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" Nostálgico "
Eh, eh, eh eh
El Rvssian
Eh, eh, eh eh
Aquella noche que volviste
Llorando me convenciste
Que tú no quería' hacerme daño
Hicimo' el amor en el baño
Tu mirada no es confiable
Como Tokio es inestable
Sin importar el daño que has causado
Te quiero pa'trá' y eso e' malo
Malo, malo, pero malo
Te quiero pa'trá' y eso e' malo
Malo, malo, pero malo
Estar cerca de ti, pa' mí eso e' malo, pa' mí eso e' malo
I'm tryin' to keep you up
Goin' deep in with me for no reason
I'm drunk, got me flawed
Like your Chanel bag in my Porsche
I should've dropped you off
Memories we repeat every weekend li-like this before
You do me when you get bored
It ain't no problem, it's cool to do it in the night
Long as you keep cumin' and I'm fuckin' you right
Don't mind me, amor
Another chance for me to give you what's yours
And I know that it's lit
When I let you pull me right back
'Cause you never promised tomorrow
You give me your love, but it's borrowed
Lay you down, never get off your past
Only one that can do me like that
How you comin' and goin' as I go
You rub on my body, but I know, ooh
Malo, malo, pero malo
Te quiero pa'trá y eso e' malo
Malo, malo, pero malo
Estar cerca de ti, pa' mí eso e' malo, pa' mí eso e' malo
Baby, se acabó
Te corté de raí', ahora donde ponerte he sido yo
Que se muera mi flor, difícil me la puso
Acabo de ver en mi carro que su cartera se quedó
A propósito la dejó
Siempre pone una excusa pa' volverme a ver
Despué' que peleamo', me lo quiere hacer
Con solo un beso se me olvidó
Todo lo que ella me hizo, ey
Aquella noche que volviste
Llorando me convenciste
Que tú no quería' hacerme daño
Hicimo' el amor en el baño
Tu mirada no es confiable
Como Tokio es inestable
Sin importar el daño que has causado
Te quiero pa'trá' y eso e' malo
Malo, malo, pero malo
Te quiero pa'trá y eso e' malo
Malo, malo, pero malo
Estar cerca de ti, pa' mí eso e' malo, pa' mí eso e' malo
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Ra-Rauw, yeah
Rauw Alejandro, Chris Brown
Con Rvssian, eh
Con Rvssian, eh, eh
Dímelo, Rvssian
" I Lean "
Yeah, kinfolk, California kush, smell it through the vents though
Pimp flow, rolling through the 20s with my brim low
I been dope, I make your bitch bend over for some kins though
She wanna get nasty but just don't let her friends know
What's bracking P? What you need? I'm out of weed
Codeine, I got it, I'm spitting them 16s, a couple pills, tryna get to 100 mil
I'm moving mountains nigga, only seeing a couple hills
And you live in Hollywood, how that feel? Let's be real
Niggas thirsty, bitches dirty, I ain't worried
Niggas lying saying they 18 pushing 30, popping 30s, vision blurry, shipping 30s
A Golden State of mind with the assist to Curry
Gotta be ready to die when you playing that bloody Mary
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
6-4 in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Keep a bad bitch leaning, got one in the Four Seasons
Got a bitch that fuck for money, got one fucking for no reason
Got a deuce and a 20 and I'm flipping with these goonies
With the goonies with the pistol and the 50, it's a trilogy
Go up for the trap, filling 'em with the green shit
Had to move the thrash bags, told the plug I can't quit
How your nigga looking broke, that's some shit you can't fix
I got 100 in the drum, man ain't shit, I can't hit
I just fuck her and forget about her, know I ain't shit
Got back to the chopper, had to get my chain licked
They came clean, I remake the boy for the same bitch
Oh you fuck, yeah I fuck to these, fuck the same bitch
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
Big gold chain in a Benz piece
Fat rocking, trapping out the Bentley
Young nigga selling highs for the low
Lil bitch, pussy back, she get fired at the door
I'm the one, black Neyo, fat Leo
Lions, tigers, bears, my set like Nat Geo
Swimming with the sharks, it's shocking I'm that ill
I'm swimming with the sharks, it's shocking I'm that ill
I trap still, selling coke, 'cause crack kills
I sip drank, I mix and match pills
I run plays all day, track and field
Go get your cat pill, tryna sell the crack still
Whole 4 in the cup, I lean, yeah, I lean
4 grams in the blunt, I lean, I lean
64s in the cut, I lean, yeah, I lean
I lean, I lean
" Everybody "
