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" Drunk Texting "
Said I'm all up in my feelings, doubled up on this shot
Got me feelin' some type of way
Told you I hate you, I don't mean it
And the only thing that I got
Is the pain that you've been feedin'
Faded, faded, faded, all because of you
Now my current situation
Tryin' not to think of you, not to break the rules
Why this always happens when I get this way?
Just can't stop myself
So baby, tonight
I'm blowin' up your line
I got you on my mind
And the truth is hard to fight
So I'll be
I'll be drunk-texting, drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
Drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
Yeah, baby, I'll be drunk-texting, drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
Drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
Drunk-texting you
Drunk-texting you
Drunk-texting you
Drunk-texting you
I'm lookin' at my phone thinkin'
"Am I gonna hit send or nah?"
It's gonna be one of them mornings when I wake up and regret it
If I don't get no reply
I don't wanna make it obvious that I'm faded, faded, faded off a drink or two
And you know how it goes, this ain't nothin' new
Why's it always happen when I get this way?
No, I just can't stop myself
So baby, tonight (Yeah)
I'm blowin' up your line (Oh yeah)
I got you on my mind
And the truth is hard to fight
So I'll be (I'll be)
I'll be drunk-texting, drunk-texting, drunk-texting you (Hey)
Drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
Yeah, baby, I'll be drunk-texting, drunk-texting, drunk-texting you (Girl, I'm drunk textin')
Drunk-texting, drunk-texting you (Oh-oh)
Intoxicated, intoxicated
That's when I think of you the most
But after the toast, anything goes
When I put my pride aside
I'll be doing the most, doing the most
I done spent 1, 2, 3 AM, thinkin' about you
Don't wanna be without you 'cause I'm on that liquid courage
I hope this shit is worth it 'cause if it ain't then it's all bad, all bad
So baby, tonight
I'm blowin' up your line (I'm blowin' up your phone)
I got you on my mind (Whoa-oh)
And the truth is hard to fight (Yeah)
So I'll be (I'll be)
I'll be drunk-texting, drunk-texting, drunk-texting you (Ooh-ooh)
Drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
Yeah, baby, I'll be drunk-texting, drunk-texting, drunk-texting you ('Cause I'm fucked up right now)
Drunk-texting, drunk-texting you
If by chance you're layin' next to someone else right now
Girl, I
I-I-I hope it's the worst sex ever
Yeah, yeah
Hope it's the worst sex ever
" What I Do "
Just in case you forgot (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
We go by The Runners
Hol' up, hol' up, Chris Brown
This what we do, we do this
I be throwin' up my cash, actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (Yeah)
I'm speedin' down the fast lane, stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah
I'm feelin' like I can't lose
And when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell 'em it's what I do, it's what I do
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do
Everywhere I go they show me love so I give it back
Throw a couple stacks up in the air 'cause I'ma get it back (Oh)
See something sexy up in here, I'ma bring it back (Bring it back)
They keep on runnin' back (Runnin' back), they keep on comin' back (Yeah)
Everybody knows CB, see me sittin' in the front row, Playoffs
Stuntin' with my J's on and it's all for them haters (Yeah)
Yeah, we get into that guap, boy, my money too long, boy (Ooh)
We do this for fun, boy
I be throwin' up my cash (Yeah), actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (Yeah)
I'm speedin' down the fast lane, stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah
I'm feelin' like I can't lose
And when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell 'em it's what I do (It's what I do), it's what I do (It's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do (Woo!)
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na
Ah-na-na
Ayy, ayy, it's what I do
Single once again, I'm 'bout to go where I never been
Gone with the wind 'cause that other ish irrelevant (Yeah)
We can get it in, I mean get it in
And I got stamina so don't forget to bring a friend
Nah, bring ten but they gotta be tens
Now that's a hunnid them, let The Runners in (Yeah)
Yeah, swag heavy like an elephant
My CD's sellin' out, you ain't married to the game, you celibate
I be throwin' up my cash (Yeah), actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (No, no, yeah)
I'm speedin' down the fast lane (Speedin' up), stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah ('Cause they can't, yeah)
I'm feelin' like I can't lose
And when they ask me 'bout the cars, and the girls, and the cribs
I just tell 'em it's what I do (It's what I do), it's what I do (It's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do (Yeah, woo!)
