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" I Can Tell "
Listen to this track bitch
(Drumma Boy)
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, babe
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all of it, all that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
OHB, bitch this Breezy
I'm a cold nigga
I catch your bitch in the wind
Her and her friend blowin' kisses
I'm pullin' up right in that Bentley truck
I got condoms for my condominium
Hella trip before them bitches hittin' them whippets
She got that brain with the helium
White as cocaine when I'm whippin' it
Hundred M's, yeah they're feelin' him
Even your nigga momma give me compliments
Like "Why don't you have more like him?"
Cocky, I don't give a fuck if you like it
Know he hate me, got this bitch right beside me
Say it with your chest nigga, say it with your chest nigga
Get some base in your body
I'm MIA with some hotties, they know my name in the projects
I get that package from José, yo no sé, mañana
One call, keep your mouth closed
But you can spread your legs, girl, yeah, I thought so
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, babe
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all of it, all that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
Don't be buyin' all this bullshit these niggas tryna sell
I'm spendin' all this money, bitch, I made this shit myself
Soon as you lose your girl, I take you to a different world
Girl, you know you bad and I can do bad by myself
HoodyBaby whippin' white girl, drop it on the scale
I know you love them hood niggas, baby I can tell
Phantom 'hind us tryna bump me, tell 'em stay up off my shelf
I been lookin' for your love, I can't lie, I need help, I need help
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, babe
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all of it, all that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
Say she want it, I can tell she need it
I can tell she want a thug nigga that's gon' eat it
Put that pussy in submission, pay that full, pay attention
In south Atlanta, got them bands on me
Let's throw it back, drop a Brand' on it
Yeah blow that money like a fan on 'em
Heard these bougie bitches wanna fuck a thug
All these broke niggas need to get a plug
Slide her panties to the side
Hold that ass, I'mma lift it up
Girl, I can tell that you freaky
But you know this pimpin' ain't easy
And I ain't said nothin' 'bout cuffin'
But you better fuck me like you mean it
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, babe
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all of it, all that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
Molly water
Is makin' me fall in love
Baby, I'm ready to do this, this ain't my first rodeo
I know what I'm doin', got you screamin' all them high notes
You want to bang, bang
For you girl, I'll spend a bank, bank
I don't care to know your name, name
Oh yeah, one more thing, just one more drink, fuck it, she know she like
She like them thug niggas, I can tell
We throw that money up, I got your ass up in the air
You wanna fuck with us, I can tell
Don't play with me, it's game on, babe
You know, now you done fucked up cause a real nigga need love
I want all of it, all that ass and you poppin' like it ain't nothin'
Your attitude, your attitude, it turns me on
And I can tell, I can tell, I can tell baby
" Too Freaky "
Gangsta
Gangsta Grillz, Gangsta Grillz
We'll never stop
Yo, it's the Aphilliates, nigga
Pay attention
I got that long money, so is my ****
Change my Pamper, homie, 'cause I'm on that new shit (Huh)
M-My chain's stupid, hundred-fifty stacks
And the yacht looking something like a cruise ship
I got that long money, so is my ****
Change my Pamper, homie, 'cause I'm on that new shit (Huh)
I got that long money, so is my ****
Change my Pamper, homie, 'cause I'm on that new shit
M-My chain's stupid, hundred-fifty stacks
And the yacht looking something like a cruise ship
R-R-Roll with me, we could float away
And we can hop in the Jacuzzi full of Rosé
All that Ace of Spades, yeah, it cost a grip
Stunting on shorty, she a bad chick
I will take you down if you let me do it, do it
Girl, you can get all of me if you let me do it, do it, yeah (Gangsta Grillz)
Shorty, when I do my thing, I ain't gon' stop
Wanna hear my name when you on top
'Cause you know I'm too freaky (ay), too freaky (ay)
Girl, you know I'm too freaky, yeah (ay)
Girl, I put in work, lemme do my job
Call me "bang bang" 'cause I go so hard
Girl, you know I'm too freaky (ay), too freaky (ay)
Girl, you know I'm too freaky, yeah (ay)
Wait, babe, won't you come over and play, babe?
Bet you I can make that na-na sing
Have you in the kitchen licking your plate clean
All up on the counter
Lady, have you had it good lately?
