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" Let The Blunt Go "
League of Starz
Sorry Jaynari
Funk Flex, Chris Brown
Who you mad at? Me or yourself?
Gold chain, gold chain
Gettin' money gon' and watch these hoes change
I'm in the party, got these bitches off molly and they're rollin'
Bitches poppin' pills like it's for pain
In their eyes I'm the shit
Molly probably fantasisin' all about my dick
Only one real nigga, take a pic
And all you haters, I'ma take your bitch
Every nigga in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends, all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they're pussies, say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah, I said that
Half of y'all niggas in here frontin', where your bread at?
I-I-I-I, gon' stutter rap
Thought so, can't do it like this, broke nigga
If say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe?
Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs so
Now you in the club tryna fuck no love, hoe
How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe?
Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs so
Now you in the club tryna fuck no love, hoe
How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go
Too many cars, a parade when I pull up
Glass jaw, catch a fade, that's a chin up
If you ain't lookin', I'ma eat your hoe for dinner
She said that she a virgin but I fucked her in Virginia, ha ha
I ate her at the SupperClub
Bad bitches at Greystone, but they're just some runner-ups
Now every nigga in here seein' if you tryna fuck
And every nigga in here schemin', gon' try your luck
Ha, I'm A-1, no steak sauce, nigga, they spray dumb
It's like ratatatat
Cross your baseball cap
A couple hoes in your face like Jason
Every nigga in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends, all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they're pussies, say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah, I said that
Half of y'all niggas in here frontin' where your bread at?
I-I-I-I, gon' stutter rap
Thought so, can't do it like this, broke nigga
If say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe?
Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs so
Now you in the club tryna fuck no love, hoe
How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe?
Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs so
Now you in the club tryna fuck no love, hoe
How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go
Every nigga in the club see the same hoe
With the same friends, all they do is change clothes
Try to bowl and they're pussies, say their lane closed
If you fuckin' for your rent, you a lame hoe
Oops, yeah, I said that
Half of y'all niggas in here frontin' where your bread at?
I-I-I-I, gon' stutter rap
Thought so, can't do it like this, broke nigga
If say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe?
Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs so
Now you in the club tryna fuck no love, hoe
How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go
Say you got to work, why you in the club, hoe?
Hell no, you can't smoke my drugs so
Now you in the club tryna fuck no love, hoe
How you do that there? Bitch, let the blunt go
" Sex You Back To Sleep "
I know it's late, I know it's late
And, baby, I can't focus, focus
I just flew in town today
I'm hoping that you notice. Did you notice?
I just posted my landing, oh
Wondering if the same old understanding stands
I know you got work pretty early
I'll be around 'bout 3:30
Usually you're done by one, so, baby, when I wake you up
Just let me rock, fuck you back to sleep, girl
[Alternative version:] Just let me ride, sex you back to sleep, girl
Don't say a word, no (no), don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me, girl
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, rock you back
[Alternative version:] Sex you back to sleep, girl, rock you back
Now where you at? Just dropped my bags
I'm coming through to meet ya, oh, yeah, to meet ya, oh
I know you're almost half asleep but you know I might just reach ya (reach ya, baby)
[Alternative version:]I know you're almost half asleep but you know how much I need ya (wake up, wake up, need ya, baby)
Girl, I need ya, oh (need ya, baby)
Gon' gimme that spare key, oh
But if you keep the door unlocked, be ready, oh
I know you got work pretty early
I'll be around by 3:30
Usually you're done by one, so, baby, when I wake you up
Just let me rock, I'mma fuck you back to sleep, girl
[Alternative version:] Just let me ride, sex you back to sleep, girl
Don't say a word, no (no), don't you talk
Baby, just hold on tight to me, girl
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, rock you back
[Alternative version:] Sex you back to sleep, girl, rock you back
Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
I know you want me, how you feel me 'cause you never disagree
So when you wake from your sleep, girl
Just let me rock, fuck you back to sleep, girl
[Alternative version:] Just let me ride (let me love you), sex you back to sleep, girl
Don't say a word, no (no), don't you talk
Just hold on tight to me, girl
Fuck you back to sleep, girl, and rock you back
[Alternative version:] Sex you back to sleep, girl, rock you back
Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job,
Fuck you back to sleep, girl