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na (Yeah)
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na (Yeah)
Ah-na-na, ah-na-na
(Oh, this here is what I do, homie)
Ah-na-na
(This here is what I do, homie)
Ayy, ayy, it's what I do
I keep cash on me, no Black Cards (Black Cards)
They don't know what them is, I deal with hood broads (Hood broads, yeah)
That's a .9 on me, that's no iPod (iPod)
You want my watch, homie, gimmie five bricks for it (For it)
I got the Maserati, I hit a lick for it (Lick for it)
When old money talk, that's when I pay for it (Pay for it, yeah)
Seven car fleet, and all 'em mine (Mine)
Four broads with me, and all 'em dimes (Dimes)
Six chains on me, and all 'em shine (Shine)
I got my bread right, feel like I'm 6ix9ine
Ain't just hot in mine, I'm hot in every city
She want a pretty boy, I brought Chris Breezy with me
I be throwin' up my cash (Yeah), actin' like money ain't a thang, yeah (Yeah)
I'm speedin' down the fast lane (Yeah), stuntin' and they mad 'cause they can't, yeah
I'm feelin' like I can't lose
And when they (When) ask me 'bout the cars (Cars), and the girls (Girls), and the cribs (Cribs)
I just tell 'em it's what I do (It's what I do), it's what I do (It's what I do)
It's what I do, hey, it's what I do (Woo!)
Ah-na-na (Na-na), ah-na-na (Na-na)
Ah-na-na (Na-na), ah-na-na
Ah-na-na (Na-na), ah-na-na (Na-na)
Ah-na-na (Ah-na-na)
Ayy, ayy, it's what I do
" Real Hip Hop Shit #3 "
Don't ah
Don't ah
Don't ah
Don't let love pass you by
Look, look, uh
Leather jacket, relaxin' in the movie scenes, I'm actin'
These rappers practice, I'm at the plate, another bad bitch
Fully smoking locomotive, nigga, fuck a ad-lib
In the club celebratin' 'cause I'm so promoted, ha
Is it a fire? 'Cause the crowd smoking
Big Will, she off a pill, rolling
You know a country nigga hungry, Waffle House? Open
But they too broke to pay their bills, so they free-loading
But it's cool, sit down
You know that nigga is? Girl, his name Chris Brown
His chain's so ugly that it makes a bitch frown
I'm servin' all these niggas, but who ordered hash browns?
Nigga, I be like (I be like)
Huh, y-y-up, yeah, I got the check
And I just paid your bills, so yes, I want some sex
Ha, but first, can I kiss your neck?
And I'ma work you out, so you ain't gotta stretch
Ho-ho-hol' up, let me slow up
Impregnate the beat, I make that bitch blow up
I eat all I can eat 'til a nigga throw up
I tell that DJ, "Ayy, pull up, pull up"
Man, I'm so sick of these lame motherfuckers
A nigga still shittin' on the game, motherfucker
Old niggas as the world change motherfuckers
Y'all niggas still bein' the same motherfucker?
Who else, dawg? Look
Let me go in, then I count more ends
My Timbs 11, and your friends in my Benz
The engine on that Viper 220
And it's green in the trunk, but that's new money
Watch Frank Mueller, my Ruger
Cut that shit fire, I just shot my jeweler
Another hunnid racks just to make my chain look cooler
Off that foreign loco, out of my medulla, wow
I be seein' dead people, dead prezzies my besties
Nigga, we are not equal (Yeah)
How you get the big picture lookin' from a peephole?
