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" Iffy "
Ayy
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle
Ayy, I'm 'bout to run it up
I'm 'bout to pull up in that motherfuckin' Bentley truck (Ayy)
Got some bad bitches and they 'bout to fuck it up (Ayy)
And we takin' shit over just to sum it up, sum it up
Yeah, I need my commas, lil' bitch
I ain't playin', man, I put that on my mama and shit
Twenty-four on the jersey, just for Mamba and shit
Vince Carter on the beat, I put my arm through the rim
It's your birthday, put your hands in the air if it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday (Birthday)
You should be throwin' that back in the first place
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle
I'm about to turn it up, a hundred degrees
Got my baby goin' up, flight overseas
I don't know where your girl at, she missin'
I'm a bad boy like a Detroit Piston
Nigga, I might smash on yo' bitch, Mitch Richmond
Cookin' up that hot shit, yeah, we in the kitchen
You been workin' out, girl, lookin' real temptin'
The way you make it clap, tonight I might tap that
It's your birthday (Birthday), put your hands in the air if it's your birthday (Birthday)
And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday (Birthday)
You should be throwin' that back in the first place (First place)
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah (Ooh, ayy)
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Ooh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (Ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Ooh)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (Ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle
Yeah, let's play, your body makes me feel a way
Just make it shake, I want you to put it all in my face
Make it nasty (Ahh)
Bad bitch (Bad), walked in (Walked), her friends locked in (Yeah)
Top ten (Woah), toxic I am, yes, ma'am (Yeah-yeah)
And if they hatin' on you, I might have to kick them out 'cause
It's your birthday (It's your birthday), put your hands in the air if it's your birthday (Birthday)
And you know we don't give a fuck, it's not your birthday (Birthday, yeah)
You should be throwin' that back in the first place (First place)
It's Breezy, I know you heard of me
Ooh, yeah
Pinky ring worth 'bout two-fifty (Two-fifty, oh, ayy)
Two-tone my Lambo, that's drippy (Yeah-yeah, I did that, ooh, ayy)
Bottle after bottle, now she tipsy (Tipsy, yeah)
Can't trust these hoes 'cause they iffy (Ooh, ayy)
I know that your best friend gon' slide now (I know, ooh, ayy)
Party at my house, that's a vibe now (Vibe, ooh, ayy)
Ballin' on these hoes like LeBron now (Ooh)
She spittin' off the top, that's a freestyle (Freestyle)
" Thank You "
Man, y'all don't know what y'all do for me
You see, without y'all, none of this would matter
I mean none of it
So I say thank you, listen
Out the gate I got it started off right
Daddy told me (Son), "You ain't gotta beat around the bush" (For sure)
Deep inside I feel you, Lord (Number one)
I've come this far by faith, blessed me with the voice and gave me that extra push (Yeah)
And dear Momma (I love you, ma)
For the times I acted foolish, you popped me with the rulers
I didn't understand (No, no) but I do now (Now)
It's out of love for your Christopher
I just wanna thank you
You're more than just a friend, with me 'til the end
It's not official without a thank you
I thank you, Lord, I praise you, Lord (Nothing without you)
I'm nothing without you
I just wanna thank you (Thank you, Lord)
From my heart right to my soul (Huh) my CD to my show
You make a difference, that's why I thank you (Thank you)
I owe it all to you (Nobody else), oh, I just wanna
I just wanna say thanks, but with all due respect (Uh-huh, for sure)
There's some people I can't forget as I grow
I'ma definitely do my best to reach out to the kids
Homies on the block, citizens (My homies)
Hustlers on lock, what it is
The music bizz won't stop or change me
East Coast, I wanna thank you (Tappahannock, Virginia, aight)
West Coast, I wanna thank you (Oh, oh, I owe it all to y'all)
Dirty South I wanna thank you (For sure, oh)
Midwest, stay up 'cause I just wanna thank all y'all (Stay up, keep y'all head up)
I just wanna thank you (Yeah, yeah)
You've been more than just a friend, with me 'til the end (Always)
It's not official without a thank you (Y'all mean so much)
You mean so much to me (For real, I promise)
I just wanna thank you, oh, yeah (On God)
And Jesus, and Jesus, ha, what a friend I have
Thank you, oh-oh (Yeah, let's go)
Oh, I just wanna
I just wanna say thanks
When the song is over, it ain't the end (It ain't over, no)
I'm coming back to you to do it again (Na-na-na-na-na, no)
I'm loyal to the game so we're gonna win (Gonna win)
This is it! Ha ha
(You and you and you and you and you and you)