[Alternative version:] Sex you back to sleep, girl
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
Ain't sorry that I woke ya, I ain't sorry 'bout ya job,
Fuck you back to sleep, girl
[Alternative version:] Sex you back to sleep, girl
Call sick in the morning so I can get a little bit more of your love
" Tell Me "
Yeah, yeah
New Smitty
Let me know, uh
If I push this Maybach, baby
Do you wanna go? Uh-huh
And
Big D, we done did it again
If so, ha
We done did it again
Should I roll this thing out
We done did it again
Or let it go? Tell me
Chris Brown, Omarion
To all my ladies and gents in the club spendin' money for rent
Holla at me 'cause we at it again (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Makin' a killin', better tell 'em who you with
Money over bitches, stick to the script (stick to the script)
Drinks that we sip, so they feed us more liters of Crys'
Out the bottle, swallow, never sip (never sip)
And this is good as it gets (come on, come on, come on)
We on some down south playa shit, it's a trip (hahaha)
And I'ma get fresh for all my women (yeah)
AF1's with the strap, white linen (yeah)
Puff in the back with my dollar stacked up to the ceilin'
You will see when they show me on "How I'm Living" (on "How I'm Living")
And I'ma take this time to point out
All my mami's and Gucci and the money (money)
And we can chill on some cool shit, yeah (come on, come on, come on)
More money than we know what to do with, for real (ha)
Tell me, tell me
If you feeling it right
If you still play, if you still play
Put your hands way up in the sky
With someone like me, oh, oh
Let 'em know you's a playa tonight
Tell me, yeah, yeah
If you feeling it right
If you still play
All my ladies put 'em up in the sky
Let 'em know what's the deal
This is for the playa in you
True playa for real
Who you kissin'? Who you wanna be huggin'? (Wanna be huggin')
Made something from nothin' out this life of crime (life of crime)
Money is time, so I spend mine hustlin' rhymes (hustlin' rhymes)
With another foot stuck in the grind (stuck in the grind) (ha ha)
Now lemme ask you this
Have you ever been on private jets with a private chef?
First class eatin' lobster tails
All types of exotic fish, straight shit (ooh)
Don't know your name but excuse me miss
Lemme offer you some wine, pass strike the 9 (just take, just take this)
Light a cigar, fill my cup with the best liquor (yeah, yeah)
Real life is what we are
I ain't ashamed of this, it's all fame (not ashamed of this)
The money just came with this, true game (true game)
I spit to the lamest chick
See my clique so big (why don't you tell me? Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell me, tell me, baby
If you feeling it right
If you still play, yeah
Put your hands way up in the sky
With someone like me
Let 'em know you's a playa tonight
Tell me, tell me, yeah
If you feeling it right
If you still play
All my ladies put 'em up in the sky
Let 'em know what's the deal
Oh, I said, this is for the playa in you
True playa for real
Come with me, come with me, baby
To the after party, oh, that's where you need to be, you need to be
Ecstasy, ecstasy, oh
We gon' get it started if you come with me, don't you just wanna come with me?
And all my dogs with me (with me)
In the penthouse, rent out the F50 (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Lovin' this life, keep that wrist all glitter with ice
Show 'em what bein' out the hood is like (ooh, yeah)
And we done done it again
Hit the top of the charts, such a lonely star (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
And I ain't got this play (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell me why these niggas hatin' my game, go figure
Tell me
If you feeling it right
If you still play
Put your hands way up in the sky
With someone like me, oh
Let 'em know you's a playa tonight
Tell me, tell me, baby, tell me, tell me
If you feeling it right
If you still play
All my ladies put 'em up in the sky
Let 'em know what's the deal
Oh, I said, this is for the playa in you
True playa for real
Can you tell me?
Can you tell me?
Can you tell me?
Can you tell me? Yeah
" 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
" Chase Our Love "
We can jet, believe it, I know that you want
And yes, there's a feeling we both need to know
Let us start now, it's that time
So let's travel and see the life
(And I'm) Gonna take you out anywhere you wanna go now
(Tell me you'll ride) To the town where we both can party now (Now, now, n-n-now)
Drink in London, dance in Paris
Let's chase our love, let's chase our love
Shout real loud now and let them hear us
Let's chase our love, let's chase our love
Tonight, night, night, night, night, night, night
Tonight, night, night, night
Let's chase our love, let's chase our love
Tonight, night, night
Tonight, night, night
If it's evening, we'll party 'til morning
Let us start now, it's that time
So let's travel and see the life
(I'll watch it shine, shine, shine, shine, sh-sh-shine)
Drink in London, dance in Paris
Let's chase our love, let's chase our love
Shout real loud now and let them hear us
Let's chase our love, let's chase our love
Tonight, night, night, night, night, night, night
Tonight, night, night, night
Let's chase our love, let's chase our love
Tonight, night, night
Tonight, night, night