, girl)
Hey, girl, I love what you do
The way ya making it move, I'm tryna give it to you (The way that you move it, I get crazy)
Said, girl, I'm tryna get at ya, tryna, tryna get at ya (Oh, girl)
You see me sitting on chrome and I'm tryna get at ya (Baby)
(Hey) I want ya, girl (Oh, yeah)
(You) You feel me, girl (Ooh, ooh)
(Move) I'm on ya (I want ya, girl, oh, you)
Said, girl, I'm tryna get at ya (Hey)
Tryna, tryna get at ya (I'm tryna get at ya)
You see me sitting on chrome and I'm tryna get at ya
Seven-hundred horsepower, speakers beating down the block
Girls stop, automatic static, better call the cops
Bad chick, looking like she finna let me grab it
I'ma have to snatch it but I'm tryna get at ya
Two-hundred miles per hour, speakers beating down the block
Girls stop, automatic static, better call the cops
Bad chick, looking like she finna let me grab it
I'ma have to snatch it but I'm tryna get at ya (I got)
Hey, girl, I love what you do (Oh, oh, oh)
The way ya making it move, I'm tryna give it to you (Tryna get at you)
Said, girl, I'm tryna get at ya, tryna, tryna get at ya (Ooh)
You see me sitting on chrome and I'm tryna get at ya (And I'm tryna get at ya)
(Hey) I want ya, girl (I keep trying)
(You) You feel me, girl (And I'm never gonna stop)
(Move) I'm on ya (But I'm trying, I'm trying to get at ya, oh you)
Said, girl, I'm tryna get at ya
Tryna, tryna get at ya
You see me sitting on chrome and I'm tryna get at ya (Yeah, yeah, ah)
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
Do you feel me, girl? Do you feel me, girl?
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
Do you feel me, girl? Do you feel me, girl?
Tryna get at you-you, do you feel me, girl?
" Bitches "
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah (Hahaha, look)
Higher than the moon, nigga, what up?
I hear 'em wolfin', a nigga need to shut up
While I'm in the pussy, face down and the butt up
You ain't shit to her and me, I'm just a fuck up
Fuck a hand shake, nigga, we ain't brothers
On that West side where they're reppin' for their colors
Talkin' big shit 'cause my dick will make you stutter
All up in your face like it's butter, nutter
Right now, make her scream my name and pipe her right down
Nasty on the dick, bitch, give a nigga a wipe down
Twenty four inches, I'm rollin' on chrome, my niggas are smokin' on that loud
Bitches try to flaunt, huh, I'ma blow their back out
I ain't thinkin' 'bout a nigga, walk past you
Bitch stole my blunt and said she like my tattoos
I'm that dude, I slang wood, that bamboo
But when she drop it on that dick, she a damn fool
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah
All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas
Really, really though, all these bitches, I don't want no niggas
'Cause the real niggas posted up already with us (Huh, yeah)
It's a habit, in the club, bottle magic
Fuckin' with these ratchets, no purses, they got baskets
It's a hand out, these bitches high fienin', guess they're addicts
And I ask them, "Are you in like Patrick?"
Playin' with the pussy like it's Madden, fire like a dragon
The one say she like me, then they're all bandwagon
Cheer-leadin' ass hoes, but they're pretty like a pageant
She said she'd let me cut, I got to stab it, for real though
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah
All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas
Really, really though, all these bitches, I don't want no niggas
'Cause the real niggas posted up already with us
Ha! Audemars, big bitch, big tipper
Supper club, 20,000 for the liquor
See the bitch I'm with, prolly never get her
No comp' bottles, they're for broke niggas
Been the corner posted up with the dome giver
Money flowin' like wet pussy, that's a long river
So you got your bitch on lock, I slim-jim her
It's that time of the month, Fucktember
All my niggas got a bottle with a blunt lit up
'Fore you cup up, throw your set up
Hop in this bitch 'til the club lights lit up
Leave with her, big spender, a bitch shut up (Ha!)
T-Killa Illuminati all through your body
She blow me like a twelve gauge, shawty, you feel me
Pull up in the 'rari, the fucking life of the party
I'm gettin' hoes regardless, before this rap shit, I'm honest
I don't need no niggas in my section (Ha)
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah (Yeah)
I don't need no niggas in my section
All bitches, all bitches, all bitches, all bitches, ah
All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas
All these bitches, I don't wanna see no niggas
Really, really though, all these bitches, I don't want no niggas
'Cause the real niggas posted up already with us