Alright now I said I wouldn't gon' trip
I can't even lie, you got me fucked up, shit
I ain't tryna be rude or stingy
But I ain't tryna share you with another man
You know you got the upper hand
You know you do that shit that I like
I know you teasin' and it's not right
I can't control it when you throw it back
And look me in my eyes, yeah
It's gon' be a long night cause
See these niggas tryna get you to their table
And hit you up later like, "Come over, baby"
But that pussy mine, girl
Know you play a lot of games, but you know I wrote the playbook
Keepin' horses in the stable
Never written all the shit I got paid for
Baby, you better not do it, wish a nigga would
Throwin' this paper
Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'ma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody
Know I ain't the first but I'm tryna be the last though
Might sound selfish, you can blame it on the cash flow
Check the pedigree, I bet it be a list of bad hoes
Mr. Blow A Bag, why they're mad? Cause I skrrt off in the Lambo
Rock the latest fashion so they're glancin' when I pass through 'em
You don't fuck with everybody, you ain't gotta lie for 'em
Head to the gang, save that for the lames, for the lames
I'm a G like Cane, ball like James
So why you actin' like that?
Cause you're way too fly to be wastin' your time
Why you actin' like that?
Tell me why you wanna be the life of the party
Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'ma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody
Do it right now, right in front of everybody
Take that ass down, right in front of everybody
I'ma turn you out, all in front of everybody
Tear that ass up, even if I care about it
Girl, you better than everybody
Don't you let 'em take that pussy from me, he don't care about you
But don't you worry 'bout a damn thing, I got you
I don't care if they see, everybody watchin'
Please don't dance with everybody
Cause I want all your lovin' to myself
Don't give it to everybody
No baby, please, only me
It ain't for everybody
I'ma go to work when you shake that thing
Do it in front of everybody
Right here, right now, in front of everybody
Oh yeah, everybody
Right here, in front of everybody
Oh, everybody
Right now, in front of everybody
" Speedin' "
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa
(Trilla)
Oh, whoa, oh, whoa
Every dollar that I count can't grow in my account
My account can't count up all my money in an hour
'Cause it's comin' too fast and I'm scared it won't last
Look that white girl in her face told her this was her last dance
Goddamn, speed got my heart racin'
See I don't have the nominations you can blame it on my occupation (ayy, ayy)
Caesar salad, Caesars Palace (ayy, ayy, ayy)
You not a boss, little nigga, 'cause your cheese is average (oh)
In the Benz, AK ridin' shotgun
It's a Benz 'cause your broke 'til you got one
It ain't nothing, do 100 in the Maybach
Throwin' money out the roof motherfuckin' brake pads (ballin', I'm a beast)
I'm a boss (I'm a boss), I ball
Stay shinin' on all of y'all
'Cause I'm speedin', speedin'
Been runnin' for years
But you could find me just speedin'
I'm taking off, yeah
'Cause I'm speedin' (I'm just) speedin'
Sitting in the living room watching the Grammys
Wishing that was me that was on the Grammys
All I needed was someone to get behind me (ballin', I'm a beast)
I was a determined lil nigga, dirty shoes and Hilfiger
Homie help me out cause this boy is a drug dealer
Now I'm flyin' high 'cause my gift grew wings
And now I'm flyin' down like the cool crew winds
Kells and Ross on the Hollywood scene
Red carpet and it's smellin' like green
Now foss 'cause I got paid off
Collabo was the hit hip-hop and R&B boss (ballin', I'm a beast)
I'm a boss (I'm a boss), I ball (I ball)
Stay shinin' on all of y'all (all of y'all)
'Cause I'm speedin', yeah, yeah, I'm speedin'
I can't stop, it's all I know
From a youngin' I was taught get dough, oh, oh
I'm speedin' (I'm speedin')
I'm speedin'
We fly, I think somebody followin' (oh, oh)
We hear the helipad with ya bitch (oh, oh, oh, oh)
You worth fifteen million, baby (oh, oh)
Don't try to blow it all in one week (oh, oh)
Fuck with me, triple seas (oh, oh)
Boss, I'ma fly away on you haters (I'm speedin' I'm speedin')
I'm a boss (I'm a boss), I ball
Stay shinin' on all of y'all
'Cause I'm speedin', speedin'
Been runnin' for years
But you could find me just speedin'
I'm taking off, yeah
'Cause I'm speedin' (I'm just) speedin'
See people came lookin for me I got ghosts see the west coast
Close and up in the lamontrose, big money, boss major
American Idol, I got fans like fantasia
Read between the lines or yo ass like fantasia
Get hit between the eyes, he died they can't save him
I'm a mosh, I'm weevin' no dope but I'm speedin'
Staring at the skyline, I got a million on my mind, I'm the best
And these pussy niggas running out of time (Ricky Ross)
I'm the chill quarter mill for the time piece
Ya I a bought a wheels like deals for the dime piece
I'm a boss (I'm a boss), I ball
Stay shinin' on all of y'all
'Cause I'm speedin', speedin'
Been runnin' for years
But you could find me just speedin'
I'm taking off, yeah
'Cause I'm speedin' (I'm just) speedin'
" Bomb "
Hahahahaha yeah
It's your nigga young Khalifa man, Chris Breezy
All my ladies put your hands up, yeah, Taylor Gang
All my ladies put your hands up
You know we, uh, have to pass them some papers on this one, let's go
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Hahahahaha)
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb
Ladies put your hands up if you that bomb-bomb
(You know, you gon' have to bring that bomb)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb
Oh me, oh my, body like a monster
Let me get inside, ya booty, I'ma conquer
Ain't no question 'bout my size, I'll give you the answer
Girl, you got that good good, I already know
Tell it by your size, I know you a dancer
Rein-derriere, I'ma call you Prancer
Booty paparazzi, pose for the camera
All my ladies, if you got it, let me know
Shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother
Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker
Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Ladies put your hands up if you that bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa, hahahahaha)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, somethin' like a pimp (Pimp), nothin' like them other fellas
Heard that you the shit (S-Shit), girl, we should blow up together
Ooh, I know you got that bomb shit, call it 9/11
I'm just tryna beat it up, h-h-he could do it a cappella (A cappella)
We should go back to my crib, that's what I'ma tell her
Bring one or two of them 'cause your friends lookin' kinda jealous
R-R-Rollin' papers like propellers, blowin' mozzarella
Lotta niggas in the club, who cares? I'm the realest
Tell the waitress, uh, we gon' need more cases
And when you think the money's gone, I'm spendin' more faces
She with homeboy (Homeboy), but she want this
Six cars, eight chains, three cribs, one Wiz
You know shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother (Hahahahaha)
Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker (Yeah, uh)
Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece (What up, Breezy?)
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave (It's your young nigga, Wiz)
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Ladies put your hands up if you that bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa, yeah)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (Yeah, yeah)
Hold up kimosabe, my crib look like a lobby
I'm in that black Bugatti and I'm off that Carlo Rossi
I'm-I'm-I'm with that Taylor possé, these ladies wanna party
And there's so much ice up on my neck, it look like I play hockey
So hold up, nigga, stop me, all these haters watch me
I give her the pill and the D, you can call me cocky
Any stage or any beat, you know I'ma body
And Wiz, roll that good shit up and he ridin' shotty (Blow!)
You know shawty thick in her hips, cold than a mother (Okay)
Licking her lips, a bad mothersucker (Hahahaha)
Apple looking so ripe, she make me want a piece (Hahaha, you know)
I give it to her all night, so she don't wanna leave (Yeah, leggo!)
If you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Know you got that bomb-bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Ladies put your hands up if you that bomb-bomb (Oh-whoa)
Girl, you got that bomb-ba-bomb-ba-bomb-bomb-bomb (Yeah, yeah)
Yup, so when your good smell like that good weed, man, blame it on me
Don't even blame Breezy, man, blame that shit on me man
Hahahahaha, yup