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" 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
" No Lights "
It feels like I'm ready to dance, aw, baby
So we can move right to the rhythm of love
Ooh, that dress is so fancy, yeah
And girl, I hope you don't mind taking it off (Take it off now, girl)
Don't rush tonight, got a place in mind reserved for two
Show you right
Girl, no need to run from me
Ooh, this very night could change your life, I promise you
Don't be afraid of the dark, baby
Just look at the disco ball
We don't need no lights
Ooh, girl, join me
We can get it 'til four, five, six in the morning
You gon' feel alright
You dancing, extra horny
You dancing like you drunk, like you drunk (Huh!)
Put your hands to the ceiling, hands to the ceiling (Hands to the ceiling)
I want you to feel it all night long (All night long)
I'ma rock your body back and forth
I'm committed, to make you my business, ayy
And I'll be working all night long, whoa-whoa-whoa
Don't rush tonight, got a place in mind reserved for two (Reserved for two)
Show you right
Girl, no need to run from me
Ooh, this very night could change your life, I promise you (I promise)
Don't be afraid of the dark, baby (Baby)
Just look at the disco ball
We don't need no lights (Baby, we don't need no lights, no)
Ooh, girl, join me
We can get it 'til four, five, six in the morning (In the morning, girl)
You gon' feel alright
You dancing, extra horny
You dancing like you drunk (You drunk), like you drunk (Hey)
Ooh, girl, you know I need you close
It ain't no one else in this room, but me and you
And baby, if you ready, I'll take you if you let me
And we gon' have a hell of a night
And you gon' have the time of your life
Yeah, baby
Girl, hey
Ooh, baby, c'mon
Let's get crazy
Ha ha
Let's get faded
Here we are
One, two, three (Woo!)
We don't need no lights (Lights)
Ooh, girl, join me (Oh)
We can get it 'til four, five, six in the morning (Four, five, six)
You gon' feel alright
You dancing, extra horny
You dancing like you drunk (Yeah, like you drunk), like you drunk
We don't need no lights (We don't need 'em)
Ooh, girl, join me (Come join me)
We can get it 'til four, five, six in the morning (In the morning, girl)
You gon' feel alright
You dancing, extra horny
You dancing like you drunk (You dancing), like you drunk (Keep dancing, girl)
Hahaha
Alright
Feel good, don't it?
Feel good, don't it?
Ha ha
" Last "
Hands up in the air
I just want the, I just want the
Baddest bitch in the world right here on my lap (Huh)
And I'ma hit this drink up like it's my last
I'ma, I'ma hit this night up like it's my last
I'ma, I'ma hit this ass up like it's my last
I swear I'ma, swear I'ma do it like I, like I never had
Big ass bottles, big ice buckets
I work too hard to be ballin' on a budget
Me and my people do it big out in public
'Cause if you don't do it big, bitch (Ha ha), you ain't doing nothing
And I'ma hit this drink up like it's my last
I'ma, I'ma hit this night up like it's my last
I'ma, I'ma hit this ass up like it's my last (Boi)
I swear I'ma, swear (Boi) I'ma do it like
Like I never had it at a-a-a-all, a-a-a-all
Like I, like I never had it at a-a-a-all, a-a-a-all
Like I, like I never had it at a-a-a-all, a-a-a-all
(I know y'all hatin', niggas)
Like I, like I never had it at a-a-a-all, a-a-a-all
(Leggo, ha ha, I don't care though)
Yeah, me and Sean up in V.I.P., all these girls surroundin' us
Got a bad bitch, black and Asian, yeah, she fine as fuck
And she don't need no help, but I design her up
Juicy Couture no more, I Gucci sign her up
My credit card, hold that, we take the bar with us
If you ain't careful, we take your bitch in the car with us
Front of the club, all my cars look like Toys "R" Us
Better hold your girl hand, she looking at Breezy, trust me
And the others want Big Sean Don
Got them black goons with me, call me Farrakhan
And when you see me, throw that Westside up
Don't get confused I'm from V.A. but give that Westside love, uh
Them fly dudes, Piru be like what up, Blood?
Nipsey Hussle got that muscle, Snoop, what up, cuz?
My nigga Wiz know what it is, he love that Cali bud
Eastside high rise, nigga, what?