Yeah (Ha ha), I'd like to thank y'all tonight (Thank you, you know, woo)
For coming out (Thank you)
I love you, ladies, chilling with me (Ha ha, for sure, you know it)
All my fans (All my heart, yup), I love y'all (That's real)
All them haters, I love y'all too 'cause y'all making me do it more (Ha ha)
(You and you and you and you and you and you)
Uh-huh, my family (Thank you)
Especially my mom (Thank you, I love you, ma)
I love y'all, last but not least God (Number one, always)
'Cause I just wanna thank you
You're more than just a friend, with me 'til the end
It's not official without a thank you
To my ladies and my fellas
Aw, they kept it real with Chris Brown
I just wanna thank you
Thank you, baby (Thank you), you know who you are (Yes)
When I'm on the road, stay committed (Yes)
Thank you, oh-whoa (For sure, ha)
Oh, whoa-whoa (Say yeah, on God)
I just wanna say thanks for you
(For you and you and you and you and you and you)
You've been there for me when nobody was (Come on, uh-huh, yes)
I gave you praise (For looking out)
Thank you, yeah, you mean so much to me (My Lord and savior, Jesus Chris)
I don't know what to do
I just wanna thank you
(For you and you and you and you and you and you)
From my heart right to my soul, CD to my show (For looking out)
You make a difference that's why I thank you
I love y'all, oh, I really love you
Oh, I, I just wanna
I just wanna say thanks, ha ha
Uh
" Sorry "
(May-May-May)
What is this? (May-May-May)
Maybach Music
I like this Maybach Music, hahahaha
She's just perfect in every kinda way
But I don't think I can handle her pain
So messed up and I'm too busy just runnin' my game
Oh, girl after girl, mistake after mistake
I've tried to change, but they always around pullin' me down in bed (May-May-May)
Gave you my word, but they were just broken promises (boom)
Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex (uh)
I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit
Sorry, won't turn back the clock
Baby, I took advantage 'cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe it, so I used you
I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry don't make it right, I know
We at the crib, she got her legs wrapped around my waist
Conversation, she lick every tattoo that's on my face
Like a thug, I just wanna fuck, that's every day
Temporary separations, confessin' my mistakes
She packed her bags and left me home and I'm still hurt
You new pussy, but she can't tell me that it's real first
A lot of lies apologized, the thirst real
When she hear this thinkin' to herself, "Damn this verse real"
Rehab out in Vegas, that made this a murdered sin
Sent the bottles to her table, then made love on the jet
Temporary thrills, all these women you think I tossed
My feelings genuine, disregard what you see on blogs
I been a boss before I recorded Meek song
Mill in cash on the 'gram, they trendin' Meech home
In the D and my G, he throwin' that P-Stone
Every picture that you post, we comments on each one
I'm just a typical ordinary nigga
But I know that I can't change the rules
All this time I blamed you 'cause I know what I'm doing
Stepping on your heart again, relationship ruined
I tried to change, but I'm always out, fuckin' around in the club (May-May)
Pieces of my love letter tore up from this break up (uh)
My worst nightmare went right in my back, I wish I could wake up (uh)
I feel like shit, know I ain't shit, but I'm... (May-May-May)
Sorry, won't turn back the clock
Baby, I took advantage 'cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe it, so I used you
I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry don't make it right, I know (gotta love it, baby, uh) (May-May-May)
Life's short and baby girl, you deserve a winner
Every day the diamonds on you get bigger and bigger
Hustle from my heart, so every night I can deliver (uh)
Sayin', "Sorry", layin' up, I'm way up in your liver (boss)
The red bottoms got you walkin' funny (ha)
Get you an agent, she ballin' and all she talk is money (right)
Take her shoppin', baby boy, ain't no salary caps (uh)
She get it poppin', so you better bring battery packs (huh)
Perfect time to relax
Nothing is perfect other than me and the perfect match
They all watch me 'cause the moves I make out they budgets
Diamond district, six figures on my shorty nugget
I've tried to change, but they always around, pullin' me down in bed (May-May-May)
Gave you my word, but they were just broken promises
Broken condoms, lipstick marks and unprotected sex
Yeah, I feel like shit, you know I ain't shit
Sorry, won't turn back the clock (May-May)
Baby, I took advantage 'cause I knew you
Wouldn't believe it, so I used you
I'm sorry, oh, I'm sorry don't make it right (May-May-May)
I apologize
You're not perfect, I'm not perfect
" 2012 "
Faire l'amour lendemain
What if the sky was turning red?