My real niggas in the back, like, "He ain't talkin' to me though"
I know you mad 'cause I afford it
TMZ, I'm wipin' my ass, so stop recordin'
Supposedly a singer, can't do hip-hop
But I just killed this shit, so let the shit rock
" Lady In A Glass Dress (Extended Version) "
Hey DJ
Lady in a glass dress, I can see right through you
You act like you don't want this, but you know that you do
Since he broke your heart, girl, you say you'll never love again
And you won't let it stop, girl, but we know in the end
You still dream, dream
You still dream, dream
Baby, I can make your dreams come true
Oh, oh, my lady in the glass dress, oh, oh
I'm telling you I want you but you're saying you don't care
Begging you to stay with me but you're staying right there
I
When will you try?
I swear you're being selfish, girl, you know that this ain't fair
Tell me that you wanna be alone when you go to bed tonight
You close your eyes
Girl, you still dream, dream
You still dream, dream
Baby, I can make your dreams come true
Oh, oh, lady in the glass dress
I see right through you
I see right through you
You still dream, dream
You still dream, dream
Baby, I can make your dreams come true
Oh, oh, my lady in the glass dress, oh, oh
" Leave Broke "
She workin' that pole, she's so unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable) (haha, Fresh!)
She's outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable)
She be workin' that body, (damn) I'ma leave broke, leave broke (I'ma leave broke, leave broke, leave broke)
Throwin' 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'ma leave broke, leave broke (yeah) (leave broke, leave broke)
Ooh, baby, got a booty like a onion (good Lord)
In Secret Sunday, poppin' bottles, throwin' money
Lame niggas in the corner, broke, ballin' on a budget (ah)
Baby droppin' from the cellin', bust it open for a hunnid, you bad (racks)
Lookin' like you came out a pageant
All that ass, like you made by Stalin
Got all this cash like nigga was Italian
My car go fast, let me take you to my palace, skrrt
Her body marked up with ink (woo)
Brown skin with her weave
She a dope girl in the streets, freak in the sheets
Somethin' sweet to eat, sadity (what?)
Shoes by Fendi, fine like Kimmy
When she move, got a nigga hypnotized, no Biggie
She only fuck with bad boys like Diddy
So you wanna ride with me, top down through the city (haha)
Cuban links and gold Rollies
Birkin bags filled with dead homies
Damn, it's my type
But shawty, back that ass up for me, woadie
Workin' her body like she a pro
Twerkin' slow, touchin' her toes
Up and down on that pole
Got me throwin' bread 'til I go broke, woah, woah, woah, woah
She workin' that pole, she's so unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable) (haha, yeah)
She's outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable)
She be workin' that body, (damn) I'ma leave broke, leave broke (I'ma leave broke, leave broke, leave broke)
Throwin' 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'ma leave broke, leave broke (yeah) (leave broke, leave broke)
Ha, girl, come and vibe with a rich nigga
I'm rockin' skinny jeans like it make my dick bigger
I pay 100 for that ass, I'm a sick nigga
I'm pourin' up the codeine, I don't sip liquor
Man, these fuck niggas ballin' on a budget
Bitches know that I been ballin' and I love it
Marshawn Lynch, I'm smokin' skittles in a bucket
Fruit Town with me, come and go two rounds with me, you know a fade is nothin'
I got a bitch with a body, call her bass and percussion
With my hands throwin' bands, she gon' stand for nothin'
You cuffin', you probably workin' with the man or somethin'
I'm African bandstand, how my niggas is drummin'
And you niggas wanna be like
Smokin' weed and flyin' on a G5
Bust a gun for my niggas from the east side
Nigga sling gold records like bean pies
I love them long nights when you up on the stripper pole
You know all my lil' niggas is trained to go
Dark night Lamborghini, red painted in gold
In the Wraith and it feel like a rodeo, oh
I'm throwin' 100s and givin' them babies, yeah
And if you drink what I drink, you think that I'm crazy
'Cause she workin' that pole, she's so unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable)
She's outta control, up and down, unbelievable, believable, oh (unbelievable)
She be workin' that body, (damn) I'ma leave broke, leave broke (I'ma leave broke, leave broke, leave broke)
Throwin' 1s, 5s, 10s, 20s, 100s, I'ma leave broke, leave broke (yeah) (leave broke, leave broke)
Haha, it's Fresh