I'ma give you what you need, right now
What you need now, what you need now
Now, now, what you need now, what you need, yeah
I will take you down if you let me do it, do it (Oh-ah, oh-ah, yeah)
Girl, you can get all of me if you let me do it (Yeah, yeah), do it, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
Shorty, when I do my thing, I ain't gon' stop (Oh, no)
Wanna hear my name when you on top (No)
'Cause you know I'm too freaky (ay), too freaky (ay)
Girl, you know I'm too freaky, yeah (ay)
Girl, I put in work, lemme do my job
Call me "bang bang" 'cause I go so hard
Girl, you know I'm too freaky (ay, ay), too freaky (ay, ay)
Girl, you know I'm too freaky, yeah (ay, ay, yeah)
Shorty, when I do my thing, I ain't gon' stop (Gangsta Grillz)
Wanna hear my name when you on top
'Cause you know I'm too freaky (ay), too freaky (ay)
Girl, you know I'm too freaky, yeah (ay)
Girl, I put in work, lemme do my job
Call me "bang bang" 'cause I go so hard
Girl, you know I'm too freaky (ay), too freaky (ay)
Girl, you know I'm too freaky, yeah (ay)
P.S., non-stop
" Yo (Excuse Me Miss) "
Whoa, whoa
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
Yeah, uh-huh, yeah
Yo, tell me fellas have you seen her? (Seen her)
It was about five minutes ago
When I seen the hottest chick that a youngin' ever seen before
I say, "Yo, tell the girls I wanna meet her" (Meet her)
On second thought that ain't the way to go
I gotta give her game proper
Spit it so she'll get it, there she is I gotta stop her
Oh, should I talk about her smile? (It's been said before)
Or what about her style? (Too obvious)
I'm out of time, she's out the door
I gotta go for mine, I think I'll say
Yo
I don't know your name but excuse me miss (Oh yeah)
I saw you from across the room
And I got to admit that you got my attention
You're making me wanna say yo
I know you're tryna leave but excuse me miss
I saved the last dance for you
I would love to keep you here with me, oh baby
Now shawty, grab hold of my hand
And let's pretend the floor is ours
You say you don't really dance
(Don't worry 'bout it, we just one-two step, one-two step)
Now if the music is moving too fast (Too fast)
Grab my hand a little tighter (Tighter)
Don't be afraid to move a little closer
Girl, there's something about you that makes me wanna say (Aw yeah, aw yeah)
Yo
I don't know your name but excuse me miss (Ooh)
I saw you from across the room
And I got to admit that you got my attention
You're making me wanna say yo
I know you're tryna leave but excuse me miss (Ooh)
I saved the last dance for you
I would love to keep you here with me, oh baby
I think I'll say yo
I don't know your name but excuse me miss
I saw you from across the room
And I got to admit that you got my attention
You're making me wanna say yo
I know you're tryna leave but excuse me miss
I saved the last dance for you
I would love to keep you here with me, oh baby
I wanna be where you are
Ain't nothing wrong with dancing
Baby, it's so romantic
Baby, I can be in your heart
So many things I wanna tell you
I think that I should start by saying
Yo, whoa
I don't know your name but excuse me miss (Oh yeah)
I saw you from across the room
I gotta give her game proper
Spit it so she'll get it, there she is I gotta stop her (Oh yeah)
I know you're tryna leave but excuse me miss (Oh)
I saved the last dance for you
I would love to keep you here with me, oh baby
Now everybody just clap your hands like this (Like this)
Just clap your hands like this (Whoa, like this, huh)
And if your shorty's in the house tonight
Just grab her by the hand, homie, make her understand
Y'all was made to dance like this (Like this)
Y'all was made to bounce like this (Whoa, like this)
Just let her know she was made for you and
You want to do everything she want to, man
Ha, woo!
" Yoppa "
Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy)
Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherfuckin' Llama (Ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (Yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I tote that Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa (Yeah)
Keep it on me, it stay on me at all times
Don't sleep on me, don't speak on me, it's suicide
Aim it at your brain, it's insane how them slugs fly
Codeine purple rain, is this what it means when doves cry?
Never leave my piece, .40 under the seat
Protect my family 'cause I don't trust the police now
Love my choppa and I know she loves me
Ain't no safety 'cause it got the lemon squeeze
Don't even try
You ain't 'bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life
Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy, father)
Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherfuckin' Llama (Ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Yeah)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (Yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I tote that Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa (Yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, my nigga, I keep a choppa
If you pull it and your gun jam, sayonara, c'est la vie
Say you got a problem, my nig', so what's the problem?
It can go down right now, this slaughter
Should think smarter, should think better
And I ain't 'bout to argue with a grown ass nigga
I ain't here to play no games, give a fuck who you claim
Choppa on me, this the gang, I let it bang
Don't even try
You ain't 'bout that life
You ain't ready to die
Choppa tell the truth, it expose your life
Flexin' on you, I'm your father (Ayy)
Choppa spittin' loogies like a motherfuckin' Llama (Ayy)
Got the big racks on me, bitch, I'm thumbin' through them commas
Presidential Rollie got me feelin' like Obama (Woo)
Blew up big, got me feelin' like Osama
Pussy rappin' 'bout that choppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa (Yeah)
Know I keep a Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa
Know I tote that Yoppa, bitch, you know I keep a Yoppa, keep a Yoppa (Yeah)
" Shabba "
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Mike WiLL Made-It
My niggas, we fuck up some commas
Oh, some of them dirty like Shabba
Jamaican and Haitian, no matter, they pull up with choppers
All of my niggas got rounds, I spray a new face on you clowns
I got a bitch in the viddy, I gave her the shrimp and the lobster
I put that girl in Givenchy, Versace, I'm feelin' like Shabba
How that bitch so Hollywood, but that bitch livin' in Bompton?
But I be trainin' these hoes, fresh out the boat, yeah
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Bounce to the beat like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
10 gold rings like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me rollin' through like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Ride in the Benz like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Gwan go fuck up the beat like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Bounce to the beat like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Shawty ride with a nigga through the West Coast (Yeah)
Downtown pimp, I done left hoes (Yeah)
My life so good, I done blessed hoes (Yeah)
I might crowd surf on my next show
All of my niggas is trappers
We take the dope on the road
You see that I'm on the corner
We sellin' dope at the shows
You see the ice on my wrist
You see my neck full of gold
Boy, you at home with your girlfriend
I got a house full of hoes
Homie, I stay on the road
I make a play, then I go
I got a house full of cocaine
They wanna play in the snow
Bare foreign jawns thought my name was Shabba (Wha?)
I ain't a fuckery, I ain't a passer (Wha?)
I got a one peng ting that cooks me pasta (Heh?)
I chuck bands in the Benz, chuck ash in the Astra (Easy 'nuff)
Man my gyal wanna gimme goodie good good (Wha?)
But she done told me this hoody too hood (Easy)
My gyal wan' smoke dope in the hood (Wha?)
(Ooh, oh, she got)
I told her hold on, baby, go suck on this wood (Eh)
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Bounce to the beat like Shabba (Ayy)
Somethin' like Shabba
10 gold rings like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me rollin' through like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Ride in the Benz like Shabba (Oh)
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Gwan go fuck up the beat like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Bounce to the beat like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
She wanna shotta (Shotta)
Gyal wanna get with a trapper (Trap)
Blowin' on sense with the grubber (Smoke)
Gold teeth like Shabba (Bling)
Trap boy turned rapper (Trap)
She go down south, then back up (Down)
Man can't, why fuck no slapper (No)
Man pass that ting to my brudda (Eh)
Sent P's to my mother (Mother)
Trap in the street for the guala (Trap)
Man bet' have some manners (Manners)
Tings, yeah, we got lot of (Lotta dem)
Foreign gyal lookin' proper (Proper)
Give her shots like a chopper (Uh)
Bad jawns rollin' up the grams
Wanna love a man like I'm Shabba (Skrrt)
Oh, wait, oh, wait, oh, wait
She seein' gold chains and cocaine (Oh, oh)
Spend coco dance on the dope (Coke)
So a nigga aim that so string (Huh)
I pray a nigga never touch my homie (Nah)
Man down if you touch my homie (Buck, buck)
Man down, man down, man down (Buck, brr)
Lift her up, make her home shake (Buck)
I got the Gs like I'm OJ (Gs)
We servin' P for the cocaine (Coke)
It's up to no ho, oh no way (Uh-uh)
Told the feds I ain't givin' up no names (Nah)
Amnes' coming in plentily
Amnes' coming in loads, ayy
Hand on my friend here put her hand
(Ooh, oh, she got)
On my friend, get toasty
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Bounce to the beat like Shabba (Ayy)
Somethin' like Shabba
10 gold rings like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me rollin' through like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Ride in the Benz like Shabba (Oh)
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Gwan go fuck up the beat like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Bounce to the beat like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Through the street with a bracker (Bracker, brrp)
Low key, gettin' mon' up (Mon' up, mon' up, mon' up)
Smoke ki' like my brother (Brother, boy, boy)
Gold teeth like Shabba (Shabba)
Ring ring, settin' one up (Ring)
OT sellin' packa (Ring)
TU, that's turn up (Ring, ring)
Walked in, front the run up
Uck face tryna uck us
T like, man shut up
Seaside gettin' guala
Gyal give a man uh huh (uh)
Daylights so they stutter
She's callin' me brudda
I told her uh uh
Boom boom in the bedroom
So wet like I broke her bladder
I'm old school like Shabba
Rocko gold like Shabba
Bad bitches they holla
Wanna do man under the covers
Beemer, Bentley or Hummer
Spring, winter or summer
Ring trap, where the runner?
Big strap, need another
Man to hold it up
Big bags, can't fold it
(Ooh, oh, she got)
Section, OHB, better notice
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Bounce to the beat like Shabba (Ayy)
Somethin' like Shabba
10 gold rings like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me rollin' through like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Ride in the Benz like Shabba (Oh)
Somethin' like Shabba
She got me blowin' trees like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Gwan go fuck up the beat like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy
Bounce to the beat like Shabba, ayy
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba
Ear Drummers
Somethin' like Shabba
Somethin' like Shabba, ayy