I know we'd be safe right here in my bed, laying face to face
Oh girl, I love the way you sound when you rain on me
So tonight let's act it out, and show you how it's gon' be
I'm gon' kiss your other set of lips
Hold your body by your legs and hips
The world can't end until we're finished
Girl, we gon'
And we gon' do it like it's 'bout to be the end of the world
And they depending on us
To make Earth-shaking love
As we lay down, lay down
Telling me to go harder, go harder
You're telling me to go deeper, go deeper
I feel your knees getting weaker and weaker
We can go longer if you just lay down, lay down, down
All these vibrations from your legs, massaging my back
I got your body shivering 'cause we're covered in sweat
And girl, I like the way it opens up when you throw it back, baby
Girl, it might be too much, oh baby, if you keep doing that
I got that pillow for your knees right here
Baby, can you make it disappear?
Your voice is the last thing I'm gonna hear
Then I wanna make you holler
We gon' do it like it's 'bout to be the end of the world
And they depending on us
To make Earth-shaking love
As we lay down, lay down
And you're, you're telling me to go harder, go harder
You're telling me to go deeper, go deeper
I feel your knees getting weaker and weaker
We can go longer as we lay down, lay down, down
Do it like we only got one (Got one)
Baby, let's pretend we only got one night
One last time, let me take my time
And do it to you right
Buildings and bridges may be falling down
But that won't stop me from turning that thing around, girl, yeah
Won't you come on over
And we can treat it like it's the motherfuckin'
End of the world? (Woo!)
And they depending on us (And they depending on us to make it)
To make Earth-shaking love
As we lay down, lay down (We can, we can)
Telling me to go harder, go harder
(A nigga goin' hard in the paint, you think I can't)
You're telling me to go deeper, go deeper
(A nigga so deep, underwater, can you feel my submarine?)
I feel your knees getting weaker and weaker
(Use my hands, and baby, you gon' get this rain)
We can go longer if you just lay down (Lay down), lay down, down (Lay down)
A nigga goin' hard in the paint, you think I can't?
Watch a nigga go hard in the paint, you think I can't?
(Lay, lay, lay down)
Goin' for miles, no stops
(So good, lay down)
A nigga goin' hard in the paint (Right now)
Watch a nigga go hard in the paint (Just take that)
Watch a nigga go hard in the paint, you think I can't? (Get it, get it)
Watch a nigga go hard in the paint, you think I can't? (Get it, get it)
Watch a nigga go hard in the paint (Get it, lay down)
Watch a nigga go hard in the paint
" Bunkin' "
Where my real bitches at?
One hunnid
Keep that shit one hunnid
One hunnid
Yeah, my bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
She went from nothin', now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a ki'
Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)
I don't know if you know how it feel to ride down Sunset watchin' the sunset (Damn, bitch)
California, Los Angeles, nigga (That ain't your problem though)
What's happenin' though? Look
My bitch grind (My bitch grind)
My boo now know I'm thuggin', from the slums (I'm from the slums)
She know I'm in the streets, she hold my guns (She hold my uh)
Ain't seen my P.O. in weeks, fuckin' months (Fuckin' months)
Told her hold my spot, I'm on the run (Skrrt)
I got my motherfuckin' Js on, finna hit Arkansas
Get these Oxy's off
Come back to L.A., fight my case
Where I'm from it's bang or ball
Fuckin' bitches like yo' misses
Flip 'em like a case of rum (Yeah)
Back to to business, flippin' digits (Yeah, yeah)
Splittin' switches with my niggas (Yeah, yeah)
Came from nothin', from nothin' to somethin' (Yeah, yeah)
Know my struggle, my momma know I'm thuggin' (Uh, uh)
Comin' out the county jail, smell like bubbly
Yo' momma love it
Got your main bitch on my side on time, nigga
My bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
She went from nothin', now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a ki'
Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)
Hey hey, now don't it feel great
When you ride through the hood where you known as Bill Gates? (I'm known as Bill Gates)
Yeah, with a super bad bitch in a drop Lamborghini
Make a homegirl hate
Just a trap nigga known to have a quarter-mill a day
Nigga, proof that sellin' drugs on the corner still pay
I make a hundred Gs, spend 40 on ki's
Put the rest away just in case I caught a real case (What?)
Yeah, and I ain't gon' stop
Teachin' you the shit that you ain't know 'bout
On my side when I rhyme, think it ain't no Glock
Stop cuffin' that bitch like she ain't no thot
Hey, racks on that ass, think it ain't gon' drop?
Even if not, but the brain on fire (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Nigga, 14 years I remain on fire
Men do, women too but the game don't lie
Hey, still up to the same old shit (Yep)
Bang on a pussy, nigga, they ain't no shit
Stop playin' with it pussy you know you don't want this
Shut the fuck down or your ass gon' get it, uh
In public, it's nothin'
I'm right back in my bunkin'
Ain't what you do, it's how you does it
And we does it, cousin
My bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
She went from nothin', now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a ki'
Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (How I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)
Ah, make me harder, miss your daughter
She just wanna lay and party
Be my naughty girl in college
Fuck you all the time, I'm tired
Wake up on it, it's that
Early mornin', tap that wet wet (Woo)
You know a nigga love breakfast, I'ma bite that (Ha)
Got money in the mattress where I hide it at (Yeah)
She countin' all of that (Yeah), fuck all of them niggas
They don't know what to do with all that
As a matter fact, get on my lap
(Boaw, boaw, boaw, boaw)
Put you on the map take you out the trap
From a condo to a larger state
Got double gates
If I catch a case would you wait on me and build me up again?
If so
Yeah, my niggas thuggin' (Woo, yeah)
Poppin' rubber bands, money in my hands (Ha)
Double cup it with the Sprite, mix it with Xans (Yeah!)
We some zombies here tonight
Slow motion, your bitch choosin'
She say, "Don't they call you Breezy?" I told that bitch, "I'm coolin" (I'm coolin'!)
With a hunnid million dollars, got a hunnid on my chain
She got a million dollar body with a hunnid dollar brain (Yeah!)
Girl, your booty like a pumpkin (Like a pumpkin)
And my bitch, she be bunkin' (Yeah, yeah)
My bitch she bunkin' (Bunkin')
She went from nothin', now she somethin'
My bitch bunkin' (Bunkin')
She only clap that ass for me
My bitch bunkin' (My bitch bunkin')
I taught her how to whip a ki'
Now my trap jumpin' (Yeah, yeah)
She bring that dough to me how I want it (Ooh-ooh, how I want it)
In fifties, hundreds, all that (All that, all that, all that)
Money is money, my nigga, even small stacks (It's real)
We on right now, so you may have to wait, my nigga (Wait, my nigga)
I throw that cash in the air, this shit feel great, my nigga (It feel great, my nigga)