Like I never had it at a-a-a-all (Oh, no), a-a-a-all
Like I, like I never had it at a-a-a-all (At all), a-a-a-all
Like I, like I never had it at (Hey) a-a-a-all, a-a-a-all (Huh)
Like I, like I never had it at (Yeah) a-a-a-all, a-a-a-all
Hands up in the air
I just want the, I just want the
Baddest bitch in the world right here on my lap (Huh)
And I'ma hit this drink up like it's my last (Oh-oh)
I'ma, I'ma hit this night up like it's my last (Oh-oh)
I'ma, I'ma hit this ass up like it's my last
I swear I'ma, swear I'ma do it like I, like I never had it at
A-a-a-all (yeah), a-a-a-all
Like I, like I never had it at a-a-a-all (Oh-whoa), a-a-a-all
Like I, like I never had it at (Oh) a-a-a-all, a-a-a-all
Like I, like I never had it at a-a-a-all, a-a-a-all
Like I never had it at all, oh-whoa
" Compadre "
Murda on the beat, so it's not nice
Yeah, all these pills, I can't hear what you sayin'
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high shit
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way, yeah
Olé, olé, olé, I just found out the play
Got my bitch all on his line sendin' his location
You must think you slick, huh
Pull up with the stick
Revolver, hollow shells, so you won't find out who did it
Disappear like Houdini
Drop the top, that's a magic trick
Three Lamborghinis, you fuck niggas on that rentin' shit
Cool as shit, through with all the foolish shit
You know, got the Rugers, with the toolies with
Get, that's a .30 clip, yeah
All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin'
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high shit
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre (My compadre)
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day (Out in broad day)
It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way (Yeah)
Wakin' up, I'm feelin' like I'm Pablo (Pablo)
I got some partners with the duffle like I'm Ralo (Damu)
I got some partners who gon' pull up with them hollows (Skrrt)
Your bitch gon' send me your location from your iPhone (Ayy)
Pull up in the trenches (Pull up in the trenches)
Uh, nigga, pull up with the stenches (Pull up with the stenches)
Uh, I keep pulling out of them bitches (Yuh)
I got the sauce and I'm drippin' (Woo)
I'm dripped in designer, call me Big Tymin, I'm just being honest
We got it on us, we pull up in Hondas
You don't want the drama, you talk to your Honor, yeah
All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin' (Kap G)
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high shit
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way
All these pills, I can't hear what you sayin'
Drugs, all these drugs, yeah, bitch
Goin' to the moon, beam me up
Smokin' high shit
Gas, smokin' gas, the fire shit
I'm runnin' plays, I'm connected with the plug
Huh, olé, olé, olé, my compadre
My homies loco when they shoot you out in broad day
It ain't no easy route 'cause speakin' ain't the hard way
" Sweet Caroline "
Oh mother, sweet Caroline
Feels like you shot me with a .38 or a .45
And my heart's bleeding, baby
Can't feel my legs I'm paralyzed
I know you just in it for the moment, so I'll enjoy the ride
Eyes start rolling in back of my head, girl, I'm already gone
I can see all of nothin', what's happenin'?
Can't even look at your face, girl, I'm fadin' away
Girl, your drug is automatic
Higher than a fan, one sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds, it really feels like life
Sweet love of mine, oh-oh
You're my sweet Caroline (Woo), my sweet Caroline
Ooh, baby, I'm down
As long as you do the same, I'll try the same shit right now, right now
Baby, tell me when you start to feel it (Yeah)
Got me dead, oh (Oh), yeah, baby (Yeah)
Just let go of all the emotion, all the emotion
Just let it out, fly with me
Eyes start rolling in back of my head, girl, I'm already gone
I can see all of nothin', what's happenin'?
Can't even look at your face, girl, I'm fadin' away
Girl, your drug is automatic
Higher than a fan, one sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds, it really feels like life
Sweet love of mine, oh-oh
You're my sweet Caroline (Woo), my sweet Caroline
Breezy, let me make sure Caroline understands somethin'
Here I go, when I step up in the spot like another block
When the nigga drop stop, you ain't even got a clue
Regularly, man, a nigga that need to be seen
Medically, tell me what you really wanna do
Generally, niggas think they better than me, boo
Niggas really tryna put they foot up in my shoe
That's when I make a panic, I don't really understand it
That's when I lay 'em down, they tryna get a better view
Genuinely see the way I regularly choose
Whack niggas switch, I'm up to legendary view
Somethin' from benal, they already really knew
Instead of tryna fuck you, need to get a better crew
Lactose, switch, I came up back close
Better know I back those, I don't wanna let it go (Ooh)
Damn folks, shawty wanna stand close
When a nigga bang those panties, and I let it blow (Boom)
He didn't really wanna do it
Then what it gets a nigga that be flowin' like a fluid
And I be damagin' everything every time a nigga get up on it, it's nothin'
We know that they already do it and ain't nothin' really to it
Pull up, stop, how 'bout a drop top?
Then I'm unlocked, I got my Glock cocked
That's how we do it over here
Do not hop on the mic on a wrong block, not
Y'all niggas know what it is
Yeah, you know the way I put it down for 'em
That's right, got 'em loose
Ain't no buggin', baby girl, you can see the grab on 'em
Now y'all don't really want to get a better blow
Fireworks nigga, now we givin' 'em a show
Let me chill, at the party, I met a pretty little ho
Make it bounce for me, but a nigga gotta go
Higher than a fan, one sip of that, lights out
I'm just floating above the clouds, it really feels like life
Sweet love of mine, oh-oh
You're my sweet Caroline (Woo), my sweet